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Brando Feb 28
I have washed my sheets hundreds of times
All in an effort to purge the memory of you
Your scent permeating my clothing
As thou you were the one inhabiting them
There is no sense in trying to get rid of you
My body has molded itself into your submissive
I have become so accustomed to your touch
Addicted to the sensation
Needing a fix, we both seek a night of sin
You have infiltrated my mind
Reading my thoughts
Manipulating me
Saying all the things you know I want to hear
Body stained with the blood of my lips
You stare down at me
I have once again been fooled by those eyes
Glowing with lust
I am swallowed whole by your insatiable desire for me
In my compliant nature, I kneel at your feet
Following ever command you utter
My body broken from the chains you’ve placed on me
I belong to you, property for you to tend to
But that night meant nothing to you
Those words you spoke, were all in an effort to exploit my vulnerability
I neglectfully admit that it worked
You have me, once again, at your service
It would be wise of me to end this already
For the sake of my own sanity and dignity
Consumed by your charm, but deterred by our past
I am drawn in
The alcohol rushing through my veins and the music radiating through my body
Nothing mattered in the moment, but now,
I am the fool who slept with you
a boy I had feelings for used me for *** and told me he missed me without even seeing me naked. now he has me all ****** up in the head but Im trying to move past it and care for the new person in my life. but those eyes got me stuck.
Brando Feb 25
the wind whistling outside my window
dying to get in
wanting to intrude on my conversation
the loud snores of the two bodies that lie beside me
not a sound travels into the room
we are the perpetrators
my room full of concepts
i can no longer focus on the conversations
distracted by the cries of the wind
and the roars of the beasts inhabiting my bed
i must keep quiet
for the noise has begun to intensify
quiet hrs on the floor
silence approaches me, with a request
i explain that it's not me but them
the voices and the wind and the beasts
the conversations now sound like thunder
all in an effort to rid of the pollution
silence has broken through  
forcing my hand, i give in to his request
my lips have been sealed by those small chalky tablets
as the conversations within die off
the screams now become a whisper
a warm, endearing figure now lays beside me
good night silence
till we meet again
it is 3:38 am, a boy asleep in my bed and my roommate snoring louder than him. I am stunned by the amount of sound begin created between the two of them and the wind. would you even believe that it was quiet hrs on my floor.
  Jan 28 Brando
Lauren Johnson
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
Brando Jan 28
Death holds her hand
Cowering in the corner of her room
Greeted by the familiar face
She welcomes him with open arms
Whipping away her tears
His cold embrace engulfs her
Arms wrapped around her body
As the flames of her anger are extinguished
His grasp slicing into her like glass
Serpent coiled around his prey
Unable to flinch
She gives in to death
And the fight for her last breath has ceased
Brando Jan 20
I was forced to leave the place I called my sanctuary
The place in which you constantly reminded me I should feel safe
Filled with positive memories
Happiness and no judgment
But we have two different definitions of safe
To you, because you are my mentor, you have this overruling authority
You will punish both the right and the wrong
There is no use in biting the hand that feeds you
So, unconsciously, your wish is my command
You didn’t even realize I was gone
Until I was
I ran away from you as fast as I could
Expecting an unruly army of beasts to follow behind
I waited
Stopped at the red light
No one came after me
There was no army
Not even a gust of wind
Shame was the only one to follow me into the dark
Freedom, no more orders or demands
The unreality of this moment sank in
All I wanted was to be back in the safety of my own arms
However, I no longer had a safe place to rest
A flightless bird trapped in a nest of lies
Unable to escape
I ran into the night, no direction of where I was headed
Alone, but free
my parents kicked me out of my house once and things have never been the same. now as a college student returning home I feel like a guest in my own house.
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