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Literature
Again.
I no longer look through innocent eyes,
It gets harder to tell the truth from the lies.
I've felt love that blends with pain,
But I know I'll do it all again.
I've been reckless, I've been blind,
Too often seem to lose my mind,
What once was beauty, now is shame,
And I know I'll do it all again.
Now it seems again i find
One who's gentle, one who's kind.
I only have myself to blame,
I'm going to do it all again.
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Literature
Untitled.
You sit me down and ask me
"What's your story?"
I want to tell you,
But I don't know how.
I really want to tell you,
But where would I begin?
Oh how could I begin?
You look at me through those eyes,
And I wonder if you realise,
That your hands upon the piano keys
Have the power to bring me to my knees.
You complement me,
Every day.
It's you who told me
What other people say (about us).
Can't quite decide
What that means to me,
Unless you let me know
If you agree.
Meanwhile I still have things to hide,
Trying to keep it all inside,
But in the music that I play
Is everything I want to say.
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Literature
Fourteen
I'm much too old for this,
I should be too smart for this,
Being fourteen once,
Was quite enough for me.
But here I am again,
Changing my plans again,
Though something tells me
This can only end badly.
I don't want to
Follow you 'round
Like a dog.
Toss and turn while you
Sleep like a log.
Are we simply blind?
Are we trying to hide?
Or is that just
Wishful thinking?
What's inside your head,
When you smile at me?
Do I sicken you,
Like I sicken me?
Do you think I'm cute?
Kind of endearing?
Is there something more
That you're feeling?
Am I going crazy,
Am I losing my mind?
Am I losing my dignity
And wasting my time?
Do you know?
Do you see?
I don't want to
Follow you 'round
Like a dog.
Toss and turn while you
Sleep like a log.
Are we simply blind?
Are we trying to hide?
Or is that just
Wishful thinking?
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Literature
Stop the Clocks
Look into my eyes
And touch my face,
Here where we lie,
In this heavenly place,
Where all I see is you.
I taste your mouth
Upon my lips,
And on my skin,
Feel your fingertips.
And wish i could freeze time.
If only we could
Stop the clocks,
Set them to rewind.
If the
World stopped turning
Then I wouldn't mind at all,
Because that way,
I could just stay here with you.
Sun creeps through the blinds
And warms your skin,
Lying on my side,
I breathe you in,
Trying to freeze time.
If only we could
Stop the clocks,
Set them to rewind.
If the
World stopped turning
Then I wouldn't mind at all,
Because that way,
I could just stay here with you.
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Literature
You
The second hand has not stopped moving.
But all that here exists
Are your words,
Your sincerity,
And you.
The Earth has not stopped spinning.
But all that here exists
Are your hands,
Your warmth,
And you.
Our lives are changing.
But all that here exists
Are your breath,
Your touch,
And you.
The soft curve of your body as you lie on your side to look upon me.
The feel of your hair between my fingers, and the sensation of your own in mine.
The taste of your mouth, from whence the only three necessary words came.
These are all that here exist,
With you.
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Literature
Home
I'd been in my hometown for hours, even in my own house, but it wasn't until that moment, standing on your doorstep, that I felt like I was coming home.
Not until the front door opened, and I walked down the hallway I had grown to love, towards your room, where I found you.
Not until we refreshed our memories with all five senses.
My arrival is marked in words, in touch.  In the way your face looks, dappled by the sunlight leaking in through the blinds. In the way I can feel your heart beating in my chest as though it were my own.
And here, beyond the need for words, I lie beside you.
And I am home.
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Literature
Walnuts
'Guess who's here to see you!'
'Who?'
'John!'
'Do I know a John?'
'May, you're married to one!'
'Am I?'
John followed the nurse through the doorway of Room 26, and noticed that May was in her usual chair, looking out the window with her back to him.
'Is it alright if I leave you?'
John nodded and the nurse left.
'May?'
She turned around, but said nothing.
'I brought you walnuts, May. A whole box.'
'I've never tried a walnut.'
'They're your favourite, May.'
'Are they?'
He put the box on the bedside table and sighed. He could still remember the day they met, seventy years ago. He remembered bringing her walnuts and a single rose, every year on their anniversary.
But she didn't remember.
She'd always loved walnuts, much more than chocolates. She'd always been unusual, his May, and that's part of why he loved her.
She didn't remember. But, because he loved her, he would keep trying until she did.
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Literature
Godiva
You say 'the night is lovely,
But nowhere near as lovely
As you'.
We smile as we remember
That first kiss
Under the full August moon.
You run your fingers through my hair
And say 'Lady Godiva,
I'm really falling for you.'
The winter nights are cold,
But I'm warm enough,
As long as you are near.
You drop your head
To meet my lips,
And suddenly the whole world disappears.
You run your fingers through my hair
And say 'Lady Godiva,
I'm really falling for you.'
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Literature
Remembering the Future
I saw us together, today,
Projected onto the big screen
For about five seconds.
We look happy,
Amd I'm throwing breif, adoring glances
At you, between smiles at the camera.
Even now, with this visual evidence,
It seems more like a dream than a memory.
Hazy fragments of a distant past
That also feels like yesterday.
In reality, it was long enough ago
That I've long since ceased to
Excpect that at any moment,
On any day,
You'd appear at my door,
Or call,
And say you'd changed your mind.
(Again.)
I cannot regret a thing
That I shared with you,
But I can't honestly say
That I miss you.
It's just the idea of you,
Still being here,
And having been here all this time,
Does, admittedly, seem appealing,
And I can't help but wonder
If all the trials and tribulations
of the weeks that have turned to months
Since you made your decision,
Would have been easier
If I still had you.
Though now,
It's only the idea,
The dream-future of you,
That I want to seek refuge in now.
When the you that exists,
In
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Literature
The Girl in Green
You watched her dancing there,
Swaying like a bough,
Her fingers through your hair,
And then you wanted her somehow.
You touched her ivory skin,
So delicate and clean
And let her breathe you in;
The girl in green.
But you weren't content to be,
Though you thought you wanted to,
Because you didn't see
She would have clipped her wings for you.
You thought about your friends
Who didn't know her name,
And found that in the end
You didn't feel the same.
She needed you to care
But it wasn't meant to be,
Because you wouldn't dare
Love the girl in green.
And so you set her free,
Just like the others do,
Because you didn't see
She would have clipped her wings for you.
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Literature
Fairbridge Song
My friend, he didn't recommend I look in the mirror,
But he was the one who had blue-tack in his hair.
Later on he said to me that
Somehow spontenaity
Would dissappear between the atoms of the air.
And he said
'Anyone want a cracker?
Because I don't think I can eat them any more.'
He said he paid good money for his dinner,
Though it mostly wound up on the floor.
My friend, who's name isn't George,
Kept us all entertained while
Hanging out beside the portaloos.
And when we had a run-in with a
Woman that some of us knew,
He wondered why he didn't know her too.
So he said
'Don't you remember me, Judy?
You taught me violin when I was four!'
At first she believed him, truly,
And we laughed til we couldn't any more.
My friend, he walked around
Barefoot until
His feet turned a dark shade of brown.
We'd mix up Chai Tea with Thai Chi
And decide to
Relax to a yodelling clown.
'Ah, Meatloaf!' we'd say in a silence,
'Semalina' we'd breathe in a sigh.
And we never resorted to violence,
Even when th
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Literature
Lullaby
You call me at midnight
Because the pain keeps you awake.
You ask me when you will be free,
How long it will take.
You tell me your heart has been
Broken and you feel like dying.
If I could be with you,
I'd keep you warm where you're lying.
Lullaby,
Lullaby.
Just close your eyes and
You'll feel alright in the morning.
Lullaby,
Lullaby.
It feels like the end of the world
But a new day is dawning.
It's your voice, not the line, that
Breaks, as you start to cry.
I'll hold you safe in my arms
And sing you a lullaby.
Lullaby,
Lullaby.
Just close your eyes and
You'll feel alright in the morning.
Lullaby,
Lullaby.
It feels like the end of the world
But a new day is dawning.
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Literature
Mud and Dust
The last time I saw you
Was when we went our separate ways.
I'm not really sure how I feel
About seeing you here today.
As I hear you
Singing I wonder if
You still remember the
Last time you sang with me.
There's dust in your hair and
Patches of mud on your jeans.
You've done all you can to forget me,
Or that's how it seems.
As I watch you
Dancing I wonder if
You still remember the
Last time you danced with me.
As I watch you leaving I
Wonder if you still
Remember the last time you
Left me.
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Literature
Little Thing
I find myself stretching to pass my form over the counter, and stuttering my name and what I'm here for.
The woman at the counter gives me a sympathetic smile, signs me away, and tells me to take a seat.
'It shouldn't take long, for a little thing like you.'
There's a cooking program on the television in the waiting room.
I'm by far the youngest person here. People on either side of me glance at me, with expressions of both understanding and pity.
It isn't long before they call me.
' Put on one of those gowns and come through when you're ready.
I'll never be ready, but I'm ready for this to be over.
The gown is made for someone much larger than me.
It swims on me, and I realise how small and vulnerable I look.
I'm just a little thing.
Why me?
The sonographer talks softly, with the same sympathetic smile that they all wear, in this place.
She has sad eyes.
She too coments that I am such a Little thing.</b>
Like they all do.
It doesn't take long.
All there is to do now
I
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Literature
In the Arms of the Wind
Sun shines through the trees,
Rain falls from the leaves,
The fly on the wall fails to see
The spider hanging from the eaves.
Voices, out in the hall,
Shadows march across the wall,
Rainbows from the prism fall,
And none of this makes sense at all.
Climb out the window
And come out into the light.
Dance to the beat of a
Thousand moonlit nights.
Lift up your voice and
Let the world hear you sing.
We'll fly on a daydream,
Safe in the arms of the wind.
Walk, over pieces of shattered glass,
To watch time go by, as you lie in the grass.
Live every day, as if it's your last,
And feel every moment before it slips into the past.
Climb out the window
And come out into the light.
Dance to the beat of a
Thousand moonlit nights.
Lift up your voice and
Let the world hear you sing.
We'll fly on a daydream,
Safe in the arms of the wind.
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There is a certain type of fruit
That beats them all the much.
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Is indeed the only one,
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The Little One
Australia
Current Residence: WA
Favourite genre of music: It really depends on my mood!
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...But I'm going to try and come back to this.
Life has changed a lot, and I've missed writing about a lot of things that were probably deserving of being written about.
But just recently I've been inspired to get into it again, and have whipped up three new pieces just in the last week.

Let me know what you think :)

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Thanks for the fav on Violin-1!

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