ally gunther

I'm eyeballing the wrong girl,
The noise and the splashes,
Of a local swimming pool,
So many people swimming,
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When it's black,
Like the raven,
The well is full, but full of what?
My sun is shining in a half pale burst,
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And reaching a point,
To walk back-
My lips are on fire.
A sweet breathing utensil;
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Lost sight of what I’m fighting for,
An overall position,
Numbers count endlessly,
And I could never count.
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Artificially coloured stains,
Through the small rectangular mirror of a compact.
Beautify what little perfection can be offered;
But watch out objects in the mirror are way closer than they appear.
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A white sheet of paper blows off in the wind,
And slips by a face as blank as the paper,
Where has he gone?
What happened to his life?
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Just the slightest sight of you, and I’m injected, before I can even think, I want to attack, a mad hunt for my prey.
And when I catch you, I’ll play around with you a little, like a cat would a mouse, until finally giving you the fatal injury. My blood boils over, my pupils dilate, and all in the half a second I saw you.

But I sit in the corner of my consciousness, holding back the mad-man-like urges, willing the poisonous injection of hatred away, clutching at the thought of your “innocence”, yet every inch of my being urges me not to comply.
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I pushed out all of the light, made it go away, thinking that the light did me wrong. Sitting in the corner of the cold, dark prison, I enjoy the tears protruding from my eyes, my only release from the anger, hurt and sadness.
Why am I here, what did I do?

I’m offered the keys to leave, two keys, but I don’t want them, don’t want to get out, the prison has become me, I’ve slowly begun to convince myself that it is all that exists, and I can’t push myself over the cliff face of the flat world.
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Life, Love and Death; the three words that matter,
Life gives to all, extends the invitation,
It cares not what you look like and where you’ve come from,
It just gives to you. It is your choice what you do with it, and only you will regret your decisions in the end, when life ends.
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There’s nothing I can find, nothing to behold,
A blank empty canvass when I think of you and it all,
Sitting in my bedroom no one wonders why,
a young teenage girl sits at her computer desk to cry.
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Days turn to nights, weeks to months and years.
So easily time is flying past a blur in my memory.
Seems only yesterday that we first met- and an hour ago you left.
But if it were possible for my focus to shift- my hourglass to stop turning so that the world will stop spinning for a second- I would use my strength to forget you.
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The surface I see-
A blank faced ghost,
So very confused and unsure,
With a flicker of flame
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Three cards in a pack,
One too many to stack,
A red queen-
Red for now.
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And the afternoon cacophony,
The breeze through the trees-
The whistling of birds fighting over their food
And the cyclists spurs creaking under the weight-
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Been a baby so long
Rockabye,
Lullaby,
Singing me songs of bliss,
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Such a pure painting,
Was never truly white-
Splotches of black and red
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I don't recall the threshold-
I don't I don't I don't,
But maybe if I had,
Maybe if I'd known you-
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An atom at birth,
Unseen to some-
It twirled and spun,
Til' was left only none.
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And to think that the whole bridge I built
Over the water it's called a moat
Well you can't cross-
No not by boat,
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Wet cement,
So smooth,
So flowing.
Wet cement,
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