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Jaxon Pollard Poem
This independence is a luxury
And your, mental freedom comes so easily
But your torn,
Between the truth and the lies of it all
You're growing tired of overthinking things
Excessive failure, endless suffering
But you won't
Be denied or revoked of your pride
Oh your petty little lies are like hell
They're like hell
You're speaking so politely
But you're reeking arrogance
In your breath I smell your lying
And it's all I stand against,
So you can come a little closer,
Just so close that I can see
All your hidden signs of weakness
They're not,
Invisible to me
Go run rampant you're a castaway
Lonely, dejected and solitary
By yourself;
There's no one else
You're not the victim you're the one to blame
And still I struggle to recall your name
So I won't
Your essence numbs my mind,
Now I'm sleep deprived, it's hell
It's hell
You're speaking so politely
But you're reeking arrogance
In your breath I smell your lying
And it's all I stand against,
So you can come a little closer,
Just so close that I can see
All your hidden signs of weakness
They're not,
Invisible to me
I'll creep a little closer,
Just so close that you can't see
All my little signs of weakness
I've got,
Invisibility
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Jaxon Pollard Poem
You take the words out my mouth,
I'm tripping on my tongue
In circles.
I'm getting dizzy,
And I'm all caught up
On your love; it's lethal.
Oh I,
Am a sucker for blue eyes and grinning teeth.
Can you unstick your lips?
I want to hear beneath.
Take off your dress.
I want to feel your skin,
I want to begin to see
Beneath it.
Take off your dress.
I'm a little curious,
I'm new at this,
Can't you tell.
You take the air out my lungs,
I'm choking on my tongue
I'm purple.
Oh you're a bad broke bandit
Stealing my love,
Like tax from the people.
And I,
Am a sucker for
Good lies through grinning teeth.
Can you unstick your lips?
I wanna hear beneath.
Take off your dress.
I wanna feel your skin,
I want to begin
To see beneath it.
Take off your dress.
Take off your dress.
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Jaxon Pollard Poem
How Curvaceous you are,
A sophisticated aura,
Demanding attention,
An oak-trimmed collar,
Framed peculiar features,
Grains like old film,
Emphatic yet speechless
Confident like a scholar,
Full of wisdom;
A preacher
A vulnerable coat,
Cocooning your body,
Behold tree trunk colours
Of well-roasted coffee
And then how you speak;
Such a whimsical notion,
Manipulate my feelings,
Oh the sound makes me weep
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Jaxon Pollard Poem
We're getting deep.
Speaking thoughts with vacant eyes;
Intertwined between the sheets.
I can't help myself.
Caress your tenderness;
Envelope yourself in mine.
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Jaxon Pollard Poem
And in one small notion
Everything came toppling down,
Finally settling,
Piles and piles,
Conglomerate and unrecognisable
One huge, dirty mess
Of partial truths and partial lies,
Littered with false alibis,
And all the while
I attempt to rebuild
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Jaxon Pollard Poem
A Better Yesterday
There's these voices,
They come to me;
Can somebody say what they mean?
It's like a blinded
epiphany,
telling me things that I'm doing
before they're even occurring.
In dreams,
I fall victim,
to my minds games,
I settle down and watch how things changed
and what they used to be.
Friendly faces all around,
but they're empty with expression
and deafening with no sound.
But if squint my eyes, and close the blinds,
perhaps it'll go away.
I'll just kick back, call it a night
and cast the key astray.
But maybe I'll wake up tomorrow
in a better yesterday.
I see in colours,
a kaleidoscope
of mental disarray.
Playing dot-to-dot with the stars
and fiddling with hollow jars,
scraping out the remnants
to try keep me sane.
Just to walk,
without a weight on my shoulders,
and a fire to fight all
the cold hearts away.
Then I would find it,
A restful peace inside;
A calm serenity;
The lonely running dry.
But if squint my eyes, and close the blinds
Perhaps it'll go away.
I'll just kick back, call it a night
And cast the key astray.
But maybe I'll wake up tomorrow
in a better yesterday.
But maybe I'll wake up tomorrow
in a better yesterday.
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Jaxon Pollard Poem
The enchanted forest
Of Le Drizzle Aleaf,
Where trees become giants
And the roots become feet,
And the sky is distorted
By foliage sheets
Overlapping in rhythmic
Melody with the breeze.
And the trees, oh the trees
A vastness to see,
Abundant in creation
Coloured green with envy,
And the ground
Decomposing;
A few metres deep
Begs for the sunlight,
But settles; uneasy.
'Twas a wretched old soul
Who dwelled far deep inside
Of Le Drizzle Aleaf;
He'd seen too many die.
Whether it be the thistles
On the traps for the flies,
Or expansions of bees
Expelled from beehives.
And the creatures that tickled
Your feet's undersides
Inflicting inflictions
Not quite so benign;
With claws and stingers
Antennas and horns,
And manifestations
Of evil withdrawn
From repugnant extents of
Le Drizzle Aleaf.
The nights cold embrace
Did not stray from the morn.
And on and on and on and on
The old man existed
An existence forlorn.
The sunlight; he missed it,
And like men before
He died many deaths
On the damp forest floor.
But not did he die
Merely not did he live;
The greatest of whimsy
Ripped straight from his limbs
Until at last he stood there
Revoked of one thing,
That made being worth doing;
A soul to dwell in.
So die, die, he spoke as he lived,
A ghost of the forest
His patience too spent,
And all day and all night
He chanted for the madness
To end.
Jaxon Pollard
21/4/15
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Jaxon Pollard Poem
I cannot fathom all the things I've tried,
To at last, find comfort in your presence,
to turn the tide, and prove my time well spent,
Then toss all disillusioned thoughts aside.
Oh strife, oh strife, I pray through days and nights
To at last, feel welcomed by your harsh glance,
Like birds during spring, we'll sing and we'll dance;
Sleep upon support of leaves intertwined.
But the branches cracked cruelly from beneath,
Swallowed by leafage that fell down in sheets;
Deprived of the sunlight we clung onto,
And moistened by morning's dense dripping dew.
This love was not meant to be, I see it,
A bird clipped of wings; confined to it's wit.
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Jaxon Pollard Poem
I don't know where I have been,
But I know where I am going to;
To see a smile as sweet as the tingling
That you make my skin do.
I'm lonesome wanna come on close to me
I'm in need of your company
Give me candy and all of those sweeter things,
I want you to need me.
Oh I've got an attraction.
It's infectious like a good disease.
It's impolite no thank you, please
Cold like a winter breeze, I need;
This attraction.
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