Sunset

Sun sits and rests
Makes silhouettes
Of strangers by the sea
I stop my steps
As I reflect
On nothing, blissfully
I pick up my pen
But the sun then starts to sink
And I sit and think
This sun sets not for me.

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Fickle World

An addiction to a fiction,
A fickle world of photos.
To post a sole to all that prowl
A personal face logo.
A physical, synthetic thing
That world will try to con us in

That fickle world, for all that prowl
that fickle worls of photos.

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Alas

Alas, I fell for your words
For your tongue, for your verse
How it hurts
How it hurts that I fell for your words
Ambiguous
Easily versed
Mysterious
Can’t get much worse
Don’t ever start with ‘alas’
It’s crass
Alas, its passed
I'm done.
At last.

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A Reply

The essence of your thought out line
Arrived delayed into my eye
Thus the late reply
Unworthy would I be
to say goodbye
in just a hurried line
And so with time I'll mould and I'll show:

That though I moved here on my own
The courage that you gave me, will sing a braver lady
and I will show
what you two know.

Thanks a lot, i miss you both.

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You Cannot Sing

I like the fact you cannot sing
You cannot try to con me in
You do not need to hide behind
A hidden interest; ‘hard to find'

You do not need the neck to play
To pay for what you wish your way
You will never say it twice
Nor make beauty at truths sacrifice

You
Don't need sweet heated lines
To wake or bate my wide eyed pines
For you
My true who cannot sing
Has learnt to pluck a different string.

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You fool.

Put me on a pedestal
And ill perform for you
You fool.
Ill press your eyes into my lies
And thrust my lust ‘till you desire
You fool.
If you only knew.
Dress me in a golden gown
Put a halo on my head
I'll play pretend
You'll tail the bate
You'll lose me at the golden gate.
You fool.
If you only knew.

Put me on a pedestal
And I will play pretend.
Then you'll wonder why you fool.
Why I left you in the end.

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Dead Poet

Who are you now?
By the same name?
By the same game?
Spark the same flame?
Shame.

Such a sweet girl all the same.
Go consume yourself at uni.
Uni, what a wonderful place
A frame to frame the endless shame.
But congratulations at the end all the same.
"your lame"

And yes I fell for your words, and your tongue, and your verse
Yes it hurt.

But now? Just disturbed is the word.
Unravel yourself, and wind your limbs round a naked flame
Get burnt.
Get burnt.

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I know you

I know you, we've before.
But you don't know me.
You've spoken to me
Been impressed
Chosen me
But somehow
You will never, ever, know me
But I know you
I'm one of many
Always will be
You own me... If only
I'm a step on your ladder
To be used
Relied on to bear you
A step to be climbed

And left behind

I know you
You don't know me

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Train

There’s a train that leads to miles away,
It’s a special train, It leaves today.
You’ve looked it up and booked it
Bought your seat,
Invested
You’ve planned your trip
The time you’ll spend
The time you’ll spend away.

It leaves at ten o’clock today.

It’s a special train that leaves today
You’ve looked it up and booked it.
Bought your seat,
Invested.
But all the same, your special train
it angry engine will not wait.

And the timing you’ve neglected

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Thank My Farther For His Honesty

Thank my farther for his honesty,
My mother for her stealth.
Thank my farther for my modesty.
But my mother for my wealth

Though the bread winner stood in the other corner
People are pigs. And for life to be in my favour
I've lied, I've cheated, I've used my mothers eyes
Stealthy eyes that think that guide,
That know when to lie and when to crush
When to push beyond my pride
When to fight
When to fight back
When to hide
I've bittern and chewed at most of man
Taken a slice, had a bite, that was nice

Now for the next cake to take my taste

It is stealth that humans need.

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