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 Feb 2014 Brianna
Chloe B
selfharm
 Feb 2014 Brianna
Chloe B
red wrists,
fresh blood.
God won't be able
to save everyone.
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
 Nov 2013 Brianna
Chloe B
Alcohol
 Nov 2013 Brianna
Chloe B
I'm empty.
I need something to fill me up.
Alcohol sounds good, but I don't want to be what my father once was.
A drunk.
Used to be.
One who drinks like there's no tomorrow.
Addicted?
Yes.
Still addicted?
No.
 Nov 2013 Brianna
kelly
his wife
 Nov 2013 Brianna
kelly
His wife is somewhat spooky
She looks like she's
About to cry
She somewhat is scared
She is about to die

She is dragged into the school
On a leash
She cant get away
She no longer wants to stay

He wants her there
Just to stare
While he teaches the delinqents
How to act

She is afraid
Not of them
But of what they're capable of

They can cause much grief
and much pain
When will they decide
to take their reign

To whom will they distinguish first
Shall it be me
Shall it be me?

I need out of this place
Its an utter disgrace.
You are like a cigarette
I take you in to my lungs and hold you there
And even when you're gone I can still taste you on my lips.
You are like nicotine
Because I know that you are bad for me
But I'll keep going back for more
In the future you will make me sick to my stomach
They'll find me dead
They'll crack open my sternum and find the remnants of you still in my chest.
They'll see my empty lungs from where you've taken my breath away
But like a cigarette, for now, I'll keep smoking.
 Nov 2013 Brianna
kelly
He is quite mysterious
With words that make him sound delirious
Actions oh so secretive
Its like he tries to drive me crazy
But in the end
I'm far to lazy
For him to drive me crazy
 Nov 2013 Brianna
Showman
I've learned that happiness
cannot be found in the form of a little
purple capsule.
I've learned that Pisa will have to wait until next time.
I've learned that the third mushroom
held in my sweaty palm was not as
big a deal compared to the other two opening my mind.
I've learned that a part of me
died that night where we ****** in a
room with no furniture.
I've learned that life is work and that
the molotov cocktail of Dubrah and eay mac
that came spewing from me left an orange tang
upon the floor.
I've learned that pain is better than numbness
and that jabbing a sewing needle repeatedly in my arm
was an educated decision.
Most importantly I've learned that together we are better than alone.
 Nov 2013 Brianna
Ann M Johnson
We are miles apart from various backgrounds
We are gathered together with a common love of poems and writing
The sky's the limit on what we can share
We have formed a bond and made friends that share our love of the written word
The friendships forged here have been strong, we feel like we have been friends for years
We look out for our fellow poets and they know we really care
Here on this site, I have found my voice which had been silent for far to long
I can write about many things with out fear of judgement
I can read many wonderful poems and hear your voice too
I am glad I listened to my daughter when she set me up on Hello Poetry on my Birthday
It has been a gift that keeps on giving, here I have found a Virtual Home.
 Nov 2013 Brianna
Ivie
I hold the negative feeling closer; I hold them like a bag filled with candy on the night of Halloween in a little boy’s arms,
I haven’t learnt that they give you cavities yet, my brain wrapped up in folds and folds of sheets made up of envy
Envy is like an old tree roots, springing from everywhere trying to get to the surface, the surface prone to erosion, is ****** into the black hole of envy
I can’t deny that I don’t like you talking to her, no I don’t, and I don’t even who I am anymore
This is not the person that I used to be, you have changed me so much, I worsen and worsen like a sapling left without sunlight
They say I run, away from feelings, oh I have tried to run away from you for so long but I fail like the ant trying to climb the 18th floor building,
                                     And all this time I have kept my inhaler closer to my lips than ever
You hold me close like bag full of lyrics that are going to numb your burning slashes, that’s what I am, the medicine,
But I am never the lover or the girl who speaks of things that make you laugh, like the way the poppies laugh in the soft breeze or sunflowers in the meadows
I have said goodbye more times, than the no of times, the oranges have bled their citrus in my eyes while peeling and onions have made my cry while slicing
I need to slice all my feelings, dissect them, write the formulas and theories on the white sheets and paste them on my wall,
                                         For everytime I am on the “running back to you” stage of separation
I will hold the negative feelings as far as possible; his dentist just gave him a root canal and filled up 8 cavities,
I think he has had enough of candies without brushing twice for a while and I think I have had enough of you for a lifetime.
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