Poetry

I haven't posted in a while because I've been trying to get my life organised before I start my new job, spring cleaning, new wardrobe, new hair cut, etc.

While cleaning out my cupboard I came across a book I used to write poetry in when I was younger and more angsty, and thought I would post some seeing as I haven't been feeling particularly inspired or creative lately.
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He pushes past, you watch him leave
Follow the curls with your eyes.
He's out of reach, untouchable,
His trust secured by lies.

The flesh that taunts,
That irresistible thrust
innocent and pure,
Can't help but sink into a frenzy of lust.

It's dark; you wait,
Push back the leaves and sigh.
Corruption of the curls
Say your good bye,
He died because he passed you by.

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I know it's up to me
I'm the only one with my future
But it's my choice to sink or swim
So if I should choose the safe path and
Fall into the chasm forever
Don't disturb my peace
For although my heart has been broken
And cried to a dark, deathly black
I do still have control of my mind; I am sane
I know when a life is worth living
A leaf is more worthy of life's blessing
Than me with my troubled ways
I cry myself through the wearisome days
Believe me when I say I know what I'm doing
And don't disturb my peace.

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They cry
They watch you fall
You're too far gone to notice
Or hear them call.

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To love is to lie to ourselves
The fallen will never rise
Forever lost in the past
Let our vision remain unclouded.

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In other news, this cooler weather makes me want to go walking through a rainforest. I always used to do that to mark a change in my life: end of a relationship, a new relationship, finishing university... It's almost like a spiritual ritual and I love that it is so peaceful and quiet and still so I can really think about my life, choices, decisions, and the future.