

Girl on a train 245.Girl on a train 245
There should be a poem for every girl with black hair and black eyes who's sat across the aisle on a crowded train and written pointless beautiful things in the notebook in her lap.
I might write my name and number on a bit of paper &nb


Bones and BouldersI hear that the clavicle fairy is building a castle out of our necks and shoulders.Bones and Boulders
This pendulum toandfro is getting old. hearts hang from collar marrow and they strike arthritis dust out of the surrounding hills they bleed ink out of greasy sunsets too many clenched fists and I always hold my breath.
(I hear that the clavicle fairy is building towers out of dental floss and fishing line she's digging moats and filling them with perspiration.)
I hear the clavicle fairy is building a castle out of bones and boulders. Our


ReturnIn the field full of bliss, waiting for winter’s kiss,Return
I forgot where I was and I fell for a dream. As I shivered below all the new-fallen snow, In the distance I heard only one final scream.
Flowing endless and fast through the fields of the past, My cold body swept off on the glaciers at sea. I first slept, then I wept, but so closely I kept One last image of love in my mind, hopelessly.
Was it love at first sight in the chill of the night? Did the blizzard that fell in that twilight obscure All the joy and the pain? Did the pinpricks of rain Biting


In ChainsA reprobate in finite chains, I wish to learn to fly, Although I know no other means Than leap, and hope to die.In Chains
My waxen wings will melt away, I know I’ll hit the ground Twice as hard as yesterday, I’ll land without a sound.
For, though I tried and though I failed, I heard a seraph sing. And just before I hit, I sailed Away on angel’s wings.
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I set this to sticky... whazzat mean?
If you ever get the chance, you should check out one of my newer poems titled "Candle"; it's inspired by one of yours, so you may enjoy it.
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Reality is just one dream-walk away...
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i m alive because i m alive...
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"You're not only wrong - you're stupid and you're ugly, just like your mum."
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