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adrian-rae-brown
adrian-rae-brown
I'm a little naive, but I like to learn that way.
I've been searching for the longest time for a place to begin... the life in which I should call mine, inspired by a hazy ora. I find myself just jumping the gun just looking to be done with this search...oh when is it over? To find independence and stability... to find not the needle ,but a certain piece of hay within the hay stack. The search to begin has happened over and over, every time I think I've found it... there I go pushed back to start, forced to start over. Except I am not a piece of plastic within a board game more like a hamster running on a wheel,but for what gain? Once again finding a place to begin again... a new set of friends inside of a new city... I think to myself " LOL the fun never ends." I set myself up, pretending to be cautiously sober from the depression that trapped me inside of such a hellish roller coaster. As I begin to find a place to begin again, here they come my father's words...shit.. "Just dig yourself out of the whole, that you've dug." **** I wasn't supposed to remember that part! ...Not in my place to begin again. I'll just have to retrace my steps...let's go back to the start "I once was a girl with depression, but I decided to get over it through repression, and here we are today, not to remember your father's words of blame...don't remember that, it's not important." (Rant over) A voice says: Hi, welcome back Adrian this is your place to begin again and if not... Well it's about time depression left you dead.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
A place to begin...again.
You are a rose and I am a simple leaf People adore you while I watch from the trees You handle yourself with dignity and pride While I'm easily swept by the wind's blowing tide You are a rose the most confident of them all And I am a leaf that can easily fall You have this beauty that radiates love That beauty you have I could sense from above You are a rose that can only stay in the grass And I am a leaf that wishes to be with you at last But you are a rose and I am a simple leaf People will adore you, while I can only watch from the trees
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
You are a rose and I am a simple leaf
Die it black, DIE it black, DIE IT BLACK they say... Because if you die it white the blood WILL stain Besides it's not that inhumane, they're disposable anyway. Like a black trash bag consumed with garbage One purpose, one dark excuse to attack. They're murderers, thugs and robbers and if we just disregard them they'll never stop in their tracks. So in order to maintain #AllLivesMatter we'll destroy each and everyone of these hoodlums until this violently painted black comm(UNITY) shatters. And as each broken piece falls to the ground we'll fall to our knees in awe of the gleaming white crown So dust it off and D.I.E. THEM BLACK for everything that you thought you stood for is falling though the cracks. For this one toned American hell hole can't get any worse if we D.I.E it BLACK ...and put humanity first.
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
D.I.E it BLACK
For what it's worth we all take life for granted. But if it weren't for the loss of the loved ones we never would have said it. As I puff on my last cigarette your soul gets tangled in the smoke. Up up and away... you float. I'm dying just to make it while you **** yourself to save him. Like a plague my addiction all over me I can still see it in my head, your unspoken tragedy. Tossing your body into the mechanical concrete ocean. My mind takes a turn for the worst an internal explosion. Like his exploding engine my cherry ignites. Red hot and slow to stop. As I take a hit you find your release, staying here in this moment finding our piece. He was your only peace. Unlike my time ticking cigarette **** You'll find him living in eternal love. And from this day forward you'll still catch me, sending my love from my cigarette **** to the heavens up above.
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
Semitrucks and cigarette butts
Between these sheets is pure skin and bones All that's left of we My chest is aching for your touch So willingly But what is love if it can 't be set free? Is it just "meant to be" ? The casualty of this great loss will never let me be. I run and run on a continuous treadmill in fear of what will become of me. The loveless love that you have provided leaves me both infested and divided. You leave your mark, plant your seed only to watch me bleed and deplete. Now I guess you can leave, just walk away. The mission is now complete. This casualty is one for the ages, one for the books, so please take note and beware of his capturing hook.
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
Casualties
I am... I am me drifting in an open, deep blue sea. Do you see who I am? Can you feel who I'll be? The crowd in my head tells me I'll find the true me. Lost, I am ...I am lost and gone with the wind. Infuriating misdirection while I get lost in my groggy reflection. I am indeed me. Who is me? And where will this journey lead? A head full of questions and a bleeding heart within me, I search for ME. Those who know me blow me away. My soul gone with the wind, while my body remains on stage. Steady for the world to see. Bright lights shining over all of this pity exposed except unto me. But to the audience I am me. Though I must ask... Who is me?
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
I am...
I've been writing all of this poetry my mind is overflowing. While my body is imploding with an electric feel it can't help but showing. It takes me to a place in which I cannot control who I was and who I am underneath such an everlasting soul. But what I don't explain and what you cannot see is the way it breathes in and out of the margin lines for you, from me. Every word has a meaning, every lyric has a tune this is the life I've been living solely for you. I've been writing papers, I've been taking exams just to show you how great I am. And while this life I live is appealing to you, I find myself in a dark corner seeking the truest truth. The truth in which I cannot explain is the same one that you put to shame. I live this truth everyday but only in a dream is where it stays. This is why I suffer, THIS is why I cry... I'll never be good enough under my father's microscope eye.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
Microscope Eye