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Brigette Beck Feb 2016
All the pieces lie where they fell, yours and            
mine. I want to line those pieces up                                              
and keep the promises I made.
We need to start our journey.
And who knows? That may not
be so hard. Maybe
it’s already
begun. But
if not,
then
we
will go
together.
And don’t forget,
wherever you go,
I am always with you,
and I am thinking of you,
wherever you are. Because we
were once waiting for our birth by sleep,
when the world was like watching a dream that
we couldn’t wake up from. That scattered dream
was like a far off memory of
who we were. And in you and I,
there was a new land. But we
departed from that land,
and we started a
whole new journey
with friendship
to guide
us.
And
now I
step forward
to realize
this: our hearts have touched.
And the heart may be weak,
and sometimes it may give in,
but there’s a light that won’t go out.
And the darkness will not touch my heart
because of you, your light in the darkness.
You’ll be in my heart, and when the time comes
when we must go our separate ways,
our hearts will still be connected.
Whatever happens, we will
always be together
because of the bond
you and I have
always had
and will
share.
So this is kind of long, but it's an extended version of a poem that was published somewhere else. It was written about a year ago, but it's still one of my favorites.
Brigette Beck Feb 2016
How can one feel nothing, yet everything?
How can life be a blur, yet crystal clear?
Reality shifts, and the mind will cling
To any source of light to keep the fear
Of losing all the world, oneself, at bay.
Already lost, the world is so unreal.
The songs have lost all meaning, shades of grey
Make up the world, and the heart turns to steel.
Words flow without control, so purposeless.
It's like a dream, the way life can fly by
And leave you as a nervous wreck, a mess.
Life breaks you, and then only says goodbye,
And all you can say in the midst of pain:
“I can’t believe in anything again.”
Brigette Beck Feb 2016
What lies beneath
in a dive to the heart is
A desire for all that is lost:
the twinkle in the sky,
the monochrome dreams,
a walk in andante;
among the fragments of sorrow
and sinister shadows.
Isn’t it lovely?
The nights of the cursed,
the rage awakened,
the waltz of the ******
in a cavern of remembrance.
And the other promise,
made to old friends, old rivals
in a dance to the death.
What a surprise,
the darkness of the unknown
and what lies beneath
in a dive to the heart.

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