The sky is blue
Dark and quaint
A silver hue
Shimmers faint
The smog is rising
Drowning the earth
So mesmerising
Silver grey on concrete turf
It moves so slow
A languid crawl
Misery in tow
It consumes us all
The sludge is pumping
Into the sea
Isn't it something?
The death of Divinity

Entropy is beauty
The death of a thousand stars
Nothing so lovely
As the end of something scarred

All things must die
All systems break down
The end of time
Atrophy a burial mound

When thoughts stream through my head-
They acclimate into a presence-
Dark and smothering-
Sinister Nothing.

I dream of ******.
My mistress, my mother.
******, ****** my dear...

I dream of Chaos.
My friend and my brother.
Chaos let them shake in fear....

I dream of Death
My reflection, my other.
Staring at me in the mirror...

I dream of Uncertainty
Or I think I do...
My father, oh father....
What shall we do..............

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Sunset sky
Late leaves fall
as litter flies

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All night
awake
feels strange
I crack

Late flight
I break
I'll change
come back

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I don't know why she never really knew me
I wish I knew why she was so unkind
And why she cut my clothes to shreds so rudely
And ripped the peace cleanly out of my mind

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i hate myself
i hate my life
my fingers close around the knife
my cuts are mouths screaming in vain
as blood mixes with streaming rain

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Hey lonely -
your poem ******.
Read more, get out more,
eat meat or forever hold your peas.

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Nightfall comes
wood smoke curls
as lights go out.

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N E 1 want 2 chat?
No?
'bye.

What I found really ironic
Was that my head teacher stood up in front of us and said
“I know what you’re thinking and why you’re thinking it;
Because you’re teenagers and therefore you think you know everything.”

And I wonder if he ‘knows’
That every day I question
The conversations
Between constellations
And the persistence
Of my selfish existence
And I wonder if he ‘knows’
That every day I question
What colours we choose for crying
And what I gain from lying
And the age at which it became OK to play pretend games again
Or whether we even ever gave them up.

And I wonder if he ‘knows’
That what he’s said is ironic
Or if he really thinks he made a good point.

Can we be alone,
for one second more?
I want to stay with you,
I've never felt like this before.

Whenever you are near,
my heart begins to race.
Show me what love feels like,
Hold me in your loving embrace.

And though I know, my dear,
as well as you do,
nobody could settle down,
with a man like you,

I just want to know,
for one night only,
just what it feels like,
not to be lonely.