Poems

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1.
Wrong Girl
I'm eyeballing the wrong girl,
The noise and the splashes,
Of a local swimming pool,
So many people swimming,
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2.
Black Raven, White Dove
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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3.
Walking Jagged
And reaching a point,
To walk back-
My lips are on fire.
A sweet breathing utensil;
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4.
It
Lost sight of what I’m fighting for,
An overall position,
Numbers count endlessly,
And I could never count.
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5.
Makeup (The Cracks In The Compact)
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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6.
The Homeless
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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7.
Predator
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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8.
Prison
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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9.
The Cycle
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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10.
White
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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