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Sleepy Hollow

An yawning
chasm 
where I once held 
my heart; it's 
empty 
again.

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Lonely Day

Smile for me,
lonely girl,
smile and put your fears aside.
Sit with me
on this lonely old bench;
watch as the birds frolic
and play.
And cry on me, 
my dear love,
let your pain pour out anew-
this game of love has rolled to an end, 
and the only loser is you.

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Skeleton

Here's a street paved 
with songs 
and a million ballads to hail- 
when the sun dies down and the moon rises once more 
when the stars shine brighter  
than they ever had before 
I would 
tell  my children that but for 
a passing word would I  
have passed away. 
  
Here's a street paved with gold, 
all dreams lead to Rome- 
like 
clockwork, come the 
rush of trains and the 
rattling 
of the tracks; 
dust falls with frightening intensity. 
 
Here's a street paved 
with what might as well be gold; 
love is a precious jewel to treasure 
and with which 
to 
prosper- I once knew a little man 
with little dreams but a big heart 
who charmed his way to happiness, for 
although that happiness was 
a small fishing boat sailing through the seas 
he was happier than many 
of those men who live only for success. 
 
Here's a drink to the satisfied men 
boys be boys whilst the girls grow up 
and while men are told to chase their dreams 
women are told to bottle them  
up 
as if on this silver shining road 
my sister's happiness was less than a passing thought to discard.

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Life

In pain!
Love
oh so vague,
undefined, 
difficult
to understand;
do I love her?
or is she just a friend-
this life is so
confusing,
a confusing mess,
from the first cry of our hearts and the beat of our lungs
to the dying breath of the lonely,
we
are
confused.

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I Am Human

Laughter
it follows life 
like a chain,
enslaving people to
their pleasures.
And they complain about pain; 
pain keeps them human, humble-
humanity has always been
much
too
proud.

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Untitled

Always beautiful, to me,
the sunrise holds no more power
than your smile does over me.
Fragile, like glass,
I'm still useless
helpless
and watching from afar-
an unhelpful little malady
plaguing a broken, fragile heart.
You're always beautiful to me
and it pains me
to see you cry;
I'll be standing here,
at the side,
waiting for my love-
a lonely child with a lonely heart,
dreaming of a life
without heartbreak.

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Listening

Good night, my friend,

when the lights flicker

I dream of you 

and cannot help but smile.



I remember loving you 

looking forward to your eyes

your scent a gentle breeze

a light shower caressed by roses



Do you remember those days

The sunlit afternoons,

and the wind-kissed flowers

that greeted our faces at night



Good night, my friend,

my dream crafted so long ago

You were the candle in my life

that lit my path in the darkness

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Glasses

When I was young,  
I dreamed of the Jabberwock 
And looking-glass; 
Now I see the world through 
A singing soul-- 
My soul's eye, no longer aslumber, 
Travels as if in search of a kinder number, 
Better days, free of thunder-- 
These are stories that my looking-glass eyes perceives. 
 
My soul sees 
A card-jack and a queen 
Of hearts and spades respectively, 
O! this world so merrily 
Condemns lovers to different trees 
On which to hang; 
Though Yggdrasil stands free as can be 
The fates have woven a different tapestry 
That our broken hearts cannot help but follow. 
 
There are the glasses of a simple fellow, 
Filled with drinks as well as dreams 
 I am left 
Intoxicated 
With dreams of love and tragedy 
Of another soul lost at sea- 
Intertwined hearts oh so fruitlessly 
Searching for those forevermore entombed. 
 
Helheim awaits those who sing 
Aye, siren-song is but a dead man's dream 
So here I wait,  
And Odin stands condemning me
In front of a set of scales; 
Sins sprawl endlessly 
And only a handful of blessings await-- 
This is the home of siren-song 
The land of the dead and the cold. 
 
These are a few of the stories my soul's eye perceives-- 
The thoughts and nightmares of bygone days 
Float like butterflies on golden rays; 
Through the dreary nights of reality 
My soul's eye stays true to me 
And keeps whole my sanity 
By feeding my heart with boundless dreams.

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Prophets

Instrument of Intent,
of Deceit,
of the many 
"gods"
that give us
dreams-
Who are you,
traveler,
to
spread false
hope??

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Untitled

I'm cold, I'm cold, I'm cold-
so let me freeze,
and abandon me 
like you always do.

I used to hope
that perhaps in
the world there would be
one person
willing to set a flower by my grave-
how wrong I was!

I've lost faith in humanity now,
in the friends and lovers
who left me 
and the heart
that they left to rot
long ago.