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May 2016 · 313
Patience
Lark Train May 2016
Run away from life for me.
Sigh another day for me.
Lie your life away for me.
Run and hide away from me.
My love will calmly wait for thee.
Form an opinion about this, and then please
Tell me what you think.
I'd make another poem here,
But it would kinda stink. :)
Feb 2016 · 223
Sure.
Lark Train Feb 2016
Sure.
That word.
Sure.
You said
Sure.
And I'm
Sure
That you're
Sure
You're mine.
Not my best work, but it works out.
Feb 2016 · 326
Random Phrases Part 1
Lark Train Feb 2016
You can call me autumn
Cause I'm falling for you.

Here we go again with our
Little games, but this here's
A war zone, I'm in my finest hour.

Whatever you say, wherever you go
I will be with you forevermore.
These are just lines I came up with, but couldn't figure out where to place them or couldn't fit them into a good poem.
Jan 2016 · 2.2k
CoIdpIay
Lark Train Jan 2016
Sudden intimacies
Old missed opportunities
And a
Woman who should've known
Exactly when I'm not my own.

She strikes like a viper,
Shoots to ****, like a ******.
And she
Quickly has disappeared
Confirming what I had most feared.
The song Clocks by Coldplay was the inspiration for this one. I used the rhythm and meter to create these two verses.
Jan 2016 · 1.5k
Castle
Lark Train Jan 2016
Why* you'd ask if you saw me now,
My head slung low and shoulders down.
You  used  to  be  so  big  and  strong,
Baby  tell  me  what  went  wrong.
Wh­y  won't  you  tell  me  what  went  wrong

I used to be a tower, but now I am no more.
I used to wield such power, likes never seen before.
I used to be a castle, till one crept in 'guised silly and aloof.
And razed my lands around me while I fiddled on the roof.
My first castle sank into the swamp. My second castle fell over and sank into the swamp. My third castle burned down, fell over, and sank into the swamp. But the fourth castle stayed up.
Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Jan 2016 · 997
Thief
Lark Train Jan 2016
At a glance, she stole my breath away.
A word then took my heart.
But I love her for these felonies,
As they are surely art.
Jan 2016 · 516
Fire Away
Lark Train Jan 2016
Fire away Fire away
Live for a minute.
Live for a day.
Love when it's lost
Die when it's found.
A purposeful prose
Is all that it costs.
My heart doth confound
With that red bright rose.
Fire away, Fire away
This poem is an example of the "Grand Illusion" thought. I'll allow the reader to determine the meaning of this statement.
Jan 2016 · 807
Mute
Lark Train Jan 2016
I cannot speak, I cannot write
I fear that you won't end my plight.
The charity of your kiss
Is all that I will truly miss.

Tonight I go, tonight I stay
My sovereignty has gone away.
For while my treach'rous tounge's at bay,
I find myself to be your slave.
The sensation you get when the One doesn't notice you. Mute.
Jan 2016 · 292
Dreamer
Lark Train Jan 2016
I am a dreamer.
I am a thought.
Industrious steamer,
I'm certainly not.
I care too much
For ideas and such.
For I am a dreamer.
I am a thought.
I like to think and dream.
Jan 2016 · 9.2k
Rampant Alcoholism
Lark Train Jan 2016
You were an alcoholic,
And I was just another bottle.

Maybe you won't break
The next bottle you drink from.

I doubt it, though.
You will drink and break until you wobble.

You are an alcoholic,
And I let myself forget it.
Each couplet is a 10 word poem.
Jan 2016 · 283
Fire
Lark Train Jan 2016
Fire is rising.
I, engulfed by flames of passion,
Succumb to tongues of fire
I was burned by a remorseless liar
And have since turned some what ashen,
It matters not. Fire is rising.
Jan 2016 · 328
Untitled
Lark Train Jan 2016
Flying by the seat of my pants.
Writing and typing a glorious dance.
Loving and living in lines on a page.
Happy and saddened and uncontrolled rage.

Writing with no message.
Breathing life where oughtn't be.
Just typing and writing by the seat of my pants.
Waltzing about without music to dance.
I wrote this just to prove I could use the term "seat of my pants" in a poem about poetry.
Jan 2016 · 333
Say more.
Lark Train Jan 2016
Six lines can say more than six pages.
But authors and poets have dissimilar wages.
Why?
Jan 2016 · 1.8k
Friends and Family
Lark Train Jan 2016
They who cheer your coronation
Are they who cheer your execution.
I think I'll call them friends.

They who weep for your wedding night
Will weep with news of this ungodly plight.
I know they are my family.
Family is forever.
Jan 2016 · 497
Immortality of the Soul
Lark Train Jan 2016
I've been hurt before by love
But fly off and away like a dove.
The sting goes away
With each passing day,
But when once I was young
And first learned love stung...
That pain is here to stay.
Jan 2016 · 981
Square One: Freshman
Lark Train Jan 2016
If I died tonight
Alone
Away
Without the one who stayed.
If I live tonight
Popular
Partying
I would never be the same.
I won't live
For another's sake.
Tonight's the night
My heart shall break.
Being homesick in your own house *****.
This is a follow-up to The End of Senior Year, a few weeks later, and from a different point of view.
Jan 2016 · 720
Do not be a Cat
Lark Train Jan 2016
Do not be a cat.
Cats get burned by cold stove lids.
After hot lids sting.
This was inspired by a quote from Mark Twain, the inspiration for many of my works.
Jan 2016 · 296
Dover
Lark Train Jan 2016
I live in the fantasy of my mind's devising
The universe of my newest rising.
Though fogbanks often cloud the view
Of the place I fell in love with you.
Jan 2016 · 258
Only when it's Over
Lark Train Jan 2016
I sat before an empty plain
My life laid out and bare,
Excepting all my misfortunes,
Hidden I know not where.

Looking back on these odd times
Which are gone so quick and deft,
My life was filled with happiness
Compared to what I've left.

My world was never going to end;
I still remain in Dover,
Though I know that this can never last;
I'll miss it when it's over.
Jan 2016 · 521
Being a Bridge
Lark Train Jan 2016
Being a bridge is a thankless job;
For no one really cares
That here I gave my life away
That they might lighten theirs.
Jan 2016 · 28.3k
Kiss me Goodnight
Lark Train Jan 2016
Kiss me goodnight at the end of our time.
I don't want to end with a beauty cryin'.
So kiss me goodnight as the world crashes down,
At least our days will have been capped with a crown.
Jan 2016 · 557
She
Lark Train Jan 2016
She
I was one, but then
You became mine.
When I and mine made we,
They crafted sweetest wine.
Us and we are you and me,
For now till burial time.
Jan 2016 · 328
Postponement
Lark Train Jan 2016
It's a wonderful night to die.
The sky is stark from the lights around,
And below my feet are traffic sounds,
Wherein I hear a stricken cry.

It is a wonderful dawn to die.
The sunrise gives my gray surrounds
A color like the shedding's of hounds.
But my cowardice cannot let me fly.

It is a wonderful day to die.
All about, feelings of love abound,
Excepting me. I am alone as if in the ground.
But I do not want to die.

It is a horrible dusk to die.
The sun sets slowly, beneath the hallowed ground.
Within my mind, I behold the eternal town.
Safe in bed, I sleep alone. It matters not to me tonight.
Jan 2016 · 426
Where We Once Loved
Lark Train Jan 2016
I see you everytime I close my eyes.
I blink, I sleep, I fall to your gaze.
As long as I live, for all of my days,
I am eternally haunted by your lies.

I think of the love we shared 'neath skies
Blue, with foxglove poison, sweet and poison haze.
But in my mind, your likeness stays,
Where once we loved... Now I despise.

I hate myself for loving you
Despise the words I gave us two
Because what was once cannot remain.

Now I cannot call us 'we'
Now it only can be called 'me'
Because what we had, you've slain.
Jan 2016 · 445
The End of Senior Year
Lark Train Jan 2016
College stole my sun away,
Ending my eternal day.
The summer I loved froze over
In my home of clouded Dover.

The airport was a frigid waste
And I clutched to mine with haste
The one whom I would hate to leave,
The one whom in my past deceived.

The twinkle in those eyes
Could shame the stars of our skies
For while I swoop in; steal a kiss,
I know it is me she'll truly miss.
Jan 2016 · 425
I love my Leather Bomber
Lark Train Jan 2016
Here its warming hold takes grip
Safety upon a sinking ship.
Here I feel its calming heat
As underneath, my life would sink.
Here it starts to drag me down,
Far into the azure underground,
For a life jacket cannot rise
Towing me towards the skies.
I sank beneath the ocean blue
My bomber pulled me to my doom.
Jan 2016 · 699
Broken
Lark Train Jan 2016
We loved: Juvenile
And lived: For a while
But I: Couldn't see
That you'd: Turned your back on me.

You left: I watched you go.
My life: Walked out the door
We grew: To new depths
My heart: Your greatest theft.

— The End —