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4ML

She gave me a dry idea
Then asked me if I wanted to join her
To go dancing in the rainwater
Only for me to wake up
And find she lived in my slumber
So let me close my eyes again 
And sleep the night and days away
To be with her all through this time
With rainbows 
in the raindrops 
in her hair that Shine

I'm stuck behind moving willow trees
Who are stuck behind a line of white taxis
Wipe my eyes from the wind and water
If you would want this to seem shorter
Don't these stares aim for you?
I've been facing them for a month now
All because of a point of an opinion
On how much worse the sun has shone through

We sat on the grass
And looked out to the floor
500feet below us maybe even more
She told me who she was with tears in her eyes
Her sadness forced me to open mine
Once again she was gone from in front of me
along with her tears and her shame
Pull the sheet over my head and remind me again
Calling out in my subconscious
To her silhouette
To turn when I say her name

I'm stuck behind moving willow trees
Who are stuck behind a line of white taxis
Wipe my eyes from the wind and water
If you would want this to seem shorter
Don't these stares aim for you?
I've been facing them for a month now
All because of a point of an opinion
On how much worse the sun has shone through

For my life
For my love
You make me struggle
You've made me break
But just like stone
I'm not leaving this point
not until the sea washes me away
I still have plenty of time left
To watch the dreams
As my days float on by
For my life
For my love


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park bench

And it feels like the world's dying
But only for me on the inside
And this is like a butterfly in a storm
Such beauty swept and blown away
The smiles of the people pertrude in the dark
The faces aren't seen and the grins aren't real
Lightheaded but my body keeps sinking lower
lungs dried up from all the coughing
people walk past and see cigars in my hand
drunken eyes are shown the way by simple lies
No matter what skin is shed or what hair is cut away
I still smell you taste you breath you but can't see you
Sit on a bench I let the cold sink in my bones
Numbness has already filled me I wonder if it shows?
Two more drags then the embers are stomped away
I try to include my worries and pains in the minute blaze
Another day a painting I've brushed on my face for them to see
Another day I think it's easier for it to just fade away


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my 3rd favourite drive

My 3rd favourite drive was to see her
Only for it to be the longest drive home
To be once again in her arms and embrace her too
I knew what was coming 
I never wanted to let her go
Stability is so fragile 
Stability breaks with a word
Her mind state is a dark world
All alone she decided I'm not to follow
I could see she wanted to cry
Inside we both had many times

To be not good for a person
Is impossible when even in this outcome
Her presence makes me smile naturally
The talk of the future
The talk of ifs and maybes
Doesn't matter to me
I know what I have now
I know how to be happy again
Can you not see?
My life is with you
No matter what I choose
No matter what it is you do
My dream is to be make you happy too

Sitting in my car returning the way I came 
Over an hour to drive home
Easily felt like it was over two
The cd player in my car was purposely loud
Covering the sound from my phone
To my right an accident had occurred
Firemen and ambulances calming the situation
Shards of metal and glass strewn on the road
To my shock I felt nothing for the devastation
My only aim was to get back home

My 3rd favourite drive was to see her
Only for it to be the longest drive home


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unexpected situation

Little girl you look so scared
Mummy's gone you must grow on your own
Just because your wings have been cut
Doesn't mean you can't fly
Oh little angel
The tears in your eyes
Tell me a thousand stories but not a thousand lies
Breathing like your dying
But I know you've never felt so alive
Please I want to see you smile
But I don't want to be left alone to cry

Precious you sit and look so vacant
Your stares intent could freeze time
The wind swept away your hair
And left your soul to bear
Oh how I could get lost in your eyes
They tell me a thousand stories
Some I wish were little white lies
Inhale the fresh air around you
This makes uncomfortable sense for you
But what scares me the most
Is it makes the most sense for me too

The door has swung 
I can see it closing
But I don't totally mind
The lock can be opened
It can be swung again
Oh little angel
I want to see you fly
Not on the cliff far away
But in my arms soaring high
We'll share a thousand stories
Who cares if they're lies
My breath is growing shorter
But you make me feel so alive
I'd give up anything to see you smile
There's not a day with you you'll see me cry


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Brown m and m's in a brandy glass

Twice wronged by false ideas of a hero who doesn't save
A man who is synthetic for a poor fools mislead hope
How can you follow the convicted with a smile
To twice have the dreams snatched by his will
Tears like acid melting my heart away
How soon they are to forget past disasters
Like a wound in my soul its always going to stay

I need to sleep
But I only dream of unseen faces
Melancholy smiles
Mental plagues and internal trials
If your cross to bear is ignorance
Then this lack of life will become mine

Another diet of colourful pills and bleak skies
Slow burned before the feeling seeped inside
When I try to remember the life I left behind
I find the memories are dissolving while my emotions die
Head wounds and another book of excuses
So easy to identify the origin of another lie
I need a pill to suppress my urge to live in vain
I need a quick solution to destroy my ongoing pain

I need to sleep
But I only dream of unseen faces
Melancholy smiles
Mental plagues and internal trials
If your cross to bear is ignorance
Then this lack of life will become mine

In my arms there wont ever be a weight
Nothing to call my possession
Smiles with that which I call my own
Burdened by seeing others tears 
In the night of the cold moonlight
Laughter so quiet to revalidate my state of mind
I've been here before my memories so quick to remind me
But they've been gone too long to give an answer to get me by

I need to sleep
But all I see are unseen faces
Melancholy smiles
Mental plagues and internal trials
If your cross to bear is ignorance
Then this lack of life will become mine


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wiswag

Feel asleep to the sound of nothings
Spinning above creeps the hypocrites
heart's suspended upside down
enters and leaves persistently
If my mind could think straight
I wouldn't want to believe the conclusion
coming to my false fate

Slowburn from the inside
turn senses into spies
subterfuge is only a sign
telling the truth is the biggest lie

Approaching the crescent shaped
Early mass for the late wake
where is the 6th night
when is the internal fight?
Giving into the moon's face above
Letting loose and feeding the demon inside
By releasing the white dove

Slowburn from the inside
turn senses into spies
subterfuge is only a sign
telling the truth is the biggest lie

And it feels like pain is a way to climatise
I've seen both fire and love hell and bliss
In these eyes

Soft scratch burns into the soul
Said the prayers kissed the saviour
Heart's all cloudy
But it still beats intently
Rain falls and cools my brow
Pull away from the abyss and breath again
Who's the devil now?

Slowburn from the inside
turn senses into spies
subterfuge is only a sign
telling the truth is the biggest lie


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Little Blue House

Powerful images 
Of sound mind sanity clear
but the body is dying end it here
To this end there shall be an end
Final thoughts out in the open
In a calm submissive place
This little blue house
self-assisted we shall wait...

(I wrote this after watching a very powerful documentary on youtube called: Terry 
Pratchett, choosing to die. If you can watch it, as it's unique and a subject that 
while frowned upon should be discussed more and not just swept under the rug. 
This documentary had me in tears and I cried and cried and then I wrote this, I 
intended to write more but looking at it now I feel it says enough it doesn't need 
depth and multiple paragraphs the message is simple and clear.)

Gordon Joe Orton (Kyle Ralston)