Cody Simpson Poems

Blue and empty,
The night devoid of you.
I speak to other worlds
In my walks beside the lake.
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The unseeing waxwing which once was slain
By the false azure of the windowpane
Has picked up his shadow and carried on
Past the wilderness of that crystal lawn.
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I often wonder what is beyond life.
Is there no hope beyond this deadly strife?
Must our death come bearing its arctic knife?
Does that icy fist make your trembling rife?
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I travel ever more into an endless world of abyss,
Seeking to find any color,
Or simply seeking to fathom the darkness,
To cut apart its dark logic
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Setting forth on a rugged journey,
Feelings bottled in my chest like
Lost treasures of forgotten cultures,
I look deep within and find no
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O, wonderful spirit!
Have you come to inspire me?
Or have you come for my soul?
I bow in thine presence,
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All my years I regret
The women I cannot forget,
The words from ones never known,
And those I wounded to the bone.
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The faces passing me in the night,
All these streaks of white
Turning pink with the cold,
As I struggle to the bus stop
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In the heat of summer,
As the warmth makes me sweat,
I think of our winters
And the clouds greyly set.
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We gave him a crown,
And with nary a frown,
He took up the golden sceptre.
His robe was tattered,
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