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My poetry.
I had lots of poetry on here, but I've changed as a person. I don't want to re-post them. I'm going to start anew.

Enjoy.

Imagine This Is Life
Not structured. I wrote it whilst listening to "Breathe Me" by Sia. Listening to the song while reading it might heighten the poem, it might not. I don't know. I can't read it from someone else's point of view.
I haven't written in ages, so I might suck. Sorry if I do.
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Imagine This Is Life

Imagine His silhouette against the bruised sunrise
I have never felt so much hope
I’m breaking the ice

It’s raining harder on my melting face
Washes away my hope into petrol in the gutter
And as I stare into your infinity
I realise I don’t exist


Beauty.
This world. The courage and compassion.
The honesty and the crunch.
Staring wordlessly at a full plate, condemned with convinced self-hate
Not much left to say
When no one gives a damn


To encapsulate you in words
Would be to give you my life
I lay it down for you
You refuse to.


I felt alive with you
I actually felt born when you whispered you loved me
/drunkenly
I miss parts out, and trick myself that this is what I’ve always wanted; it’s what I’ve got
That I can die happy now
Maybe I can just die


I have a secret to confess;
I don’t wear a seat belt in the car.
But only when you drive
And I know you keep the fireworks lined up in threes
Sometimes I just feel the hope
I’d die with you
In a burst of flames.



Imagine this is you, standing on the edge of the night
And the stars are all that’s stopping you from touching the Dead
You can remember all the nights you sat up and saved people from making the choice you’ve made
Because that’s just the spur of the moment thing
Tears are stinging almost as bad as when I realised I’m not going to do it
And I’m stuck living here.
With you.


I look across the water, and in the reflection
I can imagine you standing behind me
A head taller, your arms on my shoulder
And you’re smiling
For a sad moment, I can believe it’s true
But when I turn, I’m lost without you.


All the reasons you convinced them to love themselves some more
Are skeletons of leaves that have long since fell
Because there’s no one I hate more than myself
And I’m running low on people to tell


You can’t chose between me or her, and I can’t say I blame you
I’m just feeling glad that for once I’m innocent, and not the one hurting you
I’ve promised to stop biting my nails but I won’t
It stops me from killing
And you think I’m joking


Inside my head
There’s someone pinned against the wall by their delicate throat
And there’s a knife drawing blood in the back
And the person screams
The person is me.


Imagine you were free
You don’t know the meaning

Imagine this was love
You don’t know the meaning

Imagine you were going to throw it all away
Well, aren’t you?

Imagine this is as close to infinity as you could imagine.


Imagine this is life.

WOW WOW WOW. xD
This is so meaningful. I love your style; the way you have made them all sound so appealing. Cant wait to see more. xD

Another Mundane Monday.

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Could I meet you by the printer?
Just a little point of re-productive solace
And as metal grinds dutifully along metal
A landscaped inkjet is spat out; your face

Those eyes could never linger lingering still
My made up face (mask of lies) is not worthy
I look vainly, but without hope, in the car windscreen
Your dream girl full of lust and lips and curvy
///does not belong here

I give up trying to convince you that you are who I say
And I'm so high on the look you gave me two seconds before
That I'm in an artificial heaven and I'm tripping over stars
And I'm in competition with that scream, {who's the} whore?

From those brash, glaring spotlights in which you pretended you showed
Those unforgettable words are echoing over and over in my mind
/...That's my plan.../
If only your loving looks could kill... but I'm already dead inside

Asiah Scott:

WOW WOW WOW. xD
This is so meaningful. I love your style; the way you have made them all sound so appealing. Cant wait to see more. xD

Awwh thank you so much (:
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Awwh thank you very much (:

Wednesday Afternoon.


The wind rushes silently through the bull rushes
And the view from up here is stifling
The russet brown, gold and green is embracing the drop
Scrub and scratches of paths winding down to your town

Pools of sapphires melted under the watery sun; harbour
As oasis to the trekkers who have made this path so many times before
And the silhouettes of the trees stand tall, overlooking, the wrong of the city
And the sky is golden.

The clouds are racing from the fire
You can smell the embers in the air
My feet are dangling against the mud; they’re as big as the motorway
So many unsuspecting small insignificant lives
As large as mine
Dashing at 120mph to their destiny

Stonewashed walls by the waterfall
And we climbed clinging to the damp rope
Slipping into each other in the struggle
But that’s life
When we reached the top; amazing
A secret paradise you couldn’t see from the bottom

The summer grass sprung under foot
And I’ll pick the violet heather between my bitten nails
Yank from the roots and pull apart the strands
And look up secretively from underneath my lashes
You look away across the sky, watching the clouds chasing each other across the crest
You were watching?
You were.


Under the fallen sun, my shadows stretch limitlessly across the land
I can feel the breeze on my back
And it feels so good to be free; alive
That blame is solely on you
I love you for it.

Breathless in my throat, its burning
Anticipation of the climax of my life so far
Lost across these moors, staring into the sky
I’ve finally found the broken-down bridge
And there’s someone waiting
I’ve been saved
And I won’t let go
I promise I won’t let go...

Bleeding Dry:

And I know you keep the fireworks lined up in threes

Actually it's shotgun shells lined up in threes.

wow, i really like your poems =]

Another Winter Morning's Dream.


Singing and toasting liquid sunshine all bottled up
In the back of your innocent broken throat
Passing on through levels of a new insecurity
In the elevator with all the broken mirror and I gloat;
This mystery of anti-space in this riddle of emotionless Science
Erasing lines to challenge such a theory
Dappled sunlight on hills of emerald dewdrops and, honey
Such a thing couldn’t exist in a clinic like me

Listening is inspiration; the silence is very becoming
The waves are crying cheap sapphires on foam crested fools gold
Leaving stains of past mistakes imprinted on those
Morons who give themselves to the cause they selfishly hold
Is that wet on your cheeks who swore they’d never give a damn?
Well even the Saints who say they do nothing but love lie
There’s no love for the defeated gimmicks with no money for shade
From the burning inescapable summer sun melting Alaska-frosted eyes

I could write and weave a blanket to put you on and lose you
To the wonders I could draw and astound you with
For the flowers that grow tropical forbidden fruit
But never on rainy days; are better than any I could give
A distant array of Frankincense and embossed wallpaper
An expensive future is sure heading my way
Blowing bubbles in the dunes wistfully wishing on the wind
Shuttlecocks and flower clocks bring you closer to me today

Breathing in recycled air but too drunk to care
Dusty bookshelves filled with good morals we’ll never use
I’m scared of dying and shamefully telling the afterlife – alone
Blood spilt and bruised sunsets bathing this rosy-glow abuse
Catch stars in your eyelashes and reflect rays in your lens
Who else but you can only see love through a photograph?
Dog-eared memories of such good times with you
Seconds stretch like days in the way I laugh

We can turn the page in search of new inspiration
And try new kisses up against the bars of your favourite bridge
So bring me your beloved chorus and play sticks in the river
Watch them float past another learning curve and be attacked by the midges
Bring colonies to feed on the lovers and their picnic
Don’t worry – the flowers in the broken vase were picked to wilt
Umbrellas blowing inside out like the remainder of my sanity
Reminders of dancing in the rain on a threadbare quilt

Seagulls over wind farms vs. cobbled streets holding hands
Friendly eyes sit like strangers’ lies upon these foreign lands
All I asked was that you’d love me and we could set free to the bay
I’m losing touch, these fears too much, as I slowly slip away
My last war cry, I’m clutching to your heart in any way I can
I slip on the ice, God I hate this vice; you could never love me as I am.

Bump >.<

46X



Winning over the hearts of run-down wrecks
I used to love the lens and the 46X
Now I'm keeping the silence because it's very becoming through all this sh.t
I'm a firm believer in belief, if only we could find it
Walking the thinnest of the regrets I couldn't resist
On the verge of extremes so opposite I went for fail and missed
Exposed to your hating eyes and my emotions run like ink
I've been thrown in this terrifying place where it's okay not to think
So I say see you later, and this is good bye
Raise a glass to those who live life and learn not to die

Awesome work, always fun to read your poems.

Lalalalalovvveee yourr poems! Fantastic.