Danny, James Archer

'lei bello occhi'.. not to be overly frank.
'Voy un...' Oh please!
'...SESSO con mi' you will! ?
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If you have to think it, it’s not truly true.
If you haven’t learned it yet, you don't need it.
If you try hard, you were supposed to fail.
If you open your heart, you will die.
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When a red sun contrasts a blue moon,
when a light makes the whole world dark,
when a feeling is displaceed at the 'wrong' time.
Thats where the world will crumble?
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The summer has left me a broken shell,
now the heartache shall destroy me.
I look at the omnious clowds wondering,
when can I leave this house?
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Subconsciously it bathes in me,
ensuring the mood is entirely subdued.
Melancholy aches of gross injustice
from which the world has failed to notice
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Light breaks on your face and a shimmer of dust crosses your eye.
a moment passes when there is nothing but the light of your encapsulating beauty.
I feel the moment dropp from the sky, a blessing from the gods?
a blessing for me?
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The roundness of its neverending circle of light,
the harshness of the neon orange glow,
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What lapse yet wonderous, wimsical woes?
What season of cycle whistles?
When wind opens the gates of pressure,
you will be there under the brown, dead rustle.
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God calls to us in peculiar ways.
I am a weak one. God tells us we
should live ‘a good life’ but only
writes guidelines, there is only
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And there it is, our 'relationship' summed up
in three crosses at the end of a letter.
'I used to love you' past tense.
'I used to trust you'... I feel no use for hyperbole.
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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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