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Best Poems Written by Graeme Collins

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Monster

You are a monster
The saddest part of the tale
I already know

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Hypocrisy

Who calls me coward?
The one who cowers himself?
Hypocrite are you

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Drifting Through Life

I saw him as he grew up; I watched him as he aged. As he changed and shifted, being molded by the hands of time. At the start he was alone, he would remain that way for now. He was hollow, desiring for the friendship of another. And all I did was stand by and watch. 
He drifted through his early years with blissful agony and found himself, suddenly, a teenager. I watched it all. He had changed. No longer the boy I knew, no longer the outcast, at least on the surface. He had made friends, found the bond that he desired, yet he still found himself hollow. Never knowing why, never finding out. Friends surrounded him, alas, lonelier than ever. And all I did was stand by and watch. 
I saw his pained laughs, his fake smiles, everything. He was no longer the boy that I once knew; he had been twisted, thoughts perverted by growing up too fast. But not done yet, still searching, still changing. He grew up, and reverted, back to the crippling sense of being alone that he once had. Instead of pen and paper, it was a knife and his wrist. Still an artist, just this time with different tools. And all I did was stand by and watch. 
The older he got, the more serious everything became; all leading to the day that he dreaded. No longer was his pen a pen, but a gun; no more was there any paper, but his head. As he locked the door, we could both hear his mother’s frantic pounding outside. He sat on his bed and I knew that this was it; this was the end of the boy that I had watched grow up. And all I could possibly do was sit next to him and watch; watch this boy who had never found the one thing he needed most, still a hollow boy. As he picked up his pen and wrote his final sentence, he met his end, so did I. This boy that I had watched drift through life, never happy, never fulfilled, was I. Life had happened to me and passed me by. And all I had ever done was stand by and watch.

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Symmetry

There is life in death
Perfect symmetry exists
Life now unending

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Necessary Change

Only one stands true.
Everything has to evolve,
Else it perishes.

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Empty Bottle, Empty Soul

There is nothing worse than staring at an empty bottle, 
Figuring out there it has more substance than your moral values.
Nothing more than the all-encompassing emptiness: 
The deafening silence

Peering through the veil of ignorance, Unknowing of even who you are;
Not that anyone will notice you,
Much less remember.

As you crawl upon this earth,
And shrink back inside.
The shroud surrounding you
Covers all to see.

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Lost

From a ceaseless world
The meaning unknown to all
Where to go from here?

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Desire Destroys Me

As the darkness captures you; 
It leaves a path of despair, 
A path that many will follow 
Curiosity pulling them forward 
Dragging them on, into the future, unknown
Further than they have ever gone. 

Alone, scared, the only ones you trusted have left.
For they have been called upon;
Venturing forward without you.
Never looking back for you
Forgetting you.
The only thing left is to say goodbye. 

Close your eyes for one last time, 
Never to open them again. 
The despair twisted to curiosity. 
The curiosity directed at what is next; 
What is beyond the red eyes of death?

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Trancendance

Found, Nevertheless
Still alone to himself, now
No more a human

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Looking Forward

The higher I go;
The lower I’ll sink.

The one thing I desire
Is the one that destroys me.

The closer to the end,
The more devastating the failure seems.

When there is much to say,
The only answer is silence.