Brittany nicole Smith: Favorites

May 2017 Brittany nicole Smith

Chelsea Rae

Why am I always waiting for a hand
But one that reaches for more than this body.
One that reaches for my soul and one that wants to touch parts of me no one else has felt beyond this common skin.
Reach into my dreams and heart and mind,
Find me in the murky lost abyss that is
This wandering being.

Apr 2017 Brittany nicole Smith

Would You?

Apr 2017 Brittany nicole Smith

JRF

Would You?

Would You?

Would you reach for me
if I were drowning-
even if it meant
you would be pulled down into the depths of the
sea
with me?
Would you
reach for me?
In my most
desperate moments,
if I asked for you,
would you respond?
If I called,
would you respond?
I don't think so, anymore.
I guess I wanted
more from you
than you could
ever give.

Apr 2017 Brittany nicole Smith

Moving On

Apr 2017 Brittany nicole Smith

Fidgety Midget

Moving On

I need to move on
it's time

You were the one for me
you were there for me
we shared our thoughts and dreams
I shared your bed
but now you're dead

I need to move on
I can't sit here any longer
talking to the air
pretending you're there
its simply more than I can bear

knowing you can't hear me
knowing you can't see me
knowing you can't feel me

I feel so hollow inside
too many tears I have cried

I'm lonely
without you here with me
just the four walls for company

I can't do it anymore
your death cut me to the core
this pain I can no longer endure

I will never love anyone else like you
but to find someone new
is what I want to do

It's time to *move on

Moving on after tragic loss

#love #suicide #sad #life #death #loss #on #despair #tragedy #moving

Apr 2017 Brittany nicole Smith

The Heart Of An Introvert

Apr 2017 Brittany nicole Smith

Alyssa O

The Heart Of An Introvert

What is a heart
But a thing to be broken
A place to hold thoughts
That are never spoken

An annoyance, a nuisance
It makes you blind
It fights for control
Over a logical mind

So I close off my feelings
To hide from hurt
I become quiet, soft-spoken
A lonely introvert

Apr 2017 Brittany nicole Smith

Light

Apr 2017 Brittany nicole Smith

Blake Dixon

Light

I lay here broken
without a sound
nobody cares
nobodies around

they called me useless
they called me fake
there isn't much more
of this I can take
all this weight on my arms
and their about to break.

I grab my journal
and begin to write
trying to continue
to fight
my pen makes contact
the paper tears
it's been soaked in all my tears

im out of luck
that was my last page
this is too much to deal with
at my age
all these feeling locked up
with me in a cage.

I have no way to fight
so I guess I choose flight
I grab me blade
and go to the light.

if I don't write back soon...im probably dead

Apr 2017 Brittany nicole Smith

deprived

Apr 2017 Brittany nicole Smith

Madison Elizabeth

deprived

it's not like one of those clean cuts, that leave behind nothing but a mere, white scar,
but rather that of a gouging wound; a piece of me,
no, no, an immense chunk of me, torn away.
twisted, strained, contorted, ripped,
until finally broken free
but wait, this isn't free
anything but free
like an eagle, destined to soar, held prisoner in a cage that's too small.
longing to be set free,
to fly
but simply
can't.

Apr 2017 Brittany nicole Smith

Enough Depressing Poems!!!

Apr 2017 Brittany nicole Smith

Loren W Ebeling Esq

Enough Depressing Poems!!!

What's with all the sadness?
What's with all the grief?
What's with all the broken hearts,
That cannot find relief?

I know this world has sorrow,
And often beats you down,
But why dose every poet seem,
To always have a frown?

Do they never see the beauty?
The wonder that I see?
Instead of death and chaos,
Can we get some harmony?

The sky may gray in winter,
But summer turns it blue.
And though pain plagues the best of us,
We have to push on through.

So what's with all the sadness?
what's with all the grief?
I see the world with gladness,
And that's my firm belief.

Apr 2017 Brittany nicole Smith

Broken phone screen

Apr 2017 Brittany nicole Smith

Timothy Brown

Broken phone screen

Out of frustration
I broke my phone screen
who cares?
nobody is going to call me anyway.
Rather your not going to call me anyway
Months have passed
Seasons have changed
And on this day of rememberance
I took every picture of you from my broken phone
and placed it into my picture folder
As I peruse though the memories
and picture yesterday;
My phone screams out a sound i had not heard in quite awhile.
So loud my heart almost stopped and my brain ran wild
Your ringtone, on the very second i click ok to save,
alerted me that you sent a text message today.
a text message...of all things, a text message...