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Thomas Conlan Mar 2015
Angel eyes shine down on me.
Blinding me, so I don't see.

Shamefully hiding from the light.
Life, forever lived at night.

Afraid of what your gaze may see
When it finally shines on me.

*****, disgusting, covered in grime.
The sight of a boy, lost in time.

Between a girl who spread pain and lies
And the possibilities seen in Angel's eyes.

The world lit up, my world, decayed.
Your light leaves me, begging to be saved.

But all that's good does eventually fade.
Everything bright will return to the shade.

Reality is, everything lives and then dies,
But life is still beautiful in those Angel's eyes.
Thomas Conlan Mar 2015
Red river, red river,
take me on a ride down that
sweet scarlet stream.
Where we'll
cut
our own path;
waking up from this dream.

Red river,
won't you carry me
to the place where I belong,
where the river
dries up
and our song is
left unsung.

Screams and terror,
of people who couldn't turn back.
Their bodies cast upon the
dried up dirt,
line
after
line.

Down the river red they went.
Agony and pain; their two only oars.
Their lives drained into the
blood soaked sand.
Life begins so unexpectedly
but this time, ended as planned.
Thomas Conlan Mar 2015
Like a wave across a rocky shore,
I stretch over land and always want more.
You are the earth I can't reach,
impossibly far for a gentle wave like me.

But ill never stop pushing forward,
as you can very well see.
Ill crash and crash and crash and crash
until you notice me,
and when you do
I swear ill be the most beautiful thing you've seen.

If only I could make you want me too.

The gravity of my feelings aren't enough
to push me through to you.
There isn't anything I wouldn't do
to crash right next to you.
Even if I did I know
it'd be short lived.
Eventually everything will return to the sea,
including me.
Where I will crash upon your rocky shore
forever more..
Thomas Conlan Mar 2015
You've got to take that doubt,
give it a scream and shout.
yeah, curse it away; bleed it out.

bury it deep below,
so it wont show.
Only you will know...

and although you know just how low it'll go, those words you said will leave your emotions left for dead, and your hands will be covered in red.
Thomas Conlan Feb 2015
Take a look at where I'm found,
I'm falling, falling to the ground.
My world turning round and round,
And I'm here, falling, down and down.

I'm falling, falling for you,
And you know about this too.
That all of this I say is true.
Falling, falling for you,
Is all I can hope to do.

As I fell, you failed to catch me.
As I fell, you let me drop.
Didn't you ever look up to see,
That I needed this to stop?

Did you ever hear me calling?
Screaming that my world is falling?
Was I going to keep you stalling
From your life down there, still crawling?
Because my pleas are so appalling,
Right by you, I'll keep on falling.

Now that I've fallen past you,
I'll keep falling for someone new.
She'll know what to do,
Instead of seeing me fall through.
The only questions to answer is who,
And will she fall for me too?

So this is where I'll be found,
Falling down, falling down.
My world spinning, round and round.
Forever falling, falling to the ground.
Thomas Conlan Feb 2015
There is more to life than fear; there is love
Thomas Conlan Feb 2015
Some people would call this love; I call it masochism.
My first attempt at a 10 word poem. Feedback is always appreciated!
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