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 Mar 2013 Brittany J
Micheal Wolf
Works of love
Words of hate
Works of pleasure
Words of pain
Works of life
Words in death
Works of fear
Words of regret
Works of healing
Words of peace

All works are words
Oh how you all write
HP and Anthology
Works given flight
Your there when I want to be alone
Your just laying there
Drunk and bleeding
Do you even feel pain
You are somewhat of a marvel
Your pulse still evident
Your smile so grand
But I can see your cracks
The missing pieces
How I feel pity for you
But empathy as well as sympathy
How can you live life
So broken and bruised
And not feel pain
Maybe you can hide it
But I have this strange feeling I know you
So I ask you as you lay at my feet
Drunk and bleeding
Do I know you?
Wait now I see
As a sudden pain in my chest erupts
And caves in leaving a whole
Wide like the vacant sea
You are my heart
I would have nothing to write about had I not taken the motto my father raised me by seriously.

“**** anyone who doesn’t respect you”.
 Mar 2013 Brittany J
Akemi
Tying off every sentence
Before formation
You leave so many knots to develop
Forming a physical
Representation
Of deeper ires and darker fears
Than that which crosses
Daily paths

So many rescinds
It begins to feel
Ordinary
To reject and pull out
Of living these
Daily paths

Soon the ache transcends
Mentality, emotional core
Shivers itself down
Strips and tears itself out
Emerging as
A surface twitch
Developing to
Repetitive kinks
Growing cancerous hives, you carry monstrous minds
Hulking demons that force you
From daily paths
11:41pm, March 1st 2013

Too fearful to utter what’s on your mind, you let all your hates, discomforts and fears brood.
You create such terrible burdens, forgetting how to relax; tense 24/7.
Knots form in your back.
These are thoughts that weigh heavily; dark futures, dark pasts, dark presents in the world.
You brood and brood and brood.
Closed up for so long, you forget how to reopen.
It is more ordinary to be isolated, alone.
These cruel and terrifying thoughts shake your core;
Emerge themselves as dark words and cruel whispers.
You grow so very bitter, unreasonable.
You've forgotten how to speak in soft tones.
Every knot is a curse to utter,
Veering you off from living life in happiness.
You've become as bad as what you hate.
 Mar 2013 Brittany J
brooke
I wish i had
the capacity
for affection.
(c) Brooke Otto
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