Danny, James Archer Poems

old seas melt in red oppose,
And only the dead lay melted there.
When they feel there life is closed,
the waters up in there lungs will tear.
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Long I have dreamed of a resolved world,
of a time and place where we all embrace.
However, in truth we lie out on the floor,
red fears exhalted on the green ordered row.
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Over the hill, not to death, but to
'midgets' in boxes, to yellow eyed honour.
Over the moon, not to happiness, but to
children poking fun at 'idiots' in that car down the road.
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water forms on a cheek
a moment of silence
cold, wet and bewildering
frost forms, a chokehold
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the days grow short and nights get weary.
and when the lights go out it IS less dangerous.
I am not a poet, I just say what im thinking
when I want to say it.
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you dwell on theorys about life,
why not just live it?

A good mind is attatched to a body!
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As I peer through the mirror
A name that has pejorated over time plays songs with my head
the blood tears stain the glass,
as rain contrasts my mood.
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Green swirls consume my soul.
Your so much better than me.
You are the fachist's best freind,
I am human. I hate it.
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When I poor out my heart,
dont spoil it with your tears.
These are just words on a page.
How do you know im not lying?
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You stand in colour, I gaze black and white,
Subconsiously idolising your pessimistic overview.
I stare for a while, those mirror glass tears again haunting.
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