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 Mar 2017 Renée Brookes
Hannah
My heart is more gentle,
than a delicate flower.
I cannot stand by,
and forget,
when those I care for
are fighting a war
all by themselves.
I don't believe
anyone should have to
suffer alone,
or behind closed doors.
I believe
we should open our arms,
and allow love to flow freely
from one heart to the next.
I believe
in being there,
regardless of time,
regardless of mistakes.
I believe in understanding.
~ I'm here.
 Mar 2017 Renée Brookes
Hannah
Cold
 Mar 2017 Renée Brookes
Hannah
This desert
reminds me
of my heart.
It burns
hotter than hell
during the day,
before growing
colder than ice,
beneath
the moonlit night.
~ my heart sins beneath the moon.
 Mar 2017 Renée Brookes
Josh
Mouse
 Mar 2017 Renée Brookes
Josh
A mouse is small
and a mouse is brown
but when one appears
big people scream loudly.
I wonder if the small, brown mouse
knows why there's so much noise.
Poor mouse is getting bullied!
Chased by giants!
Giants are slow, though.
Big and loud and slow, you know,
and too preoccupied with other things
to catch every quick little mouse.
I think the mouse will win this one.
But I heard they don't like chilli powder.
 Mar 2017 Renée Brookes
Josh
There's no blind on the skylight in my bathroom.
When I brush my teeth,
do birds see me?
What do they think?
They have no teeth.
They have no idea what's going on.
 Mar 2017 Renée Brookes
Josh
too many fingers in too many pies
so far apart my body is torn trying to reach them all
and now I am dead
 Mar 2017 Renée Brookes
Josh
No one likes my poems
Maybe you will like this
Because it's about Rubicon
Juicy, loosy goosey Rubicon baby
Oh yeah, uh, uh, rubicon
The slide is long
The swing is swinging
Your lips would be pink
My hair smells good...

سرسره دراز است
تاب تکان می خورد
لب های تو صورتی باشد
...موهایم بوی خوبی می دهد
Shh.....
You hear that?
Sounds like a keyboard.
Rapidly the tiny ticks of keys
pushes your mind out of ease
and please...... don't tease
the shivers and chills down your spine
it'll make your brain reset, re wind
to the start of it.
To the first hair raising on your neck,
to the second before the plane will wreck,
the constant uttering of a tiny peck
shifted by the sounds of little specs
that make no sound.
It's in your head just look around!
Nothing there, nothing found,
but just... pound pound
No.. no.. no...
Just your heart racing....
feet pacing...
T.... turn around...
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