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 Jan 2018 Ivan Brooks Sr
Marya123
How does one find faith during a tough time,
To choose a path that's an impossible climb?
How can one smile when everything goes wrong
Knowing that you'll be fine, that you'll be strong?
How does one build up the courage to stay
When every bit of you wants to run away?
How can one resist from giving up hope
Even when you hold on to the thinnest rope?
How does one learn to get up from a fall
When no one teaches it to you, at all?
I'm looking for answers in a dark room
Unsure if I'm headed for light or doom.
If anyone reading this has a clue
Tell me how you did it, I'll learn from you.
 Jan 2018 Ivan Brooks Sr
TS
The candle wax is dripping on the floor. I'm fast asleep on the hardwood, a towel for a blanket, wandering the stories my mind creates.

It's so much better there, in my dreams, much more comforting and whimsical. I can create my safest place, my very own home.

I can wander all over the world for free, touch the greatest wonders and experience culture like no other. I can learn anything without paying a dime or sitting in a classroom. I can feel the warmth of the sun on my skin or the cool rain kiss my cheeks as I look to the sky. I can be anything, dare I even say ... happy.

I am trapped in a magical world and I never want to leave.

Please don't make me leave.

I don't want to wake up. I don't want to face the dark and the cold. Because when I wake, those candles will be out and my towel will be just a towel.

Here I am warm, I am free, I am strong. Here I can be anything, do anything, feel anything.

Please don't make me wake up.

Please.

- t.s.
In my dreams, I die
Those are my peaceful ones
In my nightmares, I live
And this pain drones on like a one-note song
A poor rhyme played on a one stringed guitar,  each note is like a new bar added to my cage

Even in my sleep, my pain is not erased. No window to a better place, no frame with a glass pane. No amount of  Sweet dreams can make my sleep a reality
 Jan 2018 Ivan Brooks Sr
Daytra
Oceans of waves
of pleasure wash over me as
my body shakes with spasm
after spasm of ******
Finally I can relax
as I take command,
I only need to obey
Not think, just obey
Listening to my sweet,
oh so sweet moans
Like the whimpers of an angel
my throat becomes dry
I'm exposed
open but I trust you fully
It feels so good,
like pure sweet ecstasy
My whole body
just wants to fall into
tiny pieces
 Jan 2018 Ivan Brooks Sr
A
Sky
Eternal, Celestial
The stars brighten the sky
Glimmering, Ethereal
Stars
This is a diamante poem, which I haven't used the format of which in years. This was a small experiment.
you would kiss me
make loves wish
come true
while
love
is
wishing
?











...
..
.
Dad
Dad,
What do I do?
You can't be proud of me
for sleeping with a man
who acts like a boy and
doesn't treat me like I am
perfect even though I'm not.
I mean, down here on earth, we are definitely
not angels even though I know you
would treat me like one.
We are human.
We cannot love perfectly,
but aren't we supposed to try?
I know you would tell me that he is the one
who is missing out.
And it’s quiet, but I can hear you say, everything will be better than okay someday,
but it's just not the same.
But I am human. I am selfish.
He calls my name
and I run back to him.
You can't be happy with me
for feeling like I need someone
who doesn't cherish my soul.
I wish you were here.
I wish my questions turned into answers, but it's not that easy.
It's not that easy without you here,
Dad.
 Jan 2018 Ivan Brooks Sr
Kairee F
My throat is on fire tonight,
a cold kind of burn that threatens your soul.
I can’t help but wish for a time when I felt normal,
healthy,
me.

I just want to breathe again
and have it last for more than ten seconds.
I yearn to push every bit of this stale air
out of my tired, unfit lungs
until fresh oxygen can reignite
the passion I felt for this world
just a few months ago.

Every week a new ailment,
a new pain,
a new tiring dagger
of reality
pierces my core.

I don’t have a metaphor for how over it I am.
I want to live again,
instead of just being alive.
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