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I stole them from a Bee—
Because—Thee—
Sweet plea—
He pardoned me!
Inspired by musical wonders
I write this letter to you,
why shouldn't I?
There are some things vital to know,
and the foremost is the infinite universe
within you.
It's been said a million times, I'm aware.
But a mind such as yours sees these words,
and truly grasps the beautiful concept.
Look within you.
There are streams of flowing water,
roses budding in spring,
the crisp chill of autumn,
and beauty explodes with each drop that falls on your cheeks.
You are even more than this.
Stop.
Imagine what lies beyond our vast universe.
Even a beautiful mind as complex as yours cannot understand this.
And that, my friend, is where your soul lives.
So take your words, your voice, your love;
and shoot it even farther into the unknown.
There is someone that understands.
 Oct 2016 brittany
Alexander Coy
Raise your awareness
up to the sky;

lower your standards
till they hit
rock bottom
and die

Make sure
each copper lid
has an eye;

make sure
each silver lining
isn't a lie

A shine for
a shine

makes the whole
world fine

Tomorrow
we wake up
bright and early
to nothing but
past memories

Lather, rinse
and repeat

till the *****
pile of laundry
is pristine

Our souls aren't
clean, nor
will they ever
be

That's how sin
came to be so handy

Tonight
we live for infinity,

hearts ablaze,
lungs torn apart
from all the
unnecessary breathing.
i didn't fall in love
.
.
i dived into it
.
.
without even knowing how to swim
.
.
i drowned with no one to save me
.
.
but i can't scream and ask for help
.
because i didn't fall in love
.
i dived into it
just a thought. but in reality, I fell. I avoided the water but I still fell. I never chose to dive into it. (160210)
 Oct 2016 brittany
Emily B
roots
 Oct 2016 brittany
Emily B
We talk about roots
And I have some concept
Spent my summer
Digging up plants
And moving them
To other places.

I was the self-proclaimed
Smiling Creator

But my heart
Is at home
In the hills

I can breathe here
And it has always
Been so

Limestone
Is in my bones

The sound the hawk makes
Is my blues
This is not that pome
 Oct 2016 brittany
Nina Sherizze
At the other side of the cove I'm breathing
The same air that brushes your skin
Basking in
The same light that kisses your cheeks
Waiting
The same way I've waited for years
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