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  Jan 2016 Bra-Tee
Bianca Reyes
I am the queen of what ifs
Sitting on a throne of could've beens

My fears are my loyal subjects
Escorting my dreams to the gallows

My ambitions are now prisoners
To my court of procrastination

I, the queen
Reign over all of this regret
May we never forget

I, The Queen ©


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Written and shared on Hello Poetry on January 11, 2016. Copywrite and all rights reserved under Bianca Reyes
  Dec 2015 Bra-Tee
Nabs
By: Nabs

A crystal clear laugh can be heard
Coming out from your lips
The fluttering of your eyelashes
Remind me of butterfly wings

You often speak quietly
Not out of shyness
But because you don't feel the need
To shout out your existence

The heaving of your chest
As you take each breath in and out
Made me remember the time
When you tried to choke it all down

Sometimes I see the spidery veins in your hands
And I think about lacing our hands together
How imperfect you are
And how the blood stains will always stays

We cried together, once upon a dream
I wipe your tears and you wiped mine
What comes off was a different thing
Yours were pain and mine was loneliness

Sometimes I wish I could trace your tear tracks
You never bother to hide them
You were never afraid to show it to the world
Maybe that is why they decided to burn you down

When I lay down, closing my eyes
And sleep under the willow tree
Often I see you hanging
Shards of crystals protruding from your back

Watching as the blood,
Drips down from your body
Pooling on the ground, turning the grass red Like the poppies you love so much

You often ask what love is
I would choke at that
And my answer would be lodged in my throat
Couldn't come out

Couldn't
Wouldn't
Such a paper thin difference

So I would reply with nonsense,
"Dude, why the heck would you ask me that? You're definitely asking the wrong person."
You would laugh at that
A loud free laugh as if it was wrenched out of you
And I saw you shatter more

There is one night
Where you sneak into my private corner
Where you smile mischievously
You left with a gift of awareness of your presence

You often fell asleep in the middle of a sentence
It was funny at first
And I would laugh
I could not find any humor after the tenth time it happen

Destruction often follow your footsteps
You would claim you do not intend it
I would pretend to not see
That you left wounds because you are wounded

"I'm happy", you abruptly claimed one day
You were lying through your teeth
But I could see that the cracks are getting wider
"I'm happy too", I said.

We laughed at how foolish we are

Sometimes time with you passes
Like sands through my finger
It is as if we have a hourglass
For our time together

I feel unsettled by that

We were pretentious
You and I
You would grin your **** eating grin
And offered me a high five

How could you be so perfect
With all the imperfectness you have
I never believed the word perfect
Until you with all your cracks, stood in all your glory

"I am drowning", you confesses to me one day
"In what?", I would ask
That night were a pitch black night
But I could feel your eyes boring into me

Later on, I would say that I am drowning too
You look at me startled, eyes glowing
Then you lace our hands
And letting the wind kiss your lips

I love you
But that is not and will not be
The words that will come forth from our lips
We know each other too well for that

There is a festival going on in the town
They're burning marshmellow in the bonfire
"And a body too," the wind whispered

You came to me that night with your edges melting and the thick smell of smoke

You said you're ashes now and you complement me

I wish I could hug you
That night when you're covered with ashes
But I did not allow my self
Because I, myself are dusted with glass

So we laced our hands together
Despite the blood and grime
Pain and Loneliness
What a beautifully wretched pair

Once we cried together
Wreathed by the ray of sunlight
Too bright for us to withstand
So we wipe each other tears

"Together", we said to each other
Tangling and knotting our hands together
Kissing each other temples while blood drips down
Falling together from the sky
Another character poem, the what if of once upon a dream.
Bra-Tee Nov 2015
I don't understand why you preach every Sunday about going to heaven but you not even done with what you suppose to come do here on this earth........
Live...................................Die...
Bra-Tee Sep 2015
Dear self.

Stop listening to others.
  Jun 2015 Bra-Tee
Carlee
There is no disappointment that hurts quite as badly as having absolutely no way of explaining what you're disappointed about
Explaining that although both of your parents were present the day you were born
Neither of them were really there
That in all of your childhood photos
One parent is missing
And then continuing to explain that this isn't because of their divorce
But rather because they figured maybe if they weren't in any of the photos
It would hurt a little bit less
When they just weren't there

You're 17 going on your first real date
And make a joke about your "daddy issues"
Followed up by a sentence explaining your never ending "mommy issues"
And those are both followed up by explaining
That you have a wonderful relationship with both of your parents
You don't have the energy left to try and explain to your next real date how disappointed you were the day you graduated
Because although both parents were present
Neither were really there
And the only lasting photos of you in a cap and gown
Are with a boys hand around your waist
Fingertips pressing too hard for comfort against the fabric
The same way they would press against your thighs later in the evening
Because photographs buried under bruises
Are much less painful
Than photographs with people who don't want to be in them

You will spend the rest of your life knocking on front doors
In unfamiliar places
Telling the owners you grew up here
That you want to revisit your childhood bedroom one last time
When they lead you upstairs and ask which room it was
Your throat will feel as if an orchestra is playing against your vocal chords
When you have to resist from saying "whichever one has walls that won't cry as soon as I step inside"
Run your fingertips over the cracks in the plaster
The bed resting against a wall that's covered in happy memories
Rather than whiskey stains
Pretend for a moment that this is where the photographs were taken
With both parents not only present, but actually in them
And before your mind can connect the truth to this moment
Climb out the bedroom window
The same way you did the day you moved out of the home that you raised yourself in
Both parents present
But never really home
Because you always swore that you wouldn't leave the same way they did
The day they decided to come home
As someone other than themselves.

C.a.l
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