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Brenden Pockett Feb 2015
Mix cobalt and grey,
Circling crows, black staccatos,
Rain streaks the canvas.
Brenden Pockett Feb 2015
Sun sets on drab sheets.
Live, breathe the coral caress
Of a passed evening.
Brenden Pockett Feb 2015
Pennies fall from trees,
Following a filtered shine,
Edging birch bark fringe.
Brenden Pockett Feb 2015
Crimson lips kissing

The soft, blue velvet backdrops,

Of saccharine warmth.
Brenden Pockett Feb 2015
How one can reason,
Bright white, grey, and powder blue,
A single line shines.

Between slits of shades,
Enough to grasp the day's feel,
Enough to break mine.
Brenden Pockett Feb 2015
Strong legs are shaking,
Balloons expand in my skull,
Tight fists close my lungs.

My eardrums push out,
Pressure passed around the room.
**** your wagging tongues.
Brenden Pockett Feb 2015
You are the Spring breeze,
Ice water on a hot day,
Last page of a book.

Just a feeling:
A toe dipped in the river
A reed in the brook.
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