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 Oct 2013 Brianna
K Balachandran
He embraced a glowing ember,
did he think,  it was a rose?
He hoped she was one, later many times,
she too wished a change, but couldn't
she wasn't a dying ember either
she was intense, spreading slow fire.

Life springs surprises, at every turn, like this one
at your expense, learn to live with it,
find out what works for you , what doesn't
This is a part of the game
it's  real to the very end.
On cold evenings, frozen nights
she was so alive, so near to his heart,
she did give warmth, they snuggled closer,
winter was when she was a great comfort
her eyes peered deep in to his soul, he felt,
what else one needs, such golden moments are heaven born.

The world we live appears strange sometimes
passing through many seasons of the heart,
winter is just one of that, at times one is  not in control.
During summer her sultry presence was terrible
she shows no will to change, she was the  season itself.
He embraced her with all his heart, how could  even think
of letting go, but  he should have,
that would have been better, for the two, perhaps.

"Don't turn bitter, see whatever bright
left in your world, don't let it go dark.." he heard his heart.
A speck, a bit of gold dust,
a smile she forgot to deny, and tender thought
about her that deeply moves his heart,
A blue flower --
he  unconsciously adorns her raven black hair
Not all  lost, though passage of time
makes the trees bare, their  garden look barren without flowers,
But winter is the best of seasons for her, think of that,
her heart brims with love, he forgets summer once more.
 Oct 2013 Brianna
-
I don't write to impress
or to be a part of
a writing cult
I write to express
hoping that
people can relate
nothing more
nothing less
so think of that
before you comment
on my personal poems
© Natali Veronica 2013.

kinda annoyed right now. needed to vent.
 Oct 2013 Brianna
Anna
I'm a *******.
An emotion addict,
Dramatic,
A ******* deatbeat-
But I don't steal.
*******.
 Oct 2013 Brianna
Anna
Crimson leaves peek through the mist of morning.
Bright and brittle like me;
They cower and continue hiding.
 Oct 2013 Brianna
T
No matter how long I stood under that hot water
It could not beat the defeated feeling from me
If anything it only bruised me more
I stared at white porcelain and products that
No matter how long I scrubbed
Left me feeling just as clean as that grimy shower curtain
I was coming to the conclusion that this wound was more than skin deep
And I had know that before, but I wore denial as a blindfold
Because in the darkness I couldn't see that all the makeup that I pretended wasn't very much
Was doing nothing to hide the puffy red and purple eyes
Evidence of tears, too many to allow for sleep
I'm too much of an open book for makeup and clothes to make any difference
I know, they know, you know
I'm tired of the look
The look of pity that has morphed into one of exhaustion, because they are all getting bored
With my mundane heartbreaks
I don't blame them
But this isn't sadness anymore
I'm lost
I feel defeated, by myself mainly, because I can't even pretend I'm mad
I'm just lonely, and I'm tired of not knowing what to do, or how to feel
I want to let it all go and have the "fun time" they're all living
But I don't like their fun, it's too much
I'm too fragile, always so fragile
I don't want to believe it's done and the all the best things break
I don't want to forget you, the way you looked at me, acted around me,
held me close in that same shower
I'm preventing my own healing
I'm fighting myself, still
And I'm just really
Really tired
You were warned.
 Oct 2013 Brianna
maybella snow
sustaining myself
just           enough
to  last  two  years
until  i  move  out
and   escape   this
place   of  insanity
 Oct 2013 Brianna
maybella snow
i'm in the mood
to throw around my heart
anyone want it?
hot potato, pass it on
its okay if you just want
to mess around
i'm not right for an
actual relationship
but **** me over
as others have done
and leave me lost
its okay
i asked
for it
 Oct 2013 Brianna
Clovina
I hated you...
Your smile,
Your laugh,
Your cheerfulness,
It all makes me sick.
And yet we've became friends....

Slowly...
You coax me,
Into caring for you,
We've became friends...
But soon,
That all changed...

I saw a good you...
One who was nice,
One who cared,
One who was always there,
But then you left...
Where were you when I needed you the most?

I cried,
And cried.
My tears unseen.
I cry,
My cries.
Never to be heard.

I protected you,
I cared for you,
But your naiveness
Always take away your reason....

You get hurt,
But I pick you back up....
Why would I pick you back up?
I thought I hated you...

I was deceived...
You get broken,
I pick up the broken pieces,
Again and again.

You take the pieces back,
And still...
broken...
And still like a fool
I pick them up,
Trying to fix them.

I cared too much...
I *hated
you and yet I was there....
And so I left...

Tired of picking you up
Tired of fixing your broken you
Just to be broken again and again by your naiveness
Tired of being jealous of you
Tired of hating you
Tired of caring for you
Tired of being a fool
And most of all...
Tired of being a bad friend....
This is why I left you....
And yet I don't know why I wrote this...
You'll never see it.....
Because you never knew...
I lost my trust because of you...
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