Caitlin Moreby Poems

Roundabout and 2nd left,
Oh God, I hope I pass this test.
My freedom rests
In this mans hands.
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The first snowdropp falls and lands on the ground,
You listen and look but still there's no sound.
Quietly sat on your bed you wait,
You glance at your clock, it's quarter to eight.
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A design for us on blueprints lie,
A design for grass, for hail and sky.
A designer admiring his work from above,
A designer filled with hatred or love?
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A chance to live,
A chance to die,
A chance to laugh,
A chance to cry.
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I'm sorry that I hurt you
I'm sorry that I care
I'm sorry that I want to
No matter what be there.
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Once used
Twice as broken
Once bruised
Twice as open.
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The Olympics are back from where they came,
Standing high and proud, the majestic flame,
Forever burning rain or shine,
For finally its Athens' time,
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Why is it so hard to find,
A way to leave this world behind?
To find a way to colour words,
And draw sounds you've never heard?
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Water into wine
A healed child
Dead man walking
'Miracle.'
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Watcher in the sky,
That's all you are to me.
Do you sit and laugh
At all that you can see?
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