Be.

Can’t you see

You should let me be?

Before I flee,

Just set me free.

Held captive by twines of the city,

All we needed was our minds at liberty.

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Electric.

Brilliance is not a spark of wonder.

It is a consistent and persistent current that

One day gets strong enough to cause a sunder.

Australia.

Flashing lights,

Trashy vibes.

Watch it you nay-sayers,

Imma’ a nay-slayer.

Guided by light,

I’ll take flight –

To where alleys are tight,

And to where it shines bright

Where exactly?

I’d fly down-under.

Why, don’t mind me?

I’m a neon light hunter.

Disregard.

Worn down facade,

Wall paint like feelings — they fade.

Her happiness,

He thwarted.

Her birthday,

He disregarded.

He wrote her a card,

But there was no cake.

He thought long and hard,

And said,

“It’s time to part —

A decision I’ve made.”

She’s scarred,

For 4 years less than a decade.

So dead in her heart,

But alive in her head.

Mere.

She only speaks

Of what she fears.

He only seeks

What he wants to hear.

Darkness forgets

Whatever held dear.

Perhaps when the sun rises

It’s when it all turns clear.

Leap.

Grabbed some gin,

And tobacco by tins.

Going for a spin,

After an awful din.

All I wanted was to win,

Gambling was my only sin.

Lost it all, not even a lint

Left for me, no hopes to pin.

I leapt – all I saw was blue and green,

“Drink like a fish,” says Jim Beam.

Forgetful I am, of yesterday’s dreams

I’m now just a fish without a fin.

Desperate and unable to swim,

Repaying my debt, my life cost a mint.

The last of my grin,

Now gone with the wind.

Fall.

Realised ’twas a bad call,

Following a bad fall.

Passion walked out the door,

We couldn’t do anything more.

Our love was bald,

There’s nothing else worth fighting for.

Love for Gold.

Toward atoll she will roll,

For a gold for the soul.
A requirement for bravery,

All she will touch be lined silvery.

The heart bleeds as it yawns,

For she will never settle for bronze.

Sold.

A life of one

Similar to the life of a gun,

Silence by a bun,

Silent and blunt.

Potential to be done,

Doing actually none.


A life of a duo,

Precious as gold,

You can’t wait to be told,

Gotta’ dare to be bold.

Someone to go to when you’re low,

Watch things unfold — you’ll be sold.

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