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 Feb 2018 Ivan Brooks Sr
Seema
The blood stains dried up.
Looking like dubbed marbles
Dark like maroonish,
in color. That's where she lived.
Amongst the clean polished floors.


©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
 Feb 2018 Ivan Brooks Sr
hrt
afraid
 Feb 2018 Ivan Brooks Sr
hrt
I asked myself
what is your biggest fear?
I heard myself reply
my biggest fear is
to be deeply known
but not loved deeply
Little by little we've lied,
For the hopes and fears of worldly guess,
And the tendency of force that influences events,
Had questioned the drama of how high we swelled,
Too immature, too young, they had seem to implored,
For the memoirs of our last, had begot us only pains,
And the troubles of those past, had made us its prey,
For our void had filled, but hopes were cast to undo the spells,
That with the right bait, an animal will do whatever you want,
But our kisses and the cruel plans, wove it into a timely incident.

Little by little we felt the burn,
The need of grace that besought heavenly yes,
Those fires that begets no conditions or reasoning’s,
For the stormy clouds of our lives had claimed to cease,
And the shadows of those lies, have taught us a new song,
For whenever we toned with it, tis love we breathe out more
Like heavens have blessed us with its lasting, but noted peace,
And imaginary friends couldn't make the notes of what we sang,
For a rest have been found at last, somewhere we evidently belong,
But the fears of been sentence to perdition, still lingered at our feet.

Little by little you fought the depletion,
For the games of your mind had required slaying it,
And those pressures of our time just kept doubting it,
Oh! He's too **** good! Your fears explained in a fright,
Tis another fire!  Like those that gets snuffed up by the wind!
Look!  I'm dancing as a *****, like I'm actually living a dream!
Girls! Please help me give a fight, perhaps he will stay out less!
And that's when I bowed to give in to fear,
A part where I seem vex, as if I don't want to care,
But deep within tis still your name my tongue dare declared.

Little by little I fought the deletion,
For my mind had cease to travel those un-favored miles,
And my heart refused to cast the memories of your smiles,
For it would start a beat, like it was dancing to a plight,
Like why don't you stay for once; she's all you really need,
Give greatness a place to grow, and see if it turn out bless!
And that's when I come steering back in as a fool,
With a ****** that keep wreaking your screams!
Boy!  She's too **** good! I say under the delights,
This cannot be some desire, as those plays of the mind.

Little by little we've loved,
With sobs of tears between worldly guess,
For the ups and down of our little sneaking around,
Had somehow left us stained, and then breached our quest
But we didn't mind opening the box, for tis all the heart cries for,
Suddenly tis us in a brawl, like destiny made a call for a rebound,
Like a spell was cast to make our heart beats strong,
So as to allow us tackled all our frights and ills
And birth a breakthrough that will last at his will,
For to ignore what's growing, would be denying a miracle,
Yet they do not happen overnight, so be patient my love,
And little by little the world we seek will manifest.
Valentine poem
 Feb 2018 Ivan Brooks Sr
Seema
My mind spins like a whirlpool,
With mixed ideas and invisible weaponry tools,
I have been branded as an aimless fool,
Cause I wasn't like other kids at school,
I want to tame my ideas so I can rule,
To fuel my ideas so others can drool,
For I maybe just one person for you,
But one is good enough among few,
Who always accomplished tasks before it got due,
I feel new as in a person inside my brain,
Why shall I then feel others strain,
When am ready to push my negatives in the drain,
And refresh my positives in this enchanting rain...


©sim
Spilling thoughts @ Raining evening
 Feb 2018 Ivan Brooks Sr
SeaChel
Every single wish I spent on

shooting stars

or pennies thrown into wishing wells

was wasted on you.
 Feb 2018 Ivan Brooks Sr
Jessica
“Quiet” he says, its easier when I’m quiet,
But how can I be quiet when he’s stabbing at me.
“Breathe” he says, its easier when I breathe,
But how can I breathe with a hand gripping my neck.
“Smile” he says, its easier when I smile,
But how can I smile when he’s shattering my innocence.
“Moan” he says, its easier when I moan,
But how can I moan when my whole body is screaming in pain.
“Beg” he says, its easier when I beg,
But how can I beg when I want his hands off my body.
“Cry” he says, its easier when I cry,
But how can I cry when I know that’s what he enjoys.
I refuse to let him destroy me.
Inside's a secret
Nobody knows
It cuts
It stabs
No scars to be shown

Once was a time
when the only escape
was holding onto
some concrete sedate
It gave some perception
The psyche turned to hate
So long as it helped pain alleviate

Till came the time
of ultimate surrender
A battle lost
to a deranged contender
When avoidance and denial
gave way to reality and peace
A newfangled manner
less passive aggressive defeats

From captivity to resurrection
In a river brimming
with aspirations and mutual beliefs

Still it cuts
Still it stabs
Still no scars to be shown
Inside's a secret no one will truly know...
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