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 Mar 2019 ali brown
Ben
Love lies
 Mar 2019 ali brown
Ben
Love is a word that can be said or proven. It seems like a word that is thrown around.
It can be proven with actions but many just throw it in the trash. The little kid in my squeals whenever someone loves me, but the "mature" adult in me loathes the thought. Actions speak louder than words.
Love can be a punch in the face
It van be a warm kiss on the cheek
It can be the void to eternal darkness
What is it for you?
 Mar 2019 ali brown
Julia
Anxiagram
 Mar 2019 ali brown
Julia
Approach cautiously
Never ask too much
Xamine closely
Imagine holding me
Enjoy unconditionally
Try to understand
You’re doing so well
Either you end up
In my poems
Of heartbreaks,
Sadness and misfortune
Or you end up beside me
Filling the gaps between
My fingers.
Quotes
i’m made of sidewalk cracks and moments i should’ve taken
i’m made of broken rings and the wrong girls i put my trust in.
because i didn’t know what love was until i kissed a girl made of thorns
and i didn’t know what happiness was until fear started sleeping without locking the door.
i’m no where near what the world makes me out to be
what it expects from me
and maybe that’s okay.
i’m made of ****** coffee and the constant pressure of being something else
i'm made of holes in the foundation and girls that kiss me just to watch me melt.
because i didn't know what lust was until i touched skin made of broken glass
and i didn't know what hope was until i fell a little too fast.
my story ends before it even starts
because forever is only real if you look like art
but i look like broken promises in an empty hallway
and maybe that's okay.
and strange what desire will make foolish people do
 Feb 2019 ali brown
T
I try to forget and just walk away
But I am left wondering if she is ok
When I am at the gym or in work
I am talking to people when all of a sudden I stare into space
All this pain and loneliness I must face
I start a conversation and then I hear her voice
Suddenly I stop and stare at my phone
I want to call because I feel so alone
Her voice is all I hear
I sit and wonder ......and wonder if she is near
How could it be her voice is so clear
It is my head but how can it be
She is miles away can't you see
I can't believe her voice is in my head
Should I not be holding her instead
The only way they (the voices) will get out of my head
If I let go.......
But how do I  let go of the love of my life
Why did I I do it cause all of this strife
At night as I lay alone in my bed
I watch our programs we used to watch...... and all of a sudden I hear her wise crack....
That is her for she had the knack
I don't want to but I must try forget her and move on
Stand up on my feet and accept that she's gone.
#her beautiful voice is in my head
 Feb 2019 ali brown
LONDIN
Her Song
 Feb 2019 ali brown
LONDIN
I know it's only my mind contouring his mouth into a smile and when I turn to walk away the velcro on his lips part; words like a choke-chain. But he has lyrics that remind him of somebody else etched into his hands, and she'll always be part of the plan.
He hums her song into my throat and we both pretend I don't understand.
i.

     I crumble

chalk
on the black
paint
of a water
holding
its breath
in a single
fish  

     its glass eye
of evolution
and the sound
of god
making light

of his angels
unfolding
as they are

hospital beds     to guide
a piloted

     exhaustion-

flight reminds the dead.  the solo

moan
of a bird
lands
on the shoulder
of a widow

     as the twice devalued coin
          of looking, looks
               on.

ii.

     I wish

I could dream
away
my name, the bad
mornings     spent cheating

     on her sadness

her sadness a jewel

madly
in the mouth
of a thief
some redundant

angel

chewing
the root
of its own
absence.
i told my therapist about you,
while your lips were still slathered alllll over my body.
i showed her the places we had been,
and all the things we had seen.
i told her what lies underneath that pretty
                                              pretty
skin of yours,
and i told her how i knew.
i spelt out your name as she scribbled it on her cute little clipboard,
i told her about the   first     night
and the      second
and the   fourth
and that time in the closet.
i told her everything,
i really just wanted to   get
                                                  you
                                      out  
of my brain,
it didn't matter if saying these things put me in  sososo  much pain.
because you've  moved   on  so why can't i?
i told my therapist about you,
but i still can't tell you
                                           goodbye.  
i know i'm  s t u p i d,
for holding on this l
                               o
                                n
                             ­    g,
i know it's useless,
for wishing you weren't                              gone.
but my words carry on like a heartbeat
s     l      o      w
steady
                          fast
u   s   e   d
  n    t   a   y
i   keep   keep   keep  breaking and breaking and breaking and
i told my therapist about you.
i think part of the reason why we hold onto something so tight is because we fear something that great will never ever happen twice

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i was in so much pain when i wrote this, my lover had just left with two years of my life and i felt so so so alone. i chewed through therapists constantly, they left me behind because i was too broken to fix. i hated them all. but there was this one, this one singular human being that listened to me. she didn't flinch, she didn't look at me like i was a broken puppy left for death. she just listened. i was all over the place, but i managed to lay out my entire mind for her to dissect. and she did. she helped me so so much, and i could never repay her enough for how she has helped me. when i got home, i wrote the basics of this. it was like 12:30 when i wrote it and i couldn't sleep the next night so i decided to make this look exactly how i felt when i wrote it the night before. how my lover made me feel for so long. so i did. i was crying mountains, i was hyperventilating, i threw my phone through the wall. i put all my anger, blood, tears in each letter, each space. i put it all in there and then posted it a couple weeks later. i didn't show anyone. i just put it out there, hoping my lover would see it. but it didn't even matter cause when i woke up, the whole world saw it instead. thank you. i love you all.
I write poetry
for eveything else
has failed

My life has no bottom
It's Hell down inside
my well

Do not feel like you are
sorry
Do not feel at all

Go write some kind of
poetry
It's better than digging wells
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