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Olivia Kent Dec 2016
There's a hole in my roof, I know not what to do.
My lamplight is fading, I've worn out my shoes.
Life's at a junction, a crossroads maybe.
From myself,
I must let go,
someone must help save me,
Time to be set free.
Dark alleyways and corners all dragging me in,
First sleep is chasing me and I can't give in.
My pretty eyes shut.
I start the night's battle,
As soon they shut, my how the brain rattles.
I'm stuck on a fence at the top of the world.
Each day another ****** nightmare unfurls.
Like a pennant carried by a chap on an apocalypse horse.
On a course out to fail.
In a yacht with no sail.
Drifting off course and nothing could be worse
I'm alive and I'm well, but this is sheer hell.
In need of support, but feel like it's sport.
I am a fox, please find me a hole!
(C) LIVVI
Olivia Kent Dec 2016
Healthy pond lives wild
thriving bumblebees living stung
silently dying
(c) LIVVI
Olivia Kent Dec 2016
Flying reindeer slays
birds crash into holly bush
red man bearing gifts.
(C) LIVVI
Olivia Kent Dec 2016
Seaweed dressing up
rocks styled classy tide drifting
memories of beach.
(C) LIVVI
Olivia Kent Dec 2016
He would've jumped through hoops for her.
And Friday's come around again.
Loved her ever always, has no clue he hath her squashed.
She once was that blessed kiss on his lips, that tug on his wrist, the pull on his hips.
Now they're just ships that pass in the night.
Initial emotions
Locked out of sight.
He was the breeze in her hair.
So unfair, that he shattered her dreams,
All left behind, in the drama of a broken mirror , after all they hath no care, mirrors care not for what they view.
Not you or him nor him or you.
And the band plays on in ignorance.
Still the people dance.
All so unfair.
(c) LIVVI
Olivia Kent Dec 2016
I'm in love with romance.
Put your arms around my waist and darling lets dance.
Let's whirl as swans
Cob and pen,
Elegant.
Eye contact.
Spontaneously.
Silken touch
Supportive crutch.
Let our lips tickle and ripple.
Fight against the bitterness of the cold outside.
Sunday morning sky, a shade of ochre above the frost, the frost that's charged with many slips.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Dec 2016
Water boatman, frozen pond.
Crystal letters,
Magic wand.
(c)LIVVI
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