The jewels in a treasure chest filled with a million stories.
A bird in a wired cage, she swims in a sea of silence.
The essence of the days when we were seventeen.
When broken dreams lived down the street,
But never on our door steps.
Bid my baby goodnight then drove home to mama,
With the radio on our favourite songs,
Passed the picture shows of horror.
The skies lit up in a blaze of fire,
As we sat on a silver lake.
Count the thousandth moon rising,
And watched the hundredth sun set.
When the day is through and the night is young.
We watched our tails for bed bugs.
For any songs that came along was a trace of our existence.
And in the night we closed our eyes,
Wait till all is still.
And all of this will vanish of course, it’d all be gone.
For birds never stay too long,
They always fly home in Summer.
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Of all the whirlwind romances,
I think I like you best.
To think people only cared enough to get by,
Used you up, then leave you to die.
We’re just wading against the tides,
Swimming in a deeper shade of concrete.
Warring with my static dreams,
I keep a picture of you in my mind,
Hanging crooked, high on the corner.
And I think of you,
Through my darkest hours,
All the times I will soon be burned.
Bursting ecstatically at the seams,
My mind starts to boggle with the notions,
I wonder why it took me so long to see,
The true emptiness within.
But none of that really matters anyway,
We’ll both bring something to the table,
And try to make a whole.
Throw it, mend it, tape it up.
Cause we play a dangerous game,
And the wager is getting high.
We’re on a wild goose chase this time,
My whirlwind romance and I.
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Upon the shimmer of the crescent moon, Miss Bunny roams quietly through the magic forest; Fearful but always hoping to meet the white-haired fox.
She sat across me with a panic in her eye.
Her eyes blinking Morse code, searching for some sort of sign.
Help Me.
They blinked wildly,
Hoping someone will receive her message and come to her rescue.
Her lips were pursed, rooted and unflinching,
But always hinting the signs of a frown.
An undeniable sadness always bubbling just beneath
In my mind I could see she was stuck.
In the middle of a sentence,
Lost between thoughts.
She was well and truly trapped.
Locked inside the madness within her,
While she blankly stared ahead.
Nothing but the doom stirring behind her eyes.
How did she ever get this far?
How far had she traveled?
How long till it will all come to a stop?
I think she wants me to help her
The words would never leave her lips
But I know she wants me to help her.
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When I woke up this morning,
The rain stopped falling,
And I stopped seeing.
The world was turning,
I was sure about that.
But I seem to have lost all my senses
Stopped feeling the bright lights that surrounds,
The fire that burns.
The motions of the perpetual swaying,
On a train full of people.
I stopped hearing the music,
Stopped searching the hidden meanings,
Only to realise they don’t write songs for me anymore.
Not for me. Not about me.
The disconnected somber
A mindless disease.
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I want to tell you all I know.
Pass on the knowledge I’ve learnt from my mother.
I want to tell you everything,
Everything I’ve ever thought about.
All the secret passages I crossed when I was young.
To show you the blue skies,
And the clouds that roll so freely.
I want to hold your hand,
Guide you through the traps of the world.
Put you into bed and tuck you in,
Tell you the bedtime stories my daddy told,
And kiss you on the forehead to pass on my blessings.
I want to take away your fears,
Be your guardian against the bed bugs and sea slugs,
All that invades your imagination.
I want to share your secret spaces, your hiding places.
My shoulder will always catch your head,
As you drift into a gentle slumber.
I will give you my entire world,
Every little inch of my body,
Every last part of my soul,
Never ask for anything in return but your happiness.
I would love you wholeheartedly.
I would never let you go.
Stand on my shoulders and be my giant.
Welcome to our world.
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I have a yearning;
To have you by my side
Always.
To chase you down.
To have every inch of you
All to myself.
You’ve been gone for so long
Up and left me all alone
How was I to live without you?
What was I to do?
You know I needed you
Like the sands needs the sea,
Your crashing waves washed away my better judgement
And I was so lost without you.
Second-guessing my every decision,
Stepping off at the wrong turn.
I don’t need some Hollywood love story
Not the romance I was looking for
All I ask is for your return.
While I stare at the space you left behind
Will you please stay this time?
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She was a tight-lipped soul.
No thought ever escaped her lips without an interjection.
Angry with time as it passed her by,
The world left her to stand still.
Abandoned as the seasons changed,
Alone to weather each brewing storm.
She was bitter and burnt for all to see.
Always an impatient convalescent,
She grew tired of the scenery,
But could never learn the new way home.
Stuck in a continuous vacuum;
Forever in between motions.
Came the day she spoke to me,
Hunched over with a poignant stance,
Her voice was husky, her tone jilted.
Eyes as dull as knives.
“There’ll be a day when you’re grown,
When each and every choice you make,
Are responsibilities you bear alone.
No longer an indication of freedom,
But a means of survival.
Your childhood dreams will fade away.
The cherished bonds will die.
You’re left with nothing but hope for the better.
But better will never suffice.
You’ve had the best of your life in front of you,
Just been too stubborn to see.
Till the moment when it’s too far gone,
And the regret settles in.
My dear, you think you’re happy now?
Remember where you’ve been.”
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Hello you.
That’s what I’d say had I known you.
While I look at you, you’d looked back at me.
Thanks for the frozen minute,
Thanks for the slow motion display.
A jolt of the heart strings to remind me of the true connections.
Goodbye you.
It’s probably better had I not known you.
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If I was gone tomorrow,
I’d miss the sound of music.
The way my dreams form between my consciousnesses.
The show tunes I hum in the shower.
The way the winter sun kisses my forehead in the afternoon.
The ink that runs smooth across my page.
The disturbing of dormant water so it wrinkles with complaints.
The opening of mysterious parcels,
Or a letting from a friend.
The fog on my misty window.
The raindrops that chase each other on my windscreen.
The lights that seem to splatter and split in my imagination.
Fitting the last piece of an unfinished puzzle.
The beginning of something beautiful,
The leaving on good terms.
The smell of my mother’s slow cooking.
The sound of my father’s sleeping.
The comfort of being comfortable.
The good in humanity.
The simplicity of truth.
I hope I’d remember all of these,
If I was gone tomorrow.
