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 Nov 2015 Sierra Brown
III
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 Nov 2015 Sierra Brown
III
Does the moon look at
Oceans and wonder if they
Sigh at sight with love?
 Nov 2015 Sierra Brown
Maxwell
Unappreciated
i do everything i can
for people that i love
yet they don't seem to notice
the extra miles i walk for them

Unwanted
they choose others over me
when I'd choose them over others
i am everyone's last choice
i am everyone's last resort

Unworthy
i deem myself unworthy of time
for one seems to give me theirs
it's sad how i give every second i have
to the people who won't give me a minute
 Nov 2015 Sierra Brown
moon
hopeless
 Nov 2015 Sierra Brown
moon
does it ever hurt knowing the exact moment you lost hope?
does it ever hurt knowing the exact moment you stopped trying?

there are times i realized even the things i loved doing just doesn't matter.

like it was too dull.

does it ever hurt knowing the exact moment you started losing hope?
does it ever hurt knowing the exact moment you stopped believing in yourself?

in the end, everything hurts.

it hurts remembering happy and sad moments. it hurts living and sometimes, i just down care about anything anymore.
Love* may be a feeling
But
Love is not just how you feel,

I love you may be the right words
But
Love is not just what you say,

Love is a decision
And
Love is what you do.
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Drifting carelessly in the sea of stars, wondering as I wander through the constellations of you.
There is nothing like the high you get when you have the feels for a person.
 Nov 2015 Sierra Brown
Day
no one startles a poet
when writing
because everyone knows
a pen is a
dangerous weapon
and when used correctly
can strike so deep
that even the poet
cannot undo its ink
as is it was tattoo'd
onto the fabric of existence
a sign of rebellion and pain
a battle wound for all to see
and to secretly judge
because we all know
when no ones around
is when the true colors
of a poem
come out.
this day is okay
 Nov 2015 Sierra Brown
KD
Mind
 Nov 2015 Sierra Brown
KD
The thoughts run faster than the speed of light
Scientists will never be able to prove this because all you can see through scans are small electric reactions in the brain signaling to each other codes and orders and maybe even jokes we don't get
We don't even know ourselves how we think these thoughts
We don't even know how to stop our thoughts when they get a little too wild
A big question with probably multiple answers
None of which I believe can ever be found scientifically
No, it must lie deeper
Like an ocean of thinking and we are bound to drown in it
but we won't suffocate, just slowly ignite with the magic happening around us
Oh, what beauty if only we knew if to be scared or feel safe
Yeah, you can look into my brain
But you will never see my mind
He is the bottle of wine.
His quiet words filling me to the brim...
I may spill over.

Cautious are his fingertips;
Feeling like he's never felt before...
Taking his time.

He is the crisp Autumn breeze;
Welcoming the warmth of heavy fabric.
And gone all too soon.

His wit is automatic.
Intelligence and interest: in tune.
Thoughts do not displease.

He is an early Thursday;
Full of smiles and steaming cups...
Enjoying the stillness.

Thick in kindness like syrup;
Oozing with his sticky brilliance...
And I'm stuck, unafraid.
For SH

I think I'm fond of you.
 Nov 2015 Sierra Brown
Jacob
Before the years of bitterness
He was a boy with innocence
In this innocence, he lived happily
Looking through his books,
Longing for nothing

It was a funny thought
To think anything less
He had no clue what it was
Nor did he imagine it
He simply enjoyed his happiness
In the way that little boys do

Today I live as a lunatic
By simply looking at someone
For more than five seconds
A cry of assault can be heard
From a range of six miles
In every suburb, district, nation
And a group of hypocrites
To tell you to remain pure

I once saw life as an expression,
As it should be seen
You can question many things
Except love
I don't just want happiness--
I want a life of passion

How can they expect me to make magic
With these bursts of time they give to me?
I believe you,
when you say that you're okay
after watching me leave
and not trying to make me stay

I believe you;
that you don't want me back
because silence speaks volumes
and it's quiet where you're at

I believe you,
because you don't act like you're in pain
but it hurts me just to breathe
and pretend you're not in my brain.

I believe you,
because you are once what I wanted
but you let this fire turn to ashes
and now I'm left with nothing

I believe you;
but, I really wish I didn't
because you look like you're doing fine
so I keep these feelings hidden
Response to "If I Could Make You Believe" - Derek Clifton
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