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I stare at her as she is speaking to me - I try to keep eye to eye contact.
I watch her as she continues to speak and I am shocked by the visual impact.
Your autumn colored hair falls upon your shoulders and caresses the sides of your neck - revealing a beauty mark, freckles and skin - I am a wreck.
Your blouse is untied, the sides of your ******* are slyly revealed...

I want to hold you, caress you and jump on top of you; i want to kiss you and taste your perfume as I hold you and feel your arms surrounding me...I want you to surround me.
 Nov 2014 Brielle O'Brien
ahmo
I am but a slave to you.
Motionless.
You remain.
And I cannot fathom
Why I cannot fathom.
Why I cannot break free from these shackles
I've been unwillingly volunteered to wear.

You are my coffee date.
And why I'm always sleeping late.
You cast paleness into every inch of me,
And darkness upon any possible casualty.

I can't wrap my head around the fog.
Why have I been given so much,
Just to regard it all as gathering dust?
Is this a reminder of my fragility?
Or a framed portrait of my futility?

I am just so terribly afraid
Of what may happen if I drop.
Because the glue does not always repair
The arbitrary shattering
Of what I had hoped would be there.
 Oct 2014 Brielle O'Brien
Jay
Kiss me as the moon rises
Tell me forever is real
Teach me how to love you
And how to make you feel
Take me into the ocean
And bathe me in your love
Wrap me with your warm embrace
Fit us, like a glove
Tell stories of our future
Brag about our past
Tell the world I love you, girl
And maybe we will last
If everyone knows us
To love steadfast and strong
We give hope to all who know
And we're pushed to carry on
Letting go is easy
Living free is hard
So let's just let love sail us on
And throw in all our cards
No more playing games
This time let us be free
And ride the waves the ocean gave
Solely just you and me
And then I thought that
those big, endless dark spaces
between the stars in the night sky
had to mean Something

besides

how much nothing is in
Nothing.
I was in the car, talking to my mother... then I looked out the window.
 Oct 2014 Brielle O'Brien
Caitie
her entirety rests in his eyes.
she is enamoured with the way he speaks.
his smile.
his skin.
how scary it is to look in his eyes.
she thought,
"beautiful flames, aspirations, love."
he saw broken.
enticed by a noncommittal love,
their souls often attack one another.
reminders of a distance.
arms length in physicality,
thousands of miles separate their minds.
so many intricate thoughts,
what they speak is merely simplistic.
apart from drowning in eachother's darkness, they remain whole.
They are celestial, and far too eclipsed from reality.
Because eternity rests where their most dangerous actions prosper.
Eachother.
Something that will make them feel alive,
but ****** everything they felt was love.
 Oct 2014 Brielle O'Brien
mzwai
The eighth deadly sin is co-existence.

That is what the bible forgot to tell us.
There are scriptures of love, connotations
Of how the heart works and how it beats and what forces
It to start and stop but,
none of them explain what it goes through, when
It beats for another human being.

The arteries from the heart in a hand do not only carry blood,
But also, thoughts as fugitives of elegance which
need to be released.
The structure within them carries itself within each existent-form
On earth, and veins and arteries were made to be intoxicated
By the supplies of it in the form of what their minds choose not to remember.
It was made that way by the antagonist of memory, and
the screen on which it is displayed onto becomes eternally shattered by its strength of other loved analgesics.
Within the shards of the shattered screen is a motivation of malice,
That expresses ******* within the blood as it is circulated around of the body.

When the empathetic assemblance of the sharpness in
Both the blood plasma and the glass shards become
Heightened by the knowledge of an instigating love for illness,
It is too late for the body to blame it on anything but the contents
Of its own mind.
Eventually the walls of each blood supply will transform into thin layers of restriction,
That allow everything in,
but nothing out.

Poison is planning, and self-infection is the key to only replicating happiness.
So because of this,
whenever a man holds a human heart in the creases of his palm,
He has no choice but to bleed on it as well.

This is not for anyone else but himself...
I have learnt that today.
I hate to see her hurt
I wish she felt no pain
sometimes pain makes us stronger
she's strong enough already
been through enough
it's her turn to be happy
her turn to be loved by someone
who appreciates her for who she is
a beautiful soul
unselfish,giving
even it means giving pieces of herself
everytime she cares for another
it's HER TURN!
for someone who deserves all the happiness in the world and more,
you know who you are :)I hope you find it
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