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7.7k · Nov 2014
Sun and Moon
Brenna Smith Nov 2014
You're as radiant as the sun
You're as elegant as the moon
You're as painful as the sun
You're secretive as the moon
But I love you
Like the sun and the moon
We hide so one of us can
Shine
7.0k · Feb 2015
"No"
Brenna Smith Feb 2015
I never asked for it.
I never asked for a trespasser.
I did not want his skin to touch mine
and pull me into an ocean of fear
to do what he wants
or else something worse might happen

I wish I could feel
clean and innocent
but no amount of bleach
can burn it off of me.

*I never asked for it.
I said no
6.5k · Nov 2014
Addicted
Brenna Smith Nov 2014
I NEVER KNEW WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO BE ADDICTED. SOME PEOPLE DRINK THEIR PROBLEMS AWAY, BUT I WAS ADDICTED TO YOU AND I COULDN'T ESCAPE
4.0k · Dec 2014
Commitment
Brenna Smith Dec 2014
I think your name
would look great on my skin
Too bad your afraid of commitment
I'm just another sin
Please, really, I don't care
Go away and leave
I'll pretend that you meant nothing to my world
Or to me
I have commitment issues myself
1.8k · Nov 2014
Innocence
Brenna Smith Nov 2014
The best thing you ever had
is a punch to the face
done by a little ****

The worst thing you ever had
was the taste of cigarettes on her lips
which must of been awfully bad

The purest thing you ever had
was your family
brother to your mother and your dad

The dirtiest thing you ever had
or should I say did
was the ******* you shagged

The shittest thing you ever had
was the ******* you bought
in that small little bag

Maybe you could of fought
for all those moments of innocence
But I guess you didn't want to be caught
and that makes all the difference
"What's your worst fear?" "Lost of innocence"
1.6k · Nov 2014
Loneliness
Brenna Smith Nov 2014
I am a lone wolf
It falls between love, lust and loathing myself
The never ending bottomless abyss is pulling me in
Almost like the light you gave me never existed
But loneliness is that emotion to not feel at all
1.4k · Feb 2015
Refuse
Brenna Smith Feb 2015
I am no life raft
I will not sink and drown again
until my blood turns into fish
and I become rotten

I am a ship and I promise
I will be at shore soon.
I  promise. 1/8/15
1.3k · Dec 2014
Things Are Getting Bad Again
Brenna Smith Dec 2014
Things are getting bad again
The question has been through my mind now for several years
And all I can think is
“Right now is not the time.”
But when is it the time
To end something so destructively beautiful
820 · Nov 2014
Dancing Blades
Brenna Smith Nov 2014
They dance and spin
Across the floor
Leaving marks
Everywhere they go
They don't create something beautiful
So they hide it under a sheet
Hoping no one can ever see
Their masterpiece
813 · Feb 2015
Chronos
Brenna Smith Feb 2015
Maybe it is the wrong time
for us

or maybe

It's the right time for the wrong people
I wish Chronos would make our timing right.
775 · Dec 2014
My Angel
Brenna Smith Dec 2014
Her brown almond eyes
make the angels die
She may be smiling
but she's really crying
Too bad I never got to say goodbye
My dad says I've brown almond eyes and he never wants to see them crying and I can't help it.
572 · Feb 2015
Deck of Cards
Brenna Smith Feb 2015
I will find someone who looks at me like I am magic
Just not another deck of cards
1/3/15
500 · Nov 2014
Untitled
Brenna Smith Nov 2014
My mother told me love is a magical feeling
But she ceased to warn me
That it can be unappealing
It hits you in three

I'd come home alone
Smelling like bitter alcohol and a cheap cigarette
Along with being drenched in his cologne
Making mother upset

I'll arrive home wearing his shirt inside out
She watches me from the staircase above
She'd scream and shout
"This isn't love!"

With my makeup smeared
My love disappeared
My first sonnet
470 · Nov 2014
Crueztzfeldt-Jakob Disease
Brenna Smith Nov 2014
Her eyes glisten in the sun
Too bad her life is done
The bullet went straight through the brain
No wonder why it rained all day

She was ill to the bone
with a disease
No wonder why she'd scream
"**** me please,"

Tick-tock-tick
Times running out
Tick-tock-tick
She's full of doubt

She knew this is the end
and she could never pretend
Her smile would never sell
but maybe the gun and the shell.
Sound devices to explain a death
448 · Dec 2014
Never Stopped Being Sad
Brenna Smith Dec 2014
They ask me what it feels like to always be so dejected
It’s hard for me to understand why I was selected
I cleared my voice and I tried to explain
How I dread the desolated blood running through my veins

Imagine waking up in the morning disenchanted
That your wish has not been granted
All the bitter alcohol and pills you swallowed
Has failed to make you dead and hallow.

It sits on your shoulders all day and night
You try not to give up on this fight
But each day weight keeps getting placed
As I was not ready for their embrace.

The body of depression holds a door open for me
Unknowing that it’s throwing me into a bottomless sea
I hear people shouting and screaming telling me to evacuate
Dear friends, I have no clue how to swim, but maybe this is my fate.

Don’t break me please
I’m a fragile glass, can’t you see?
Once I drop, you can try to put me back together
But I’d never be the same from tomorrow and forever.
People ask me what it's like to be sad

— The End —