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822 · Feb 2016
Untitled
Braylynn Holt Feb 2016
I've gotten a shot. Today not in my mouth, not in my arm, not in my leg. My heart has been punctured. I have been broken. I'm a girl who's been broken and glued. Broken and glued. Once again shattered, annihilated on the ground. Just to plaster herself up once again and forget. I can't forget. How can you forget a burning that burns so deep inside of your soul, nothing can extinguish that. A fight that won't give up no matter how bad you want to.... It won't seize. The moon shining at night will never stop, my love for you is astronomy. Celestial you's fill my eyes. That's all I've ever wanted
428 · Mar 2016
Befallen
Braylynn Holt Mar 2016
eyes open to the sight of light
proceeding to roll out of bed
starting my day a painful cycle
wanting to be asleep once again
I am in deafening silence here
ears bent to the hesitant sight
relapsing back into life
how the world can be so trite
now disoriented in the moves
like a sculptor without material
demand of names; I couldn't care
I'm only here to ponder and muse
instead I'm drowning in hopes
a moon in their glossy eyes
in mine a speck of color
chained by elder voicing thought
contorting the girl that dreams
always befallen until instant sleep
410 · Feb 2016
teaful
Braylynn Holt Feb 2016
the mouth of life gaping
for a warm wave of whisps
underlying sun captured
making an accomplice
vines weaving upon her shoulder
pink flowers intertwined with her crimsoned hair
pouring kerosine on the woodened Fire
for that's the warmth she yearned
meadowlarks having vivid conversations
wishing she could fly to the clouds
smelling pines rolling the breeze
watery drop scatters the freckles
fore the day is sad; grimacing
the girl with the crimsoned hair
returns back, for a cup of tea gladly relinquished.
367 · Feb 2016
Touching
Braylynn Holt Feb 2016
We were so close. I felt your warmth against mine. What was so hard to fathom? You were right by me. Why am I not enjoying? I think of this moment every night. Why didn't I tell you. Why couldn't I run outside into the cold air ripping into my flushed lungs. Yelling out to the lost souls who lived their life like me. Scared. Fearing they would hear the inevitable. Seeing the inevitable happen before them. In a shock. The color red dripping from my very lips. Words gushing from my very fingertips but yet I can't get out a single word. My lips sown by my very thoughts. My actions paralyzed the moment my brown orbs settle into you, that being you are. I am a silent telescope obeying the stars secrets. I am that threat. Kiss me. Hell it may **** me. I'm shouting, I'm feeling, can you hear? Can you hear the silence? Can you feel the stiff air? Feel my body, hear my thoughts, save me from myself. Before you're gone. Unleash the beast that contains all of you in me. By a single kiss cut my chains and free my spirit. **** me with that fire.
355 · Apr 2016
cold lust
Braylynn Holt Apr 2016
the way it felt was cold
like a cold droplet whispering
telling me an admiring story

I was adrift, somewhere gentle
my existence a marble on glass
the opaque world on a canvas of crystal

it was strange wasn't it?
how the shadow implored you
gripping your mahogany hair
lips of gloom pressed on your neck.

the heavy melody of apparent
gasping back to this marble
and the darkened crystal knew
coldness was my favorite thing
327 · Jul 2016
Untitled
Braylynn Holt Jul 2016
the moment night hit my starving skin
it was like the reminisce of yesterday.
coldness misunderstanding my soul.
the wind telling me things only I knew.


the warmth had been stolen
perhaps all of it this time
the opaque shadow of you my dear.


walking along the rugged exterior
the moon pulsing along with me
the stars singing a little tune


her face as dull as hailstones
looking up into translucent souls
for that's where she belonged
screaming to them for a remedy
320 · Feb 2016
Introvert
Braylynn Holt Feb 2016
I shiver outside in this bitter cold.

My eternal fire is screaming in pain.

Demanding to be for once bold.

Painting the picture, beholding the frame.

As moss grows springily around the wild vapor of my heart.

Until death do us part I cannot bear to be apart.

I waltz in the rhythm of you but I cannot show.

All my feelings spirit and darkness trapped at the very fold.

Bullet wounds in the mirror but it won't break.

To you my dear, I cannot with take,  

Anymore of this rumble in my explosive bones..

One day the reality of calling you my own.
318 · Apr 2016
alone
Braylynn Holt Apr 2016
to me you were everything I had
my free time, my night talks, my heart
I was lead through worlds of broken
waiting for you to enter and say I'm yours
to you I was just another
a soul just like the other
and you left me to fall
and when I did, I became just one.
one of those dull stars in the sky.
waiting for the day, a wish upon me
illuminating the glow in my eyes
302 · Jun 2016
broken pen
Braylynn Holt Jun 2016
the wind was chilling my bones
the way that you used to
as all of it swept
so did I
in the midst of me

I lost myself
in all of those pale nights
all of the water in the air
drops of melancholic pain

perhaps it was the being
the being of broken
a gentle soul fearing
so much to fear

once it dropped
blackness all over
the imprint of ink
scattered on her palm

as fore today
the only thing
was her
295 · Feb 2016
Alone
Braylynn Holt Feb 2016
and just like that I was alone
the only painting with words
that was not admired by you
285 · Mar 2016
air
Braylynn Holt Mar 2016
air
It's almost like he handed me a ladder and told me to climb, because before I knew it. He had me up in the sky in his hands. I was cradled with a smile on my flushed face. This moment was pure.
280 · Apr 2016
untitled
Braylynn Holt Apr 2016
my heart is a fragile mind
a melancholic blueish bind
weeping to the voice left behind
whispering; the yearn of return
the passion, the feelings burn
suffocated in that bruised urn
a stitch ripped open alive
the hellish last goodbye
of a heart at last willing to die
278 · Feb 2016
Untitled
Braylynn Holt Feb 2016
dark room fever, I cannot be
multiple people, none after me
eyes of colors, oiling the ground
sinking an opaque hand, drown
flaked into the drifting breeze
to be breathed all the way out

the charming street lamps screech
fading as distance keeps its reach
silent streets steering clear
of those glassy fallen windows
fore we aren't the only ones
scared of the broken reflection

— The End —