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Cíara McNamara Feb 2015
The waking world
Is my sleeping call
Falling under and lost in the daylight -
The night-dark is my kingdom

No dreaming like one in love
No calling on a boy
No dreaming of a curse
No more dreaming -
Cíara McNamara Feb 2015
I want to embed our names in the sand
So the crystal-sweet ocean can take them away


Lost at sea - Lost at heart
Cíara McNamara Feb 2015
Is it my fault that I'm alone?
Is it 'me' that's repelling?

What if this is not just a phase
A single pause throughout my life?
Perhaps I'll be alone
Tonight and every night -
Cíara McNamara Feb 2015
I've seen you colour me in and colour me out -
like a child curious with a new discovery.

I feel your gaze watching me as I half-sleep.
Your colorblind world may be black and white,
but darling I thrive for the darkness!
It hides the colours you could never see -
so colour me out,
and let me sleep in peace!
Cíara McNamara Feb 2015
When quotes hit you in the face like a brick
When dear ones ramble quotes-of-nothings
To fix my "current plight"
It makes me sick.

Do I look like I want your ill-thought quotes
That any fool with Google can condure?
I know I sound ungrateful -
Perhaps a weather beating and endurance has made me so
But really I just wish to be alone.

Locked inside the walls which are
My self made cage
Does not mean I am on self destruct
It means I want to be alone

Alone is healthy, I want to befriend my mind and my beaten feelings.
I want to base my happiness on me
But I can't do that while I'm badgered
By Tinseltown- quotes and an "antidote"
Known as a quick fix -

This isn't temporary, I've to live with me for life - there is no out of this sentence
So can't you let me love me
lost in a cage alone?
Cíara McNamara Feb 2015
Had I to paint a picture
I'd colour you in with my fingers
Using the lines as guides
Rather than instruction

I'd use the colours that we
Painted with our naked souls
Rather than the ones in the pallet.

Then I'd rip the image to shreds
Because a masterpiece is nothing to others
Than what it is is to its master.
Cíara McNamara Feb 2015
I lavish in the night time,
The darkness my comfort-blanket
That wraps around my body
Suffocating life
'Til I cannot see.

The night-dark
Is my eternal muse,
A dusty shadow of lost hope
That hides shadows within itself
Oh sweet night, I envy thee
You hide all the colours my eyes could never see -
My soul and thee intertwined for eternity.
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