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ABriscoe-7
18/M/Australia
Whatever it was That my breaths came from, You've change it. You'll break it. You'll make it again, And I don't know What's beating so fast In my deepest parts Since you've stolen my heart.
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Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 9:15 AM UTC
Breathing
They played a love song in the car The wife looked to her husband The husband glanced back, before looking out far To the road ahead. My friend, A world from her husband Probably sat thinking of that distance. They played a love song And I thought of no one Because I had no one to think of As I have for so long.
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Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC
They Played A Love Song
With blood and love in his veins, With power for the helpless and the hopeless, The vain hero saves the same lives as the selfless. Yet at a dinner these women Sense something in his smell As though he went off On one of his adventures Like milk left alone too long.
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Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
El Bombero
My eyes are pressed wet against their lids Like beans in the pantry And like a pantry, I'm ready for sleep.
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Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 5:55 PM UTC
So Tired
My friend says he loves performance, But my favourite part of a dance Is forgetting everyone else in the room. Remembering Just me, my mess of a body and the tune.
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC
Performance
I have nothing to lose really, But I don't want to be Turned away again And it's part of my problem With nothing to lose I have nothing to offer. So why bother?
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
Why Bother?
I'm always happy staring at trees. Conversations feel violent and unimportant When no one agrees On pety little bits and rants. Poems can grow dull And music can almost hurt After long enough. But trees simply lull me to a pleasure I can't replace, To a better place Right where I am Beside my friends The tree and his leaves.
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 9:38 AM UTC
Staring at Trees
"Shut up!" I cried, as we children raced up And down the hallway. He never gave up. He never let me win. It wasn't fair. Broken, indoor winds streaming through our hair. We raced and raced and raced. Trails in the floor Leveled by our vehement feet. Those closed doors Where our mother's colleagues blocked out the noise, Shutting out relentless cries from a boy That would in distant days grow to be me. I have an image of the place I see As I close my eyes. A faded, dimmed reprise. These old memories remind me of now As now reminded of them As yesteryears remind me of yesterday And things I chose to say. I recently called someone my family And now I wonder if I have made the word cheap. I don't have these memories Not with my new company.
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC
New Family
I have my acne medication With chocolate milk For balance like Budhism. I have a niche, I go to an Adventist church to practise my Spanish. But I'm not Christian. I'm interest in Arabic and Turkish So I might become a temporary Muslim. Unfortunately however, All these religions have the same ending With me dead and anywhere but Heaven.
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 10:26 AM UTC
Grey Religion
Opinions splatter across my mind Like graffiti on a sign That gets harder and harder to conceive But all the more interesting to see.
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 9:31 AM UTC
The Mess of an Opened Mind