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What Am I

No one has seen me,
They have looked. 
So long I've waited,
So long I've hooked,
A piece of my soul,
To drops of loneliness;
A piece of my soul,
To lines of deadlines.

The rain is falling,
Water drowns the room.
The sky has waited,
For our certain doom.
To bring us down,
And clean the world,
Of those who were worth this,
And those who weren't.

I am stuck inside my mind,
No one around, I'm left behind.
Left in the dark, being consumed,
Of what is gone, of what is blue.

No one has seen me,
They have looked,
So long I've held on,
So long I've hooked,
A piece of me,
For what I atone,
So what I really am,
Is I'm alone.

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The City of Slowlake

Violent, pure, and a mess,
Darkness roars in the presence of night.
A candle with a flame; a seer of light,
Awakens to the highest of heights, 
Arises from a state of sleep,
Arises from a prison; a trap;
A thief of time that you will never get back, 
A predator who learnt to burn what may wish for a return,
Of a life that offers what he had lacked. 

His flame starts to grow, but his mortality will shrink.
Alive and well, but unable to think.
Fearless and holy, positive but lonely,
Darkness says, "Their hearts have begun to blink."

She wages war, a battle of sorts,
"I'll run you through with no remorse!"
She marches to Fire, conspired as a liar,
In revenge she attired from skeleton to corpse. 

Fire sighs boredly, nothing lives for him.
Mind abundant as light; light that shines as dim.
Fire grabs a rope, visiting war with hope,
Darkness falls too low, as the end of sin.

The moon didn't fall.
The sun didn't rise.
And death didn't call,
The dark they despised.
However, instead, 
As war travelled  to bed,
Renewed, and undead,
Together they bled.

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Tinnitus

We boarded a train,
Going towards insanity.
The train tracks are,
Corroded by vanity.

It stopped for sleep, 
We tried to run away,
Just like we did, 
Every time we played.
No one would stop us,
I sang a lullaby,
To her and her only,
Every time she cried.

Sometimes I waited,
For another start. 
Our dreamy beginning,
The one we tore apart.

But one way or another,
It always found us,
Drowning in sorrow,
It had me nonplussed,
How we just sat there,
And it all fell down;
How though we both waited,
And were never renowned.

After all of that,
I had decided,
To live again as two,
With my heart divided.

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My Funeral Note

(This poem is basically the note that I'll leave when I die)

On a Monday morning,
Your souls walk with gloom.
Put on your black dresses,
Newborn flowers won't bloom.

Don't waste your money,
On silly goodbye cards.
I don't want the dried flowers,
I'm another dead 'star'.

An ocean dark blue had me drowning,
No one could save me this time.
Being alive was partial grounding,
Being dead is not a crime.
I've suffocated all these years,
To be put down underground.
Don't tell me that you're sorry,
I'm gone for good now.

Expressing non-existent feelings,
Kill me even more.
No one ever says thank you,
For not death but gore.


The cliche setting of the rain,
On a funeral day.
With black umbrellas shielding pain,
Coming right from my grave.

Maybe one day we'll meet again,
Only if you wish.
Today's the day I don't pretend.
Sleep is my favorite dish.
Sad ending to a fairy tale;
A story never real.
A heart that you can never fix,
A soul you'll never heal.

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Angel

A smile from you is gold to me,
A laugh of yours I'll never leave.
I'll write until my wish comes true,
Do you see me like I see you?

Your soul is as precious as roses,
As beautiful as snowflakes on noses.
Under that skin, inside your heart,
Can that be what I'll be apart?

The words you say I won't forget,
Nor your image my dear brunette.
I'll write until we start to make,
The memories, the ones I won't forsake.

A smile formed on your pretty face,
The steps you make that can you trace.
One thing for sure I know will be,
Is this poem, to you from me.

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Ode To Sylvia

I picture a person,
Swinging side to side.
With their head in a noose,
A noose they once tied.

She named the noose yesterday,
Because that's what her life would be.
Tomorrow didn't seem valid,
That's all she could see.

A little birdie told her,
Two days before her doom.
That she better not leave a note,
And put fake words in her room.

She wasn't sad, she wasn't glad,
That her life was a waste.
What upset her the most,
Is that time can't choose a pace.

It enraged her, that single thought.
But it wasn't why she did it.
Why she made it seem that tomorrow can't,
Make her puzzle piece fit.

She took her life simply because,
The night before she had a dream.
It was an empty room with knives,
With messy walls painted cream.
The room didn't have a door,
No windows, and no windowsills.
It echoed what she had thought,
And it put her behind a grill.

She woke up, and she told her mum,
She told her dad, everyone she knew.
The sky, the sun, the moon and stars,
And suddenly her decreasing vision grew.

When that had passed, she'd then decide
She'd get a rope and end her life.
The dream to her was where she belonged,
So she jumped at the count of five.

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12:00

There's no one saying any words,
It's just the sound of their shallow voices fading.
Their thoughts are yelling from afar.
for another sound, they've been waiting and waiting.

Silence is watching them complain,
They don't see the place that it's brought them to.
The only sound that they can hear,
Is what's stopping them from doing what they want to do.

It starts to strangle all their necks,
As they struggle to not shed a single tear.
Silence has chained them undersea,
They start screaming underwater but no one wants to hear.

So now the water starts to dry,
Every last faith and hope has been washed away.
Sound is the only thing they craved,
So now they're dead and on the ground, their bodies lay.

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Untitled Poem

We have longed,
For another time,
Again and before,
You shut the door.
Write out the pain,
Scribble up the page,

Where will we go,
When we grow up?

Crying out laughs,
Laughing away,
The deathwishes we had today.
We long for sleep,
It's time to leave,
Drowning our hearts,
With love and thieves.

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Cryptography's Enigma

"You should have waited."
They say that to you, twice a day.
They know you hated,
How they all watched you fall away.

Love all the motions,
As they all sway with the breeze.
The poisonous potions,
Has brought us down to our knees.

Should I believe in friend or foe,
Shall I hand down or fall below
The ocean; a notion,
Waiting for us to take to go.

You'll make it,
As we won't go far.
We won't be gone
For long
Anymore.

Do you hear it too?
Sounds of desperation in my ear.
Should I accrue,
A ticket for me to disappear?

Why not go high when I am low?
To the right place like years ago.
I'm loving, and shoving,
My heart into a dark cave I know.

You'll make it,
As we won't go far.
We won't be gone 
For long,
Anymore.

We'll make it,
As we won't go far.
We won't leave home,
Anymore...

Why not go high when I am low?
Shall I hand down or fall below,
To the right place like years ago,
My heart, a dark cave I have known.
Do I hate my friends or hate my foes,
That wait for me to take to go.
The oceans, two notions
Hating the thoughts they're shoving away,
To brighten the depressing tone.