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 Oct 2020 Branden
E
Getting old
 Oct 2020 Branden
E
The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
 Oct 2020 Branden
Astral
Poetry
 Oct 2020 Branden
Astral
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
 Oct 2020 Branden
Maria Etre
I got used to broken mirrors
they show me different perspectives
from all angles
 Oct 2020 Branden
Ariana
Abandoned
 Oct 2020 Branden
Ariana
They say
parents are there for you
where were they
when I needed them
I was hurting
I was screaming for help
They didn't hear
I have become numb
To the pain
I have given up
 Sep 2020 Branden
J-J Johnson
Listen
 Sep 2020 Branden
J-J Johnson
My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            “When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      “So you don’t have to translate your soul”
                                   Hmmm.
12/17/18
 Sep 2020 Branden
Maria Etre
I played with all the tenses
but that also never changed what
was
is
could have been
or
will be
 Sep 2020 Branden
Ciel Noir
Crush
 Sep 2020 Branden
Ciel Noir
caress my heart
and brush apart
this impervious surface
you make me nervous

hush
shut up
shush

just a crush
such a rush
so much

touch me like you deserve this
 Sep 2020 Branden
Ciel Noir
Fall
 Sep 2020 Branden
Ciel Noir
every autumn
the same tree
changes shades
different leaves

tick tick tock
like a clock
each leaf falls
only once

one by one
every year
watch each leaf
disappear

and wait here
silently
different winter
the same tree
 Sep 2020 Branden
Ciel Noir
Tomorrow
 Sep 2020 Branden
Ciel Noir
they say
it is always today

but I can guess
what will come next

tomorrow will
be stranger still

and infinitely more complex
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