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George Atkinson Dec 2013
I couldn't deny that I might not be confused.
I hope that that sentence doesn't make you bemused.
Then why do I write it?
Because I do as I choose,
I choose to *****, lose then cruise,
I thought you knew the news
That I have nothing to lose?
Then who are you to accuse
That I rhyme too often?
There, that should soften
The blows don't bruise.
If only I knew
How to Stop.
This was, if you forgive the phrase, poetic diarrhoea. Lovely randomness :)
George Atkinson Dec 2013
Pinch yourself and don't feel pain
Earth bound shackles held you down
But strawberry fields let go.

See your childhood love again
Feelings lost can here be found
Play together in the snow.

Drift in limbo through the rain
Watch your past and futures drown
All your thoughts you used to know.

Dive down the darkest abyss
Killing the lurking fiends you find
Here they'll sing about your fights.

Glide through times murkiest mists
Leave all your worries behind
Lose the need of wrong or right.

Climb to the top of your bliss
Behold your wonderful mind
Cry your oceans at the sights.

Jump of the tallest tower
Realise you're falling faster
Your fears come back to haunt you.

Resist but void's your power
She's there but you fall past her
Mephistopheles pulls you.

Your streets open like flowers
He peels the stone like plaster
Fall into his jaws and through...

...Out the other side it's clear
Embrace the one you hold dear
Think of your potential here.
Based on lucid dreaming, a real phenomenon where the dreamer knows he is dreaming (NOT taken from inception!). It shows the restrictions that our (real) world places on us by comparing it with the blissful freedom of your dreams. However despite this, we must embrace what we have.
George Atkinson Nov 2013
As flower to the bee
As she is to me.
A bit cringy yes, but that is a burden all these ****** love poems have to bear. :)
George Atkinson Nov 2013
Hammocks hamper an oceans intent
To disturb a slumbering crew.
Moonlight shatters over the East
To guide them through the blue.

The cabin walls of woven timber
Moaning in the swell.
The Captain sleeps on rustic papers
Creased like cockle shells.

Our hero, Crow, sits on his nest.
Discussing with the stars
How a world with all this peace
Could not result in war.

Constellations slowly recede.
Tides rise with the sun.
And withered clouds of discontent
Sprinkle the horizon.

And so the skies revealed to Crow
That darkness follows light.
The deepest trenches end in shores
So death must end in life.

At this, our hero killed the crew.
The silence was his blade.
He sank the ship before the storm
Took the friends he'd made.

The waves dragged the ship and men
To their heaven in the depths.
They rest in peace forever more
As in life, in death.
Based on Aesops fables - short moral stories with animals as the main character. The unmentioned God who controls this world is evil and Crow sees that and takes his friends away from him!
George Atkinson Nov 2013
Sky blue eyes
As clear as the lies
From filthy guilty crimson lips.
Her icy hands trying to grip
She couldn't hold my burning gaze
I threw my love into the blaze.

Wry goodbyes
To both our past lives
I watch them returning to dust.
One last embrace of fiery lust
Reset the clocks and walk away
But I'll smell her flowers someday.
George Atkinson Nov 2013
Red rubber band,
World in your hand.
Day by day,
It decays.
Its time will come.
An elastic gun
For fun? Perhaps,
Until it snaps.
Left on the floor,
Worth nothing no more.
Red rubber band.
One of my first (ever) poems, which when looking back at it could represent the world crisis, global warming, etc. I promise I intended none of that however
George Atkinson Nov 2013
Drunk on sunshine.
Snowy peaks and clouds entertwine,
As we, racing through the meadows green...
If only it wasn't a dream.

Daylight reveals to weary eyes
The cold truth behind the lies.
Leaden skies grace the morn:
They are as tough as being torn
From the bedsheets I embraced.
I thought about making more of it, but look back I was happy with it as it is - a fragment
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