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 Apr 2020 Brenna Gracely
Pluto
Emptiness reflects off the mirror
An eternal truth rests in my empty bed
Propaganda flashes on the tv screen
The unclean window shares my view
And the drain knows my dreams
 Mar 2019 Brenna Gracely
nish
.era
 Mar 2019 Brenna Gracely
nish
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 \ why is it that time slips /                              
   \she slides and slithers /
     \right through these  /
        \ infinite crevices  /
          \found all over /
             \my greedy /
                \ hands,  /
                   \ like /
                   /    •   \
                 /       s      \
              /            a       \
           /             n            \
        /                 d              \
      /                                      \
    / in the dainty hourglass \
  /sitting aloft my skew shelf.\
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I wanted to try shape poetry again, and I have to say this was MUCH harder than .leafing
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2633672/leafing/

It took forever to align the slashes to give this poem shape, without them it didn't look like an hourglass.
I hope you liked this poem and I'd love it if you commented some links to any shape poetry you've tried out.
Hope you enjoyed :)
 Mar 2019 Brenna Gracely
charles
a couple cups of coffee,
a candle cooing in the corner,
carried candid cravings away.
creased the coarse corners of a book,
a kind of caffeinated carelessness,
where others haven't looked.
and so the moving heart, with misery,
resolves to have its day.
 Mar 2019 Brenna Gracely
Warren
When you die,
I’ll shed a tear,
Not because your gone,
But because you won’t be here,
Not because I’ll miss you,
But because I cannot kiss you,
The dying doesn’t scare me,
Being alone is what I fear.
 Mar 2019 Brenna Gracely
Joliver
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
"Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
"Okay"
Is off-brand raisin bran
"Okay"
Is how you say life is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

"Okay"
Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

"Okay"
Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
"Okay"
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
"Okay"
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
"Okay"
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
"Okay"
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
"Okay"
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
"Okay"
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
"Okay"
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
"Okay"
Okay?
 Mar 2019 Brenna Gracely
Maria
There were days
I remembered
To put my heart on my sleeve.

The other days
I hid it
So deep inside my body
I couldn’t find it for myself.

The terror of anyone finding
Me judging me
Seemed to linger in the air
I inhaled.
 Mar 2019 Brenna Gracely
amaya b
golden tree
caramelized leaves
burnt, but still smells sweet
so sweet that my cavities tingle
your stubborn roots make it hard for you to mingle
no estás pensando claramente, tu corazón es en la mesa
despeje tu mente en tu biblioteca
you are made of sacred geometry
there's quartz in your veins
you sniff sage when you are sad,
burn palo santo when it rains
you can never forget that
manifest it yourself
you don't need this physical reality;
it makes you feel like someone else
channel all that good energy that you create with material things
meditate and reflect
that is your medicine

feb.14.19
first poem i'm publishing here! if you like it (or even if you don't) some feedback would really be appreciated! thanks guys!!!
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