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BKS Aug 2011
I began typing just now but the words stopped coming.
My writing disappeared, yet when I got my mind back it was over.
Submissions displayed like a screen as white and clean as my mind,
While words spilled freely to my companions, secretly my fingers bleed a distant freedom from you.
You are the innocent abuser which I have pressed to love forever yet continuously mutilated my sanctum until unrecognisable.
Not one will distinguish my former self over who I've become, without the gentle mindless soul which glowed from before.
My words and heart have been strangled while the words I write and write blossom poisons into my blood.
My writing and feeling are the disease you so cruelly infected me with, forcing thoughts of nothing less than pain towards me by you.
I had never thought of pain before you, when we had been so young and timeless.
You have cut me deeper than any sharp edge could.
I've now bled the weeping stories from my bones and felt the small stinging pains from what I wished were just paper cuts.
Yet every time I dance this dance, the paint I leave creates a story about you.
A story about my lover.
A story of betrayal and emptiness and the loss of time and space.
The clock seems to keep moving forever but I cannot be dragged from our empty well.
It must be refilled wether it be wine or the toxic rain, I'll stay in our pit of dark mistakes until I feel the wet drop on my back.
The kind that shows forgiveness.
I'll never leave this place,
Because I know you'll never come back.
I know you think I'm putrid and horrifying now, as well as placing for my death in whispers I'm not supposed to hear.
But there is no reason to sever a strand of hope.
Especially when it is the only thing tying you to the ground.
BKS Sep 2010
This week in my Geometry we learned
                                 that a part + part = whole
But I already knew that (Me + You = Perfection)
We're a mathamatical fantasy,
Why can't you solve it?
                                 My calculations couldnt be wrong.
Mx + b = Why
                                 You(x) + Me = Why not
Whats the missing number?
                                 My formula is incomplete.

Can you give me the coordinants?
                                 0(degrees)o'0"
Mine are Empty(degrees) Without' you"
Come find me.
(c) Bryn Summers
(c) flippup.deviantart.com
BKS Sep 2010
Sometimes I dream
of the world in black and white
with a gray sun
on a blank white sheet beaming down at us.
(C) Bryn Summers
BKS Sep 2010
Innocence
Isn't something
A girl like me can ever have again.

Boys*
Are something
You *don't tell your mom
about.
(C) Bryn Summers
BKS Aug 2010
Warning:
Do not fall in love with me
because undoubtedly
I won't return the favor.
I've found my hope
my love, as well as my soul,
and it's just not around to answer the door for you.
No, don't be mistaken: I care for you too,
but I just cant shake the feeling that he'll turn back around.

Warning:**
Do not speak of him with me
because undoubtedly
My mind will begin to tremor.
I can't seem to cope
that he's gone in the cold
and im left all alone waiting for a cue.
Yes I care for you too,
but can't let go that he'll hear my weeping sound.
(c) Bryn K. Summers
(c) flippup.deviantart.com
BKS Aug 2010
Look at me now
I can hold my hands high for you to see that I have surrendered
And I will not fight back anymore, and I will not scream anymore
I just stay here limp and i will not think

I will not think of you and how you loved me
And of how you promised me and of how you held me

look at me now
I can walk in a straight line on the sand of a warm beach
And I will not forget us here, and I will not die here
I will walk on dazed and I will not love

I will not remember others and how they loved me
And of how they promised me and of how they held me

I said look at me now
I can wave these useless limbs high for you to see that I still exist
And I will not be used by you anymore and i will not submit anymore
I will claim myself and walk away

I will not remember the sins and how they pervade me
And of how they ripped at me and ***** me

Look at me now
I remember only the good times and what i live for
And what I love for and what I yearn for
(c) Bryn K. Summers
BKS Aug 2010
She is beautiful as she tumbles into my house
her glossy toned lips purse on my cheek
and leave the pink shimmer behind
she slips off her broken converse and shows her soft bare feet
her small toes are a soft pink shade
she slips her small lotioned hand into mine and softly tugs me forward
her pale blonde hair rests lightly on her exposed pale shoulders
it falls off into a straight line down her neck and back
her flawless skin shines in the light from the window
her skin is warm to the touch
she whispers almost, her voice so quiet and smooth in the air
come here she urges me and i follow her
her voice barely reaches me yet echoes through all my mind
she whispers strongly now and with so much purpose
her hand takes mine to press against her cheek I love you
her coo makes me melt into her
she slips my hand down her neck to her chest
her heart flutters under my palm yours she explains
she smiles at my intake of breath and I see her eyes threw brown lashes
the blue brings a sudden calmness to my mind and chest
she moves my hand again though I miss her hearts warmth
we travel downward and she tucks the tips of my fingers in the band of her shorts
yours she explains again and our faces are both in pink heat
her back arches inwards as I touch the small of it and we embrace
her plush lips meet mine in heat and her warmth bounds through me
(c) Bryn K. Summers
(c) Flippup.deviantart.com
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