Eleven and a half
To ever be eleven and a half is my one prayer,
For I feel it's an age with which few others do compare,
I'd laugh and play my days away without a single care,
I'd do what I willed even if it wasn't just or fair,
Although eternal youth seems like something we'll never see,
I tried to claim it as you can't say for sure what can't be,
I prayed so long and hard that the gods took note of my plea,
And somehow managed to get them to take pity on me,
When I finally realised I'd got what I'd asked for,
It took me some time to shake my crippling state of awe,
But youth's novelty soon wore off and it became a bore,
It proved best to grow old as I had been doing before,
So I looked to extreme means to escape life as a boy,
I took up smoking because of the health it would destroy,
And tried to gain worry lines by doing things that annoy,
Yet I'm still living this life that I don't really enjoy.
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Shadow
For so long we have been inseparable,
In the dark times as well as the joyful,
Now I'm tired and crave to be alone,
I just want to spend one day on my own,
Not to be followed wherever I go,
Have my head cleared of all of the sorrow,
Each one of these truths that I now admit,
Inspire me to put an end to it,
I swallow down all my apprehension,
Try my hardest to hide my intention,
Travel to a river and then drown him,
Then rejoice in the death of my victim,
I pray hard that the burden free life stays,
But he looms out of a shadowy haze,
He comes close to me and softly he says,
I shall be here forever and always,
Once enough strength to defeat him is found,
I drug and restrain him like a hell-hound,
Then take him off to be buried alive,
And I rejoice as he fails to survive,
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Home
I looked for a place I could call home in the United Kingdom,
I searched from Glasgow to Bristol but didn't accomplish my goal,
At first I was concerned that my failure would become a problem,
But then I managed to bring my anxieties under control,
I scoured for a place to call my own in the French empire,
I explored from Paris to Nice but my search sadly did not cease,
I thought that that which I wanted was not for me to acquire,
But with time I found that my optimism started to increase,
I hunted for a quaint place to live within Germany's frontier,
I roamed from Hamburg to Munich while unable to make a pick,
For a while I was miserable since my future was unclear,
But I was determined to find somewhere that wasn't prosaic,
I decided to claim some land and then make my own dominion,
With the hope of filling it with beauty which elsewhere can't be found,
All without ever having to ask for another's opinion,
However I had to give up as the troubles faced were abound.
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Thinking of you
I thought I could endure being without you,
However the longing your absence brought grew,
I see you where there is nothing to be seen,
But it's a haunting that I dearly value,
Contentment is that which in life I pursue,
What completes me there is nothing equal to,
Of all the pains to be endured our parting,
Is the worst that I could ever go through,
The first day parted I wished it was not true,
And on the second day the desire grew,
I long for the night to draw in in earnest,
As I find comfort in the dreams that ensue,
Have you ever felt entrapped by a virtue?
Have you ever wished for your fear to subdue?
Know that you could never be truly alone,
Know that I will always be thinking of you,
Everyday our uniting was overdue,
My fondness for your bewitching smile grew,
While on distant soils I am reminded,
Of your countenance by every serene view,
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Direction
There was a girl in misery,
Undecided what she should be,
She stalked a man with mastery,
Hoping to learn from what she'd see,
She made the choices he did make,
Hoping that she could claim his fate,
It turned out it was a mistake,
But she realised this too late,
She went in a new direction,
But got lost once she had begun,
Following an introspection,
She saw her aim could not be done,
So chose to follow a woman,
And copied her every movement,
But it proved to be a bad plan,
Which did not aid her contentment,
For guidance she turned to a book,
But didn't like how things were put,
And regretted taking a look,
Because her failure was afoot,
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Conflict
Some curious sight caused a feud,
Since it had no sense or value,
Sounds of chaos soon filled the air,
Signalling the start of despair,
Stomach turning sorrow arose,
Sicker than what sadists can boast,
Scars that would be seen clear by none,
Shaped due to the shameful things done,
Any worthy advantage gained,
Always emerged assured to fade,
Animus looked as though it'd stay,
And so spirits ailed every day,
Actions done while aiming to win,
Arose to be acutely dim,
Amounting to arrant ruin,
Agitating all men therein,
None foresaw the nigh end of days,
No one knew that nature did ache,
Nothing managed negating fate,
Native life gained new form and state,
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Mr. Y
There was once a boy who loved tales,
He took in all of the details,
And saw that lords often made claim,
Of the very much adored dame,
With this in mind he formed a plan,
By which to be a wealthy man,
He knew there were hardships to face,
But he craved a loving embrace,
Hoping for fame he went to war,
And made more contacts than before,
He drove on when he was forlorn,
True to the oath which he had sworn,
Once he moved to a rank above,
He found some girls looking for love,
But he chose not to get involved,
For with his plan he was resolved,
By some rather devious schemes,
He in the end fulfilled his dreams,
So he looked for a girl to wed,
Plenty were keen or so they said,
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Black and white
If you see things in black and white,
You should know that it is not right,
First check to see that it's not night,
Then begin to question your sight,
You may find that you're colour blind,
There's nothing else that comes to mind,
Lest the blight's of another kind,
Ask your doctor what he can find,
If it's lasting you should despair,
For you will find things hard to bear,
As you'll meet dangers everywhere,
While often resorting to prayer,
You may steal someone else's eyes,
But to me that is quite unwise,
If a doctor can't supervise,
To stop you ruining the prize.
Teach yourself that what you espy,
Does not mean what it may imply,
Don't believe what's in your mind's eye,
For there's a chance it is a lie,
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No spiders in the city
There was once a girl that had a scream,
Which was unbelievably extreme,
She caused many neighbours to blaspheme,
For when she'd see a spider she'd scream,
By chance she heard something a bird said,
It claimed that it had been underfed,
For it lived where spiders rarely tread,
The girl believed the words that were said,
She upped sticks and moved to the city,
Which left her neighbours far from teary,
Although she found urban life gritty,
She endured the days that were dreary,
For what she had heard proved to be true,
Which led to her screams being subdued,
But there were things that were not in view,
When she saw them she altered her mood,
She'd come to learn somethings were untrue,
Things such as hard work will see you through,
However if only but a few,
Certain childish beliefs turned out true,
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The Pianist
A young perplexing boy who found comfort in staying out of sight,
Had a behaviour that made him the target of cruelty and smite,
One day by chance he came upon a piano and came alight,
And quite soon gained respect since his music was able to excite,
Yet was not happy for he wanted to gain finesse overnight,
He would practice relentlessly, studying and playing hourly,
With time he gained the mastery, which he had lusted for dearly,
He would sleep his nights restlessly, without fail waking eagerly,
Since he was obsessed about playing his instrument flawlessly,
He came to be annoyed at how his playing was not always tight,
Maintaining the concentration required took all of his might,
He removed all his possessions in and around his line of sight,
Still it was not enough and so he removed everything outright,
Yet was not happy as his playing still had a margin of blight,
He removed light and played blindly, as a result played perfectly,
In time he eventually lost his grip on reality,
Numerous birds curiously came and formed an assembly,
One bird liked the music dearly and called on the king frequently,
The bird sang a melody, which the king found to be a delight,
The king complemented the bird and came to learn of its ghostwrite.
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