Paul Cornell Poems

Imagine a land not far away, a land that times forgotten,
A land where people love to love and guns are made of cotton.
Imagine a land not far away, a land that everyone remembers,
A land where ALL the people rule, not parliamentary members.
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I’ve been trying to say,
Desperately
I’ve been trying to stay,
Desperately
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Heart pounds, tick.
Sweat drops, drip.
Losing control, quick.
Crying soul, hit.
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Time drags with slow frustration, the candles burning down to its core,
Pills and the port don’t help fix this problem just make my head feel swollen and sore.
Awakes evil twin has you clutched in his claw squeezing so tight you cannot breath,
And your thoughts flicker like a candle at night but consciousness won’t let you leave.
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A gentle little Irish soul who was sweet as sweet can be,
So harmless and delicate her love and care was clear for all to see
As soft and caring as they come who used to love to make us teas,
Always heard her coming with a beep or laughing with a wheeze.
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All she hears are shout & cries, she knows this cant go on,
living in this life on a world where she feels she cant belong.
It started out so perfect, how does it always end so wrong?
She breaks down and pours apologies for everything shes never done.
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Where am I?
Lost?
It's dark and I am lost but I am not alone.
What does this feel like? What should this feel like? Where am I? Life… a labyrinth.
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Its depths so vast like nothing we know,
the warmest a bath - the coldest like snow.
The life it can give but also it holds,
the shallows of its edges it regularly folds.
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Blust and burst into bloom,
All this space it takes up room,
Ownership but who is whom,
Meeting owners will be met with doom.
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From crystal cut glass you take a sip,
You're weaker now she's got you in The Grip,
Condensation rolling down, that's the drip,
The proper grip takes The Grip.
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