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Liam Jul 2019
I have always wanted to change the world,
For as long as I can remember.
Not for a single second have I been content,
Craving fire but finding just embers.

I have always wanted to be more than I am,
In a different time and place.
I lust for change and for first times and new things,
And the girl with the prettiest face.

I used to want to rule the world and have power beyond comprehension.
While searching for a way to **** God himself, I seemed to have caught his attention.

I once thought that I had conquered fear,
Death seemed like an illusion.
It is only with the weight of the world on your shoulders,
You will realise that you're only human.
Liam Jul 2019
As on the moment one emerges from the heat of their home,
Into the most bitter of wintertime mornings.
The frosty air stings as it flows up my nose,
My head is cooling and my heart is warming.

My face becomes numb,
As the icy wind comes,
Crystalising perspiration.
My cells themselves freeze,
Putting my mind at ease,
I live for a chilling sensation.
Liam Jul 2019
Such a shallow feeling.
Are you even mine?
I use my life to search for things I'm certain I can't find.
If the sky became a ceiling
And the clocks ran out of time,
Maybe then I could accept the limitations of my mind.


There must be something more.
It's fixation and obsession.
Every word I hear is just a lesson or a blessing.
I am a psychedelic *****,
Selling myself to depression.
And if you ever went up for sale,
It would steal you in a second.
  Mar 2019 Liam
John Myers O'Hara
Golden pulse grew on the shore,
Ferns along the hill,
And the red cliff roses bore
Bees to drink their fill;

Bees that from the meadows bring
Wine of melilot,
Honey-sups on golden wing
To the garden grot.

But to me, neglected flower,
Phaon will not see,
Passion brings no crowning hour,
Honey nor the bee.
Liam Mar 2019
We were so deep I thought we'd surely drown,
Only what filled our lungs seemed to be pure pleasure.

She brought me so high I thought I'd never come down.
I'd had to dig deep to unearth her treasure.

You've just discovered this,
Yet it feels so desperately awaited.
Colour flooded,
Fluid painted.
Liam Mar 2019
And just like that,
My heart locked in place.
But I just about managed to keep it showing on my face.

Is she studying my eyes because my pupils have dilated?
Or is she giving me the gaze that I have all too long awaited?

Does she at long last want to feel the way I feel?
Liam Mar 2019
I never thought that by listening to thunder I'd understand the lightning.
When I realised this strangest fact,
I found it awfully frightening.

And if you're looking for an answer, you will find it inside of you.
But if you should ever need advice,
The wind will speak the truth.

— The End —