Alone
yet accompanied
by the sea
called humanity
I walk each day.

A step
closer to You.

My loved ones
nothing but
porcelain dolls,
to be
handled with care,
fragile
so easily broken...
i dare not hold
with trembling hands.

Am I your thought,
your desire,
a mantra you chant,
your creation
OR
a figment
of my
own imagination...

ALONE,
yet accompanied...

it was only yesterday, that began my dream. a dream that took my breath away, I just knew, I had to tell you, that the other day was so new, darling please tell me what to do, as soon as I picked up your heart, I can't believe thats its true, oh no, my dream my silent heart is crushed.
You tell me we are one, and then you turn your heart around, darling we who are loved, will never un-love...that crippling fear, that grips you by the throat that makes you know that the un-love was never there.
the sipped rain watches us, cry our silent hearts out, it watched us fall, even though we were so proud and tall, we slump into the storms raging around us.
sips of twisted darkness holds fast to the sinister that bares our souls into each others being, don't you know the love, that fell away, the love tore our hearts out? The sinister held on our lives, that never seems to die?
yes it was only yesterday, the wearing of seasons wore my life away, please just hold me one more time, in the deep dusky hollow of time. as my silent heart awaits my certain fate my dream that took my breath away.

Debbie Brooks 2014

An ever-growing list of things that I can't fix
a set of scribbles on a blank lined page
a lifetime of regretful (in)decisions
a stack of unstamped postcards that I swear I meant to send
my clinginess, my neediness
a drawer full of unused paper clips
two eyes that work too well to see what lies beneath the skin
a mouth that I may never learn to tame
two ears that someday soon will cease to hear
a cluttered, clumsy, cumbersome soul
two hands with scars and calloused fingertips
a mind that only ever thinks of you
two legs that don't know where the hell to go
and
a heart that's only satisfied when beating next to yours...

And this is all I have to give to you.

i feel the Inner Light
shining inward and outward
in the holy silence

Dear You...

My pen writes and flows
Straight from the heart it knows
I write to write
Because I write
I write because it's me

This person or that might not like
This person or not
Maybe so, maybe no
All I know is I like to write...

Because I write for thee
and the poetess in me...



Debbie Brooks 2014

I want to be your light
       You aren't my light, you are the electricity that turns me on
I want to pretend that I can
       You don't have to pretend, I love you as you are, won't have you
          any other way
But
       So
I can't shine like your night sky
       You might not shine like stars but you are the only thing I see
I can't even fake a smile
       *You don't have to fake a smile, just your hand in mine is all I need

So you want to forget?
You have a drink.
Or six.
So you want to get high?
You roll your own.
Light up.
So you want to feel alive?

All you little amateurs,
Let me show you.
Come join me
In my chemical chemistry factory,
Or my suicide surgical stand,
Homemade scalpel in my hand.
I can help you.