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 Oct 2013 Brianna
EJ Aghassi
insects
 Oct 2013 Brianna
EJ Aghassi
the butterflies
have lost their wings
but i can still feel
them crawling around in there

just like you once lost your hair
but you came back stronger than ever
maybe this will be a similar case

they don't flutter
they long to

though in their excitement
they just squirm

but they are accepting of their particular predicament

i look at you
and
they
wiggle
& wiggle

they are okay
with their particular predicament

and so am i
 Oct 2013 Brianna
rachel
When the demons crawl into bed with you
Don't let them take over
Breath in deep and fill your lungs
Not with air,
With smoke
And when you can't breath anymore
Pull out a blade
And slash across your ribs
Letting the oxygen fill the wound
Waiting for your lungs to collapse
And when they find you empty and broken
Don't let them pick you back up
Go and pull yourself together
Because no ones truly there for you
Put on a fake smile
And cover up the injury so no one sees
Wait for them to walk away and then cry
Cry until you can't cry anymore
Cry until the air leaves your lungs again
And your forced to repeat these steps once again
So grab your razor and welcome the demons and breath in the smoke because there the only ones there for you
Grab your razor and welcome the demons and breath in the smoke because you don't want to be this cynical anymore
You're a despondent soul wasting away
Partially based off of Wintergirls
 Oct 2013 Brianna
Marti
What if I could seize this morning..
this moment where I ride my bicycle through the dawn and rising sun

crisp cool diving into spring water air
like jumping into new skin and every part of you can feel again
frost on the blades of verdant grass
frozen fire red leaves in the trees
line my path like lights on a empty runway

the world is ice and fire
and I live life with the contrast turned up
as I push faster through a moment in paradise
tired muscles broken body but I can almost go fast enough to catch the wind
I can kiss the dream I chase, I can brush it with my lips
the sweat makes it sweeter because I've earned the high
dizzy sweet rush and shadow dappled cracks blue turn path
faster and earth smells like a dream potential for something anything

What if I could give you this..

would you take it and put in in a bottle
shoot it up into your veins with the icy blue needles
push the pain away with rhapsody
spider webbing through your system and ebbing like fading stars on city skylines

Would you instead
drink it a tiny bit at a time
inoculate yourself from the horror and the red ripped raw black hole in the world
feed it to the nothing like an answer to the pull of gravity that never stops
the scream of anger and pain you always feel in the box where you shoved it down with
empty words
and fatal flaws
a drip of morphine
in the bright darkness of space

Could you build it into your soul
that broken patched up smashed shining tattered crystal
spin up this perfect fall day and make it part of your tapestry
a place upon your maps and pages that stays the same like a lake of serenity
where you can find solace
peace

can you be a place with no ceiling
only endless sky blue purple stars
can you be an ocean without end
with unfathomable depths and monsters down into the red hell deep
like I have become

Can you see me as I am
a nothing something without end
a stream of thoughts on a cold fall day
could you be an answer to the silence?
if I could give you this moment...
 Oct 2013 Brianna
Morgan
You smiled into my teeth and exhaled your whiskey breath gently down my spine.
Your voice was soft & your jokes were light;
Your hands were warm
And rough
And slow
Your eyes were quarters in your skull;
bright & aware when they were
focused on my thighs
Your teeth were crooked,
And egg shell
And interesting
Your mind was loud
And sweet
And racing

I layed awake for 365 nights in a row,
just wondering when your limbs
would come to replace my
old pillows, again

My heart has ached for you
in the most endless stream
of days and hours

But the pedestal I stood
you on, crumbled
And I stopped
waking up with
your name lingering
on the tip of my tongue

Darling
I'm sorry
but I don't think
I ever loved you
I think I loved
a version of
you
fabricated
by
some version
of me,
that died a long
time ago
& buried
the butterflies
with it

Sometimes,
no matter how badly
we wanna plug in
the life support
the best thing to do is
to throw the dirt
down over the grave
Blow a kiss
And
Walk away
 Oct 2013 Brianna
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Brilliant People
 Oct 2013 Brianna
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Talking to old friends
makes me feel happy
without all of those
my life would be
a complete
tragedy

they keep me
at ease with life
their support
makes me smile
nothing is greater
than they are
© Natali Veronica 2013.
 Oct 2013 Brianna
R
10w
 Oct 2013 Brianna
R
10w
my dreams came true
, not for me,
but for you.
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