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 Feb 2015 Brenda T
Mia Pierce
Hate
 Feb 2015 Brenda T
Mia Pierce
The hate in my veins
Starts to flow like cold water,
Numbing my body.
 Feb 2015 Brenda T
blklvndr
Hate
 Feb 2015 Brenda T
blklvndr
He hated things that made me want to hate him.
 Jan 2015 Brenda T
Samantha
useless
 Jan 2015 Brenda T
Samantha
you have eyes
you have a sight
but you didn't see

you have a mouth
you have a voice
but you didn't speak

you have ears
you could hear
but you didn't understand

you have a head
you have a brain
but you didn't think

you have a heart
you could feel
but you didn't let it beat
not even a little bit, not even at all




(samber)
1/28/15
 Jan 2015 Brenda T
Metanoia
FLY
 Jan 2015 Brenda T
Metanoia
FLY
instead of saying
do
instead of judging
help
instead of worrying
be
instead of hating
love
instead of hurting
heal
instead of taking
give
instead of crawling
FLY
 Jan 2015 Brenda T
A
too far gone
 Jan 2015 Brenda T
A
My heart
Is a happy drunk
A little too open
A little too optimistic
It's over in the corner of the bar
Playing poker
Screaming at the top of it's lungs
I'M ALL IN
When it's never
To this day
Had a winning hand

My heart
Is a sad drunk
A little too lonely
A little too caught up in tears
It's over at the counter
Forcing the bartender to take its keys
Because it would rather not go home
Than go home alone again

My heart
Is a reckless drunk
A little too unbalanced
A little too impaired
It's over by the door
Making everyone nervous
A little too good at scaring people away
A little too far gone

Like you
A little too far gone
Turn your head
Shuffle away and pretend you don't notice
The breakdown of a heart
Too drunk on feelings
To know when to stop
 Dec 2014 Brenda T
WickedHope
Rope
 Dec 2014 Brenda T
WickedHope
I
h
a
v
e
f
e
e
l
i
n
g
s
that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.
Sorry if you can't read it.
Kinda.
 Dec 2014 Brenda T
JR Potts
we topple down like droplets from the nozzle
into cold stainless steel sinks slipping into drains
surging though claustrophobic copper pipes
to only escape our confinement in earthly graves

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