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4d Brooke

Birdie

The world didn’t end,
When I was fifteen.
I woke the next day,
As I’d always been.
I didn’t quit life,
When I was twenty five.
I put them all first,
Now I’m here, still alive.
Though it may sound like
A strange thing to say.
I can’t imagine me leaving
In any other way.
I still feel it so
Deeply inside.
That by my own hand,
Is the way I will die.

Sep 16 Brooke

𝕊𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪, 𝕐𝕠𝕦

Sep 16 Brooke

DRK POET

𝕊𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪, 𝕐𝕠𝕦

𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔,
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪.
𝕎𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤,
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝔾𝕠𝕕, 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥?

𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤,
𝕆𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕤,
𝕆𝕗 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝
𝔸𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕.

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟—
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟—
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕,
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕.

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥—𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘—
𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟,
𝕊𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕠 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖,
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨
ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕—𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕,
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥,
𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞.
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕖,
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘,
𝕄𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥.

ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕪,
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙
𝕋𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕—
𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝.

𝕐𝕠𝕦, 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖—𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖, 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖.
𝕄𝕖, 𝕣𝕖𝕕—𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕀 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜.
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕨𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪 𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕦𝕤𝕜— 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕗, 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟.

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥,
𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕—
𝕊𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪,
𝕐𝕠𝕦.

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Sep 11 Brooke

A Poem

Sep 11 Brooke

Amina

A Poem

Ink marks on a field of white
"What am I supposed to write?"
It's not the mark, but what comes through
A tear from one, a laugh from two

As pain is formed into something new.

Sep 11 Brooke

Butch(er)

Sep 11 Brooke

RH

Butch(er)

Girls are pretty.
Cigarettes are pretty.
Guts are pretty too.

I don’t think they are pretty in the same way.

Girls are beautiful.
Cigarettes are soothing.
Guts are visceral.

All of them are pretty,
Just like me.

Wrote half of this yesterday and half today, so it might not be as coherent as I'd like it to be. Enjoy! -RH

#guts #lesbian #smoking #smoker #simple

Sep 11 Brooke

Caged

Sep 11 Brooke

Poet B

Caged

My dreams are my minds release,
nightmares are my cage,
I am usually locked up.

Sep 4 Brooke

Goodbye

Sep 4 Brooke

Ali

Goodbye

I kissed your tears,
while you dreamed of saying goodbye.

I tasted the salt of sorrow on your cheeks,
but still, you smelled like goodbye.

I held you with all my strength,
yet your heart leaned on goodbye.

I willed my trembling blood-soaked eyelids,
just to catch your fleeing smile hoping I'm wrong—
and still, your eyes on mine from afar, blinked goodbye.

Sep 4 Brooke

My Dark Room

Sep 4 Brooke

Shambhavi Sahay

My Dark Room

A white light slipped into my dark room.
I felt its presence,
warm, inviting.

I moved closer,
but it was only a reflection
in a mirror of passing metal.

Was the light even there?
or it was just an illusion?

Is everything an illusion now??

#falsehopes #falsepromises #illusions

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