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 Sep 2015 Brianne Rose
Theia Gwen
I swear on my grave
That this will be the last time
I write a poem about you

I swear that this
Will be my final release
Me letting your memory go
Let some other girl spend nights thinking about you

I swear to myself
That this stream on consciousness
Placed on paper will be the last time
I waste words on you

I swear to you that this
Is the end of my feelings
That that pang of sadness
That twist of the knife will go away

I swear to Gods that I don't believe in
That I will use this as an opportunity
To learn to love myself and not
Some boy who will give it all away

I swear to everyone that
I won't look through the poetry
I wrote about you, the words you stole from me
The time I wasted, stringing words together about your smile

I can swear all I like
But here I am, crying at 10:07
Writing yet another poem about you
I swear that I'm a liar
 Sep 2015 Brianne Rose
stelle s
the red pool of blood that i moped off the bathroom floor
the orange pill bottle i wish i had emptied some more
the yellow happy face i sent with the message i'm okay
the green hospital sheets i found myself in yesterday
the blue feeling i use to explain why i talk so silently
the favourite colour my dad forgets so very frequently
the purple dress i hope i'll wear as they lower me below
i truly am a depressed rainbow
 Aug 2015 Brianne Rose
Sea
Never had it. The  peach skin of an early morning move-in. Freshmen, fresh faces, awkwardly sharing smiles with those in the same boat.
Wondering what college will hold.
I have been stunted by the changing of the guards, never a need for an open heart.
Too many different places and not enough to settle down.
Never a chance to feel the feeling.
Regrets or not. I can't do much.
Saying goodbye was only the beginning
of a whole new world of hellos.
This one is so going to be looked at
by the men in Black
so don't say
I told you
maybe ever the KGB who knows.
As neil steped out
the first words were not this one step ect.
it was neil saying buzz
got a problem
what neil
the elastic just gone on my dippers
and the installer liquid is tricking into my boots
at that buzz got onto nassa
Houston we have a problem
the elastic gone in neils dippers
**** drifting around
inside neils suit
and man do I have to live with him
all the way back
for we have no shower.
You will never see neil the same again
sorry
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