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CP Jun 2014
Wake up
Come on, we have a busy day
Come on, you'll waste your day away,
We can go faraway or to a cafe
We can play or do something cliche

Wake up
Get up
I know it's hard and the world feels like a dump
Make that small jump
I won't judge if you firstly trudge
Once you're up, have courage
Once you've gotten up things will be sunnier
Life could be funnier

Wake up
Come on, I want to help you smile
I know the world is hostile
But it will be worthwhile
I want to be the ketchup to your chip
Come on, let's go on a trip
If you get tired you can relax in my imagination
You'll still have my *full admiration


Slowly realising this affirmation
Is my own situation
That would be nice,
If I listened to my own advice

and woke up.
CP Jun 2014
I have a bath everyday
Washing off yesterday's decay
Washing my hair,
From today's despair
Shaving away,
My memory bouquet.

They say water has powers
I hope it empowers
Momentarily drowning
Counting
One
Two
Three
Maybe I could dissapear?
Quickly I reappear
Watch the soap grow,
Like my hope.

The waves soon become a tsunami
I seem to have an immunity,
Like new opportunity.
The water calms, unity returns
The water no longer burns.

My fingers are wrinkled
I must return to the real world
Leaving behind my dream world
with the pull of a plug and a whirl,
My amniotic birth has brought me back
and ready for tomorrow's attack.
I just really like my bubble baths
CP Jun 2014
The Big Bang
the way you slam the door
I just ignore
because I want more

The Big Bang
what you do to my heart
when we are apart
I'm under your spell
like a dart to a board

The Big Bang
when you drag your cigarette
stay for another hour or two
maybe we can listen to a cassette
Who knows whats next?
the universe and I are just as complex

The Big Bang
standby
the derby can still fall

The Big Bang*
is the reason I survive
but the reason I'm alive
is because you arrived
CP Jun 2014
Please take away these storms
I can't survive another thunderstom
Everyday I stand closer to the platform
I don't want to perform

Please take away these storms
I don't want to be behind a door
On the floor
I just can't cry out

Every time I shout
the thunder bangs throughout
You're all shutout

Please take away these storms
I can't survive them anymore
I want to go through each day screaming and exploring
Yet the thunder is outpouring
This is too crippling

Please take away these *storms
CP Jun 2014
I don't want to be perfect
What an incorrect prospect
I like my defect
At least I'm not an object

My eyes do not resemble suns
My words are more like guns
Aimed at your sons
I've only just begun

My hair is not soft and fine
You simply cannot define
Or enshrine
Standby and do not whine

My thoughts are not innocent and pure
Nothing is secure
But I am certainly not your saviour
My behaviour brings danger
I am not your entertainer

My hands are not are not flowers
I have different powers
Which devours and towers
Over your mouth as he cowers

Nature is not just beautiful
And neither am I
How dare you belittle it with unsuitable lies
Save your goodbyes
I am not your demise, that would be unwise
Do you not realise I have a disguise?

I am not  perfect
Yet you could never recreate and resurrect my imperfections
Save your affections
I need to find my own directions, away from your infectious reflections
CP Jun 2014
Vulnerability is scary
I guess that's why I'm always wary
In the palm of another's hand
I solemnly stand

Vulnerability is scary
Someone I know barely
They could *bury
me
In debris

I'm flesh and bones
Their words could be stones
The way you shake when you're crying
Or when you blink when you're lying
Because inside you know you're dying

When I tell you how I feel
I may begin to heal
This is so unreal-
Yet I still fear that you will squeal
What I tried so hard to conceal

Vulnerability is scary
I would like to say contrary,
I feel like a freed canary
How very wrong
I've made another prison
With bars made of vulnerability

My secrets have become a liability
For I foolishly trust
You will not run
When we are done

Vulnerability is so scary
CP May 2014
My mind has withered
My heart is tethered

Thorns replace memories
Crows replace canaries

As I grew up
I began to fear my future and my past
Monsters that I cannot see

My dark thoughts are vast
Like vines they wrap around my mind
Confined and entwined

My heart has broken
There is no key to set me free

This Garden of Eden rests and infests
My distress

For now I will repress
There memories

Till these vines digest
Whatever is left of *me
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