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Dylan Growcoot Feb 2018
look at the moon
what have I done
look at the stars
a million suns
will you forgive me
for all I did wrong?

If I promise not to see you,
will you try and understand?
will you try and see the stars?
the moon is dark and ugly,
but the sky, it is not.
Dylan Growcoot Feb 2018
Why can't we be like
we were at our honeymoon?

Stitching the petals
back onto the rose.

Images of you sitting
over the river,

memories of hurt,
no longer held close.

Don't sing me that song
with your brittle old voice,
it no longer
belongs to you.
The person I knew is still there at that river,
and I'm drowning in its endless blue.

Why can't we be like
we were at our older days?

The overgrown tree
it was right all along.

Surrounded by an ocean
of foreboding grey,

my mind can only find
its way back to your song.

Please sing me that song
with your brittle old voice,
for it always
belonged to you.
The person I know is still there at that river,
and I'm drowning in its endless blue
Dylan Growcoot Feb 2018
My little cloud, you're so beautiful,
but don't stick around too long, ok?
Cloud, dear, you're so beautiful,
but can you come back another day?

When I think of you I can't think straight.
I'm gonna need to take a little break.
My mind gets in this cloudy state.
Could you just wait?

My little cloud, you're so beautiful.
I see your reflection in the sea,
and darling, you look beautiful.
The water's looking up at me.

When I see you, floating so free,
I get jealous, I must agree.
And while I sit under this tree,
I feel like nobody.
Dylan Growcoot Feb 2018
My ship it lies motionless,
nestled in the dunes.
I'm very far away from home,
and I can't find the moon.

I creak and wobble left and right
as I sail among the sand.
Windy gusts will raise the grains
yet carry me throughout this land.

The little boat then takes a turn,
toward a watery reprise.
Struggling the yellow stone,
The boat finds only lies.

As I sail into the night,
my ship it lies motionless,
nestled in the dunes
Dylan Growcoot Feb 2018
A grey horizon.
A gentle breeze.
A light rain.

You have the most beautiful blue eyes, she said.
An unsettling silence took hold.

A great wave crashes into land,
sweeps away at valleys and hills,
and it creeps inland into towns;
it drowns the world;
only I remain dry,
as I look at the brittle tops of the trees
with my tired eyes.

From my
throne of leaves
I wade through
the destruction,

A single tree on a hill survives,
through my wet, sluggish clothes, I struggle on,    
wrestling the current,
closer to the tree;
but it was just a tree.
Dylan Growcoot Feb 2018
I want you to care
about me.

I want you to stare.
I'm not fee
ling too

sure of myself,
but I can help
you
to start feeling well
if you want me to.

I just want to be  
want to be  
want to be
want to be
want to be
want to be
wanted.

Take me out on a date,
spend money on me.
Promise I wont be late,
need to know you're wi
ling to

sacrifice
a bit of yourself.
Bring me to paradise,
like I'm somebody else.
Dylan Growcoot Feb 2018
In the valley of the hermit,

an old woman lives alone

clutching onto a stone.

She knew time when she saw it.



She lived on top of a tower,

a storm brewing up above.

Still she didn't lose sight of

the rocks' hands from turning over.



One day a man came to her door,

showed her the wheel on his wrist.

"Time is something you can't resist!

this tower's not safe anymore."



The woman chose not to listen.

And when the lightning finally struck,

she ran completely out of luck

and time was something she was missing.
Dylan Growcoot Feb 2018
Let me just lay down
foundation.
This is where we'll stay
  every night.
Our gaze is sky bound
to the sun.
The only star gaze
 we'll follow.

Suffering is all we've ever known
and all we'll ever know is suffering.

As we cook under
this heat,
our rotten husks turn
to meat,
and we'll just take a
seat,
in our little house
of peat.
Dylan Growcoot Feb 2018
Show me the ocean,
the great divide.
Two human beings
stand at either side.

I heard a story
a monster lives inside.
Maybe if I ask him
he'll take me for a ride, to

the air,
the water,
the earth,
the fire.

The crescent moon,
it forms a bridge,
a great mirror
your eyes can never miss.

So while we wait to
get past this abyss,
in our minds is where
we'll share our first kiss, in

the air,
the water,
the earth,
the fire.
Dylan Growcoot Feb 2018
A river passes by
saturating the dry
red earth below.

Tunnels are saved,
caves are lost.
Who let you in?

A swamp above,
a basin of love,
a sound forgotten.

It floods the core,
It melts the rock,
a lie revealed.

Filling my mind filled thick like a sauna,
marinated with wine plenty in the cellar,
oil on canvas dried brush thick in yellow;
it's me who grows this time.

Pollinated hives dress the wind with nectar,
one soothing cry calms the silence forever,
coins jingle by in the cup of a beggar;
it's me who grows this time.

The way I see
I'm arid mars,
and down on me
your Venus flows,

and I can feel
scary and new,
and I can feel
you all around,

and eventually
you will be,
a part of me
and we'll both turn,

into something free
together now,
just you and me
so much to show.
Dylan Growcoot Feb 2018
I thought it'd be funny if I ended up with you.
Through my quivering laugh I wish into the moon.
Fate, god, or magic, one of them came through.
It's true.

Well sometimes life's a joke, isn't it?
It drags you back just when you're ready to quit.
You lay your cards upon the table,
and its pawn takes your king.

Today at night as I look up to the moon,
I know that in the past you'll look there too,
A marred connection, the crater's dunes,
A blinding light dulls the gloom.
Dylan Growcoot Feb 2018
Casual conversation,
waiting at the station,
it doesn't really mean she likes you, boy.

Listening to your problems,
sitting in the flowers,
it doesn't really mean she likes you, boy.

So listen when I tell you,
why you're feeling blue because,
you deserve a better life, my boy.

You don't have to fight,
all the ****** time because,
you deserve a better life, my boy.

I know you really like her,
but don't tell her about your father,
she really doesn't care about you, boy.

She's going to keep you around,
cause she likes your voice's sound,
she really doesn't care about you, boy.

You don't need a partner,
just to make yourself feel better,
you're perfect just the way you are, my boy.

You don't have to try,
these things just take some time,
you're perfect just the way you are, my boy.

When you're feeling safe
to show your true face,
That's when you'll know.
You'll know.
Dylan Growcoot Oct 2018
Yet still, the echo:
What the **** is going on?
You ask yourself
as the loading screen
breaks, the game starts
and you laugh
with your mates,

yet still, the echo:
What the **** is going on?
Just shut up and study,
get a job and get money,
pass your course with
no complaining, don't worry
it's just raining,

yet still, the echo:
What the **** is going on?
Don't think, a family to feed
a girlfriend, a baby, and parents
in need of your help,
and not to mention yourself,
take some time off
from work, it's stressful,
I know but it's best for

yet still the echo:
What the **** is going on?
Doesn't matter now, you're old
and you're tired, all regrets
have been tied, inside you
a fire has been saying
goodbye,
don't listen to them
cause you know,
do you know?
you have the experience
but still love your family
as you become dull,
never again will you
live the life of
a child with an unanswered question
inside you,
what the **** is going on?
Dylan Growcoot Oct 2018
The green ghost
flutters with a light beneath him,
a creature of the night,
believe him,
for he shows what he saw long ago.

The forest grove
rich with life and meaning,
a light which he says was breathing,
it's eating,
all the darkness he saw long ago.

The ghost in tatters everywhere,
his bright secret was shared,
the darkness rips and tears,
the light which once was there.
Dylan Growcoot Jan 2019
The two don't know
they will become one,
any second now,
any moment now,
the lips will touch,
and before it's over,
before the lips touch,
before the moment,
before the second,
before they become one,
they know what love is.
Dylan Growcoot Apr 2018
The window,
you look straight through all the snow that's falling down.
A ghost,
shattered into a million pieces falling on the ground.
The devil,
swimming through the endless, formless fertile sound.
Sleepless night,
light today.


O Fortuna,
bring me up.

O Fortuna,
take me down.

— The End —