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485 · Jan 2016
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.
468 · Jan 2016
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.
430 · Jan 2016
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.
414 · May 2016
Twice
Lark Train May 2016
I met your little sister
On my walk home from school.
Told her I was a dancer
She thought that's pretty cool.
She wore your little jacket
From those days which we so loved
The slice of you returned to me
But, like with the whole, I stood idly.
Only you have slipped through my hands
Twice.
411 · Jan 2016
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.
402 · Jan 2016
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.
375 · Jun 2016
Hello Reader
Lark Train Jun 2016
Hello. I am words.
I have taken your voice, stolen your swords
But still you read onwards
Though be it for naught?
For I am just words. But you truly
Are not.
Nobody is two dimensional. You are someone important and brilliant in your own way. These words apply to everyone.
372 · Jun 2016
Hello, Friend.
Lark Train Jun 2016
Hello, friend.
I'm back again.
Alone again.
Undone again.

Hello, friend.
It's me again.
Do you see again
What you are to me again?

Hello, friend.
I'll just go again.
To the void again.
Without you again.

Goodbye, friend.
The word "again" looks really odd when you have a bunch of them together. I actually looked up the spelling twice as I wrote this.
372 · Jun 2016
Haiku 1
Lark Train Jun 2016
A dark star awake
The coal eye of my heavens
A pitch black morning
344 · May 2016
no one asked
Lark Train May 2016
To sit. In tears.
Alone.
The one who used to wipe my tears
Was there. With him.
With them.

But I.
Would spend.
Prom night. At home.

No one asked.
341 · May 2016
Tiles
Lark Train May 2016
3,454 and a half.
Hexagonal.
Tessellated.

2.
Heart-shaped.
An infinite rhythm.
324 · May 2016
Rome
Lark Train May 2016
To see you when the fires stop burning,
To see you when it is done.
The city we raised and razed together,
The world which won't stop turning.

Defeat is vicious to your mind
Intellect cannot stand
To see the paper cities burn,
To see your dreams and mine.

I sit here at my brother's stone
Beneath which he doth rest.
I fiddled upon our rooftops
While the Visigoths sacked Rome.
Ancient History
308 · Jan 2016
Say more.
Lark Train Jan 2016
Six lines can say more than six pages.
But authors and poets have dissimilar wages.
Why?
306 · Feb 2016
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.
306 · Jan 2016
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.
304 · Jan 2016
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.
296 · Jun 2016
That is all
Lark Train Jun 2016
A dream is eternal. Immortal. Infinite.
A life is not. That is all.
That is all.
294 · May 2016
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. :)
294 · Jun 2016
Don't
Lark Train Jun 2016
Don't tell me how to live my life
Don't tell me what to do
Don't tell me what you've learnt
For I shall learn it soon.
279 · Jun 2016
Darkness
Lark Train Jun 2016
Ah, the darkness.
The warm, calm darkness.
That satisfying darkness.
I am nothing here.
The world is nothing here.
Everything is darkness here.

The one I love is somewhere near.
The distances are nothing here.
There is only darkness here.
275 · Jan 2016
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.
274 · Jun 2016
A Day is an Eternity
Lark Train Jun 2016
7,150,000,000 people see
1 day in
7,150,000,000 ways.

That is how
1 day becomes
19,589,041 years.
Every day is longer than the overall lifespan of the human race. Yay! More not-poetry!
272 · Jan 2016
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.
264 · Jan 2016
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.
261 · May 2016
.
Lark Train May 2016
.
The windows, lo, are boarded, shuttered.
As is the heart, with final flutter
243 · Jan 2016
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.
207 · Feb 2016
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.

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