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George Grenfell Nov 2017
Ive done it again
Let imaginary love scare me away
At the end of the day it was early still,
And its my lack thereof that got you.

Truth is i wont let myself commit,
The little story in my head where im happy never plays out to the end.

I know you couldnt wait forever,
Keep letting me close with no notions of whats to come.

My silence fed your doubts about yourself, why doesnt he see me in his life outside of now?

Truth is i dont know,
My lonliness isnt aware of its transience.
My affection is camouflaged in lustful waves.

Im scared to let myself go.
Im scared to trap you in.

Thoughts that grow from a scarred heart are misshapen and tough.
I know if youd seen the real me,
It wouldnt have been enough.
Thoughts on insecurity and ending relationships early because of them
George Grenfell Nov 2017
There it stands, arachnid shadows creeping down, its veins flow hidden, causing the grass to breathe.

A distant storm closes in,
it swallows the horizon, accentuating my trivialty .
I rest in solitude.

I make my way up the hill.
I can see the wind through the things that it moves, its power still dormant, demanding my respect.

As i get closer i can sense a force above me,
A blue marble spins and glistens in orange light,
i try desperately not to fall off.

Its almost too much to bare as i stretch out my hands.
In that instant i realise my eyes have been closed.

I hesitate to open them,
The vast atmosphere is now an ambience moaning low.
A deep chant reverberates inside.

I can feel Herculean walls towering to an ornate roof, and statues of gold staring into me, piercing my skin.

Never blinking, never averting their gaze, i have to see.

The hairs on my neck stand up and I ****** my eyes wide.

A cold breeze drifts in from my garden as rain drips off the tin roof.
I get up from my chair wiping my tired eyes.

I look out at the old tree from years past, but i see it for the first time.
Again this one is based off a recurring dream theme of a lone tree on a hill, and a huge monestary at the edge. Ive tried to reflect the atmosphere accurately.
George Grenfell Nov 2017
I see a blank canvas as i briefly look in your eyes;
They yearn to see the full picture, although its only for the mind.

And as syllables form words, each brushstroke paints a portrait,
revealing the meaning behind your smile.
Painted and never seen, said once and forgotten.

A true moment.

As you finish your last stroke my masterpiece begins, and you lay yourself bare.
We're vulnerable but stronger than ever,
And electricity fills the air.

Because if our pictures match,
Our dreams might come true.

At the end of this road, after a thousand lives have faded,
Maybe we'll find the one stroke that finishes the piece.
But even if we dont end up on the same path,
Or if we never find the meaning to our lives,

Alone amongst the mysterious night, wrapped up in our own story half the world away,
We might find ourselves admiring this moment,

as it hangs motionless,
in the gallery of time.
I guess this is just an appreciation of a single moment, and how each one can stick with you and change the course of your life. Its also a comment about how things might not always work out but you always have some good memories that you can look back on, personal or shared.
George Grenfell Nov 2017
I can feel it but i dont know where, i deserve it but i dont know why,
The colour drains from the sky like a flash of negative hue

Life was a neon trick of technicolour played only on me.
Everyones lives different shades of lies
And the truth lay in the eternal empty space

True blackness and blinding white light
Crack the illusion of the sky
And reveals the duality of me.
The only thing there is.
This is inspired by the song sound of silence, its sense of awe really struck a chord with me and i really like the lyrics.
George Grenfell Nov 2017
Your memory is out of my reach;
I forget your face again each day,
But i feel each word thats touched your lips,
Everything you say.

A wave of nostalgia goes by,
Have we ever met before?
memories sit unread like the oldest book in the store.


Youre an elegant mirage , you save me then disappear,
an emotional barrage,
but were you ever really here?

Youre a ripple in space, i feel your breath so near, youre a siren in an astral place, that only i can hear

Your beauty is out of my reach, did i suddenly wake up or did i suddenly sleep? Reflections of you stretch into the deep,
But im stranded on the beach.

Youre a fall from a height, youre the thought that cant be shown, youre a vast sea of black, youre the truth that cant be known.

Your gravity folds into me and wraps around my mind, your thoughts are in my voice, your words sound just like mine.

Your beauty is within my reach, maybe if i can touch the sunset before your last waves breach.
I will be one with the sand and the sea, and you will be one with me.

I walk towards the sun, the giver of life, and as the water wraps around me like a knife pressed on my face, i appear once again where i started, exactly the same place.

Maybe its not you thats distant, maybe i left you alone. Maybe its me thats faded, My body turned into stone.

I only exist on lonely nights, when you dream of love.
I rise above your bed as your heart swells with memories that have no place.

Its the sound of the sea isnt it,
an echo of my face youve never seen,
it wakes up the child inside
Casts light where only night had been.

Scared of the world now, you seek escape,
Scared of the future,
Scared to fight,
you dream of a never ending beach,
Night after night.

I cant come back now, im an emotional crutch. You have to find something real,
A moment you can touch.

When i fade next time you wake, i'll let myself go,
Ill let the darkness take me into the unknown.

Youre looking out at the sunset, waiting for me, for a new day.
when you hear a distant wave roll in, and gently pull away.
Feedback is welcomed!  :) its my first poem

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