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LJ Chaplin Nov 2018
Dear crystal ball,
Tell me who I am,
Am I whole and full of life
Or just a shell of a man?

Can you see my future
Or is it in plain sight?
Will it be written in the stars
As I turn off the light?

Can you conjure up a plan,
So I walk the straight and narrow?
Or will I swim with hungry sharks
Far beyond the shallows?

Dear crystal ball
Please tell me where to go,
I'm forever in a tug of war,
An existential limbo.
LJ Chaplin Apr 2018
You are the first thing I need
When I wake up,

To cure the sleep that
Hangs from my eyes
And takes shelter in my bones,

To feel the warmth of your embrace
Soothe the soul,
Each sip better than the last,
Drink you in until there's nothing left.

When the cup is empty,
The insatiable urge resides,
Energy is restored
And I will face the day knowing
That you will be there again tomorrow.
LJ Chaplin Apr 2018
I find myself in a crowded  sea,
Waiting for the Jubilee,
Men in suits are passing by,
The caffeine keeps their spirits high,
High heeled heroines looking chic,
Their urban catwalk for the week,
And whilst I wait for the train to arrive,
Commuters dance on the yellow line,
I hold my bag and start to pray,
That the 9am tide won't wash me away.
(C) L.J. Chaplin
LJ Chaplin Mar 2018
I would throw myself from
A moving train to prove
My devotion to you,

I would bungee jump
From the highest point
Just to know your name,

I would tread on burning coals
And compare it to how your
Fingers would feel against my skin,

I would put my life on the line
To show how deep the love
Of a daredevil can go.
© L.J. Chaplin
LJ Chaplin Feb 2018
Sometimes I wish my words
Would fall from the sky like rain
So that my heart doesn't always
Do the talking.

Or maybe when the storm clouds
Roll over the horizon
A torrential downpour will
Wash out the bad taste in my mouth.

I even hope that a flash flood from
My frown lines to my jawline
Will wipe the frustration away
And leave a smile on my face.
LJ Chaplin Jan 2018
You and I were just ships passing
In the night,
With no set destination,
But still our sails carry us,
No hesitation.
© L.J. Chaplin
LJ Chaplin Jan 2018
She holds you with porcelain palms,
Try not to break her,
She has been through so much.

She could crack and crumble,
Leaving her broken heart
In pieces on the floor.

Be sure to love her,
To guide and to protect her
And place her on a pedestal.

Let it be known that she is beautiful,
Celebrate this porcelain perfection
For she is timeless and a rarity.
© L.J. Chaplin
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