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Braxton Reid Jun 2018
Hot Sun in the sky
There's birds in the trees
Not a day goes by
I won't need the money

Yeah I'm broke with a kid
With a broken A/C
Oh this Summer never ends
Crack a window and sleep

Wake with the Sun in my eyes
Cartoons on T.V.
Not a day goes by
I'm not glad as can be

Yeah there's no school now
I've got people to meet
Maybe take a girl out
Pop an Ollie in the street
Braxton Reid May 2018
Things get better in the same way a cut heals;
Obvioulsy, with time,
But also with pain.

In pain, we have a gift that keeps everything real;
Grounded in rhyme,
But also with shame.

The blood shows everyone how we feel;
Some say you're fine,
But some step closer to share all the same.
Braxton Reid Apr 2018
I weep for all the lives I won't live,
For all the loves I never had,
For the times I looked in your face and breath was put into my lungs,
For songs I never wrote,
For people that I promised to see soon,
For my childhood,
For the times I missed work,
For the times I didn't do my homework,
For the times I chose nothing over living,
For the seasons of depression.

Why does it feel like somethings missing?
Braxton Reid Mar 2018
You're getting married on my birthday this year.
I'm just saying that it's weird,
And I don't mean to pry,
Or ask you why.

I just remember the time,

when,

You were all I thought about,
And all my friends laughed aloud
When I told them I loved you after only knowing you a few days.

I can see why now, but that felt real;
You felt chill.
And after a long time without love
You were the only thing I thought of.

What I'm trying to say is ,

I still think about you.
Not in any particular way but you pop in and out,
Like a visitor that forgot their keys on my couch.
And I don't have any feelings or regrets.
I'm just saying you had an effect.
Braxton Reid Feb 2018
Things aren't always perfect,
But I wait for a spring day.
With open skies and honey bees
And nothing in the way.

Winter has brought pain,
From many cold, cold nights.
My steering column veers,
From slipping on the ice.

I wait for rain.
I wait for ants.
All things have a balance;
All things have a cadence.
Braxton Reid Feb 2018
My mind is not ready to commit,
That the blood on my hands
And the blood in my skin
Is wholly me.
Braxton Reid Feb 2018
Bury me with my poetry,
When I am gone.
Bound it in leather and give it back to the earth.
Let a new green tree grow from my words and my curse.
My sharpened silver tongue will carve a river bed.
I will rain down bright blue color to keep it fed.

My energy, my true self;
I will recycle.
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