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Declan Sep 2011
Above the ground,
Above the trees,
Above the mound,
That everyone sees.

A sea of blue
Floating by
Spotted with glue.
Oh, how it flies!

It rarely changes
From that so pure.
Oh, how it ranges.
Sky Azure.
Declan Sep 2011
The buildings of a city
Towering overhead
Like giant, steel monsters
That hid under your bed.

Lost in a city
With no one to help.
Each time you try,
You’re turned back.

The first attempt to leave
Began quite well.
Until that good friend
Was torn from your hand.

Lost in a city
With no one to help.
Each time you try,
You’re turned back again.

Escape number two
Started on suspicion.
When the lead was confronted,
He exploded with anger.

Lost in a city
With no one to help.
Each time you try,
You’re turned back again.

Try number three
I thought had good chance.
Now that I’ve started,
I almost wish to double-back.

And be lost in a city,
With no one to help.
Each time I try,
I’m turned back again.

When first I saw this man,
I thought escape was certain.
Some doubt arose, as always,
Yet I still thought I could

Escape the city
Where no one would help
Each time I’ve tried,
I’ve been turned back.

I’ve posed a question
To better get acquainted.
Hopefully, a new friend
Will help me

Escape the city
Where no one would help.
Each time I’ve tried,
I’ve been turned back.

The most I can do now
Is simply wait and see
If this man
Is who I claim him to be

And I escape the city
Where no one will help.
Each time I’ve tried
I’ve been turned back.

Now I think I should
Stand atop a building
And, as loud as I can,
Yell my desire

To escape the city
Where no one will help.
Each time I’ve tried
I’ve been turned back.

Maybe I should be me.
Tell all others, “tough luck.
I am who I am.
And my greatest desire

Is to escape the city,
Where no one will help
Each time I’ve tried
I’ve been turned back.”

Maybe I’m just destined
To walk these streets alone
Forever stuck, never moving
In constant circles, never

Escaping the city,
Where no one will help.
Each time I’ve tried
I’ve been turned back.

I beg and plead
With you, my last hope.
Help me out of this mess
Before I croak

In this forsaken city,
Where no one will help.
Each time I’ve tried
I’ve been turned back.
Declan Jul 2011
I wish it were easier
To reveal some things.
I keep them deep inside me
Scared of what they may wreak.

I’ve thought of different ways
To put out what I feel,
But I’m not sure if everyone
Would be on the same page.

All the mixed messages
You send me on the topic,
Make me go back and forth,
From telling and hiding.

To be psychic is the only answer.
While we joke we have the connection
We both know it’s not real,
But only I know how I feel.
Declan Feb 2011
I don’t know what to do
I think I see things
But maybe I’m just
Making them up

It seemed this way
When we first met
And later on
When we first text

But now,
I’m not sure
No reply
2 hours later

Maybe it just
Slipped your mind
Maybe you meant to
But something distracted

I’m still hoping
That you’ll come through
Please don’t disappoint
Like many others have
Declan Feb 2011
If only I could tell
Exactly what you thought
Get inside your brain well
And extract what you’ve been taught

One thing for certain
Is what I wish to know
To answer the uncertain
Whether or not to forgo

Truth be told,
Your one that fits
All I wish to hold
Is your commits

We matched up
Perfectly well
Now let’s jump
It should be swell
Declan Nov 2010
Why must you make me mad?
Even if you don’t mean to
You do those little things
That make me madder
Than words can say.

Why must you do this?
Can you not do
Those few small things
That I asked of you
That you did for others?

Why must you hurt me?
I know you don’t mean to
But through all these things
You make me hurt
Because I really do care

Why must I make this choice?
Should I keep this connection?
Or should I cut you off from me?
If only I didn’t have to make the choice,
But that part is up to you.
This is sadly thanks to something a supposed "friend" has done through his actions to me recently, hope you enjoy.
Declan Oct 2010
Oh, Life
My dearest Life,
Why dost though
Push me off a cliff?

What tis the purpose
That thou seeketh
By watching me fall
To my demise

Tis it entertainment?
Tis is joy?
Please do inform me
When you have thine answer.

And, of course,
Thy push kills me not
You simply watch me
Writhing at the bottom

Life, thou art
Cruel and Fickle
A two-headed beast
That loves destruction.

Canst thou help me
For once
Pull me away from this cliff
Before I fall.

I hope you choose well, Life
Don’t let me fall
Help me! Help Me!
Sincerely, Declan
I'm not sure if I used the older, Shakespearean English right. If you know the grammar for it, please help me!
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