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Bragi Jun 2018
A few minuets ago,
Moments ago,
Seconds became slow
And I saw a ghost.

Ahead in the dark,
Stood under street lamps,
She jarred my imagination
To an interrogation of path banks.

I knew she wasn’t real,
I had placed her there;
A smile concealed, revealed
Beneath her golden hair.

Walking towards me,

knowing, foreboding,
A grin of sweetest glee,
She starts m’heart choking.

Reaching out to hold
Like we used to
The mist, is’t carless cold
As she passes through?

Features,
faces,
all fall from existence;
I look around, shameless,
I saw her at a distance.

Now gone,
A ghost;
Alive, I’m undone;
My love the host.
Bragi Jun 2018
Wondering here like a dream;
  The moon to my left,
    Sat here on my balcony.

                          A soft breeze brushes my hair;
                        Calm as a kiss,
                      My mind drifts in the air.

      A cars headlights glide over the horizon;
        The darkness finds comfort
          Till it hits lights at London;

                                  Red sparkles glisten and glimmer;
                                Shivering remnants of life
                              In an empty place for sinners.

                The opposite shine up above;
                  Stars in darkness,
                    Thinking love not enough.

                                          The only way to come back down to earth
                                         Is by looking up at night
                                       To be lost in a universe.
  Jun 2018 Bragi
Eve
I will forever remember
Those beautiful deep brown eyes
That you thought were so plain.
But darling, you could not see:
how could you possibly see?
The way they shined in the sun
breathtaking hues of mahogany
Melting into golden rays
Circling an eclipse
your “plain brown eyes”
truly aren’t plain at all
they are a stunning mixture
of every color known to man
The most beautiful sunset on earth.
Your eyes are the most vivid memory I have of you, even after all of these months. You always used to call your eyes "boring and plain" and even called them "**** brown." But to me, your eyes were the most beautiful color I've ever seen. You know when you mix a bunch of colors together and it all turns brown? Thats how I viewed your eyes... The deep brown was just a mixture of everything you could offer the world.
Bragi Jun 2018
A boy once,
who loved.
                                                                                                     Now a man,
                                                                                                     little chance.
Bragi Jun 2018
Happiness is simple.
It’s not
A bath too cold.
  Or one too hot.
   A late bill payment
    Or loosing your job.
     Prison for tax evasion.
      A day too sunny.
       A friend ‘not fussed’
        Or even that funny.
         A day too dreary.
          Catching the bus
           Well... Almost
                    ...Nearly.
             Having no one to trust.
              Sitting at home
               Under your covers
                Stressing so much
                 You twitch and you stutter.
                   Anxiety and pain
                    When you think of a lover
                     A feeling with no name
                      As you cry and you mutter
                       Worried words of weakness
                        Wander through each thought
                         Becoming almost breathless
                          A depression that will rot.
                           Happiness is simple?

It is not.
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