Cerulean Celyn Poems

A future where teens top
The list of the fallen;
The goods are gone with our respect,
We are this, we are lawless.
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The note is lifted
To carry them away
A single sound
In a room of silence
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I sit with a broken pen in hand
I tell of the dying of the sun
Our dreams, our existance
However short it was.
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All of tomorrow
Feels, slightly, a lie
We never lived, I never lived...
Didn't I?
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I am half-alive,
But I swim between the ice-floes;
All despair evident
On my weathered face.
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Quickly now, before the light dies down
See how the poet becomes a meal to his dreams,
They swallow his bones without movement or sound;
(Taking care to browse his thoughts and settle there)
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There are hardly words to write
Or hardly ways to begin;
But every relationship's a story
Just waiting for an end.
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Breathing is what it takes
Courage, definately.
But look once more at those faces
Those 'friends'.
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Looks at the bottom of the edge of death
And dives;
Tears joining the rest in the dirt.
I would want to assure Grief,
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He is quiet
His words lay wasted in the air,
And I have something on my chest
I cannot say.
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