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room's awhirl
sounds collide
banal speech
mirth escapes
clustered holes

stand alone
children pass
chasing chums
they relate
playing roles

noises clash
confined space
worlds apart
I'm alone
flee outside

under trees
hide behind
thumping hall
swirling beat
amplified

close my eyes
dare to breathe
sense some peace
feel her smile
in mind's eye  

sweet relief
friend I know
welcome to
solitude's
lullaby
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
Max Vale
Dig a hole in the ground,
Hey ** what have you found?
Tis a bucketful of gold you say,
Say what a lucky mound.
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
Black
The Cat wore a black coat silhouetted in dark dreams.
Anyone who gazed him blazed eyes was in the makin.
Steam piston action like each step robotic motion,
the dawg was hella ominous so no one would approach him.
Rumors spread and spread again as if robotic motion,
see the story tends to repetition
again again they spread them.
The Cat was then sadly labeled, maimed maybe strangled.
Anyone who gazed him jaded eyes was in the makin.
Dangled neck lackin brain function for the motion,
the dawg was lost to hatred soul was taken by the demons.
Blood was shed and shed again as if just for the motion,
see the story tends to repetition
again again they killed him.
Sometime way back when. He never even had a chance.
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
Black
I wish that I could tell you, what it is that wise men do.
But to claim you know another's virtue
is simply much to couth.
You know not of his knowledge or potential, nor his root,
so simply hold your tongue
or it will surely meet my boot.
You gotta think a little. It's the only way to see the future.
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
Black
Searching for the past through a million different caverns,
algae and stalagmites like,
a tavern in the daylight.
Empty for the most part, shadows in the dark start,
dancing in excitement; dinners on the house tonight gents.
Master ninja hand signs, kunai skill for knife fights
and
the eyeballs always closed cause we see it all with foresight.
A Pokeball as my homestead, digital paradise to the unread,
single specks of data lost in hella mice and undead.
A band of boys and girls that masquerade as cats and monkies. But not everyone.
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
Tehreem
The window is shattered
The door shut close
He is all her poetry
She is his arid prose

Like the tide bounded to moon
They violently rise and fall
Two paque souls washed up in zenith
Emotions withered with uphill crawl

Dewy eyes encompassed sweet terrors
Their still warmth lingers in valley of past
Haunting the spiritual moors of fusion
In the scriptures of silence only last

He is lost in the stars of his demise
She is infuse revolving around his planet
Until his husky heart loses the war of life
Until her soul suffocates in silk blanket
Acquaintance of your silence.
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
ryan
Even in a leopard bathrobe,
Naked face full of phlegm, wearing
The days of deep depression
Smeared across her face,

She was still a goddess.
A sick, beautiful, goddess
Who I'm glad woke up
This morning.
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
chris
t r y
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
chris

i try to act cool
                     pretend like i can't feel

        smiling like a fool
                                            can't believe he's real
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