The ageing of the pendulum

Firstly, I have no idea whatsoever as to which section this poem belongs in. Now, as for the poem... I have the full meaning at the bottom, stanza by stanza. This poem is basically about my life, and all I feel right now, because everyone needs to unwind and it's really getting in the way of my writing. That, and it's also and insight into my personality. I've always believed it's easier to understand a poem if you know the writer's personality.
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Coffee girl who cried one night
for a lifetime's worth of oceans
the world will never right itself
for it is riddled with unbalance.

Follow the shooting star into the sun
and yield yourself to nuclear beams
used to hold up a blanket of black balloons
which we call a midnight sky.

So grow some wings, fly to the moon
where summer is like a Sahara night
as empty and lifeless as my lovesick eyes
with which I kissed you goodbye.

Reminders of the sweet Nirvana darling
who broke a heart unknowing
that his eyes to her would still be summer
skies without the clouds.

It's 1990-something, I forget the year
where seamless lips of lipstick scarves
fluttered freely in the chilly breeze
for the inner child is long since dead.

Wheels, walls and windowsills
of a sixteen storey building
kept in place by paper dolls
full of stories all about me.

The oceans dried and the lover died
to be eternal and forever
shrouded in the shadows
of my heartless heart of hearts.

Adolescent against the universe
like a garden of roses
and poison ivy submerged in crystal
champagne we call angst.

All in all his thoughtful pose
is mesmerising for I choose
to lose myself to all his grace
and eyes made up of crystal coal.

I have lost my lips and my heart
though not yet lost my soul
so hurry, give me pen and paper
for I will write you inspiration.

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This is about me, and the fact that, no, I'm not emotionless (insert gasps of disbelief here). Also, yes, I do cry.

It's a day to day thing. Nuclear beams and black balloons. Use your imagination.

It's about feeling cold. And being lovesick. But mostly about being cold.

Nathan. Yeah, that should about describe it.

I was born in 1989, which means the best part of my life was the 90's.

My life story. It's sixteen storeys because I'm sixteen years old.

My friend, who died. The whole contradiction of heartless but in love was something I have always wanted to play with.

This basically says it all. Teen angst is bittersweet, elegant yet crass.

Vachira. Just cause he has pretty, inspirational eyes. ^^

My life's dream is to be a macabre novelist and poet.