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 Apr 2015 Brooke Robinson
Chloe
Even after 3 showers and a bath,
my right thigh still says
“Property of him”
in faded black Sharpie
with an arrow pointing between my legs.
I’m too afraid to scrub it off
because I don’t want his feelings
to wash away with the words.
Maybe I’ll get it tattooed
in hopes that if the words stay
his feelings will too.
They call it permanent marker
but everything I have ever let touch my skin
has left with the promise
of forever
still dancing in my head
I remind myself that
forever is unattainable
but then I look in his eyes as he says
“I love you.”
and suddenly forever seems an arms length away.
So tonight I might take a bar of soap to my thigh
and wash away the ink
because although some things aren’t permanent,
some people are.
The time I spent,
Wishing for more,
It's now to repent,
For the times I felt roar.

To be by your side,
I think of nothing else,
Only to reside,
And be my only self.

Let the love be forever,
And learn the way of the heart,
Where everything gives for never,
Like a single piece of art.

We knew it won't last,
But we kept decieving,
Regrets that run fast,
Through the veins of reviving.

I wish, but there's no turning back...
Although there might have been bad times, but it was still a beautiful experience that you'll never forget.
Sometimes you'll bring it up in your memories and smile back at those stupid times and just feel the innocent love all over again.
 Apr 2015 Brooke Robinson
Rj
I only wonder do you feel it when our eyes lock?
 Apr 2015 Brooke Robinson
Sky
New note

Blank page

No pencil,

no pen

Just a smart piece of plastic

With a yellow background

and a keypad.



New note

Blank page

Half-awake and

bleary eyes

Half-blinded by no light

As the early morning

starts to rise.



New note

Blank page

Not sure what to write

A dozen thoughts

Spinning and twirling

And dancing and singing,

searching for release.
 Apr 2015 Brooke Robinson
Sky
I am not one to write
words of love, but
Surely I must make an exception
for you

You pulled me up from the bottom
of the darkest sea
And into my hand you placed
a little candle to help me see

The other hand you took in yours,
Giving it new warmth
A heat that spread through my veins
and sent the fear away

We walked upon the diamond sand
and gazed up at the stars
Whispered secrets, shared stories,
found that we share pain

Now. hold me close
and don't let go
You keep me from falling down
Keep my hand warm inside yours

It's cliche to say that you
brought sunshine back to me
Even when no one else
seemed to truly see

I was lost, and I was alone
but you found me
I hear your voice, I take your hand
and now I am complete

I am not one to write
words of love, but
Now I have made an exception
for you

For you have surely earned these words,
scratched down in pale morning light
You treat my heart so carefully,
you're sure to do what's right

So let me keep
my hand in yours
As we walk
through the night
 Apr 2015 Brooke Robinson
Chris
.

Pathways lead,
I follow with my eyes closed
euphonious tender wings
of painted treetop songs
counted in measures of bliss

Sunsets drift,
tangerine sleeves roll the horizon
as symphonic emotions call
in echoes of promise
lingering in eternal dreams

Destinations wait,
in distances of northward thought,
where cities come to meet,
and skylines form in your melody,
choruses of breathtaking brush strokes

Passion abounds,
played of satin stringed desires,
sonnets on silhouettes float
in the  harmonies of my heart
*singing sweetly with you
 Apr 2015 Brooke Robinson
Matt
It all started last week, when we walked down the hall,
I said that I loved you, that I’m yours above all,
You looked into my eyes, with much disbelief,
Not knowing what I knew, what was underneath.

It hurt really much, that you declined me,
But I knew and I know, that we could never be,
It was hopeless from start, from end, and from now,
How could I dismiss, how could I allow.

You was the girl of my life, and I know you still are,
But it feels like I was hit by a large, big freight car,
Dark contemplation, don’t now what to do,
I can’t live like this, I have to follow through.

I’m lost and adrift, can’t find my way back home,
It faithfully feels, like I’m stuck in a dome,
Nothing can bring me back, I'm too far way down,
The only option left, is to let me drown.

I can feel it myself, that the end is near,
We have to cohere, but it’s still to severe.
Pictures of dead people I know
are smiling and are so full of life
hanging on my wall
reminding me
to seize this day,
because it's not cliche,
and it won't come again.
They always expect me to be something
To be like someone
To the point that I don't know who I should be
I am myself
But not when they're around
They're like soldiers keeping me in place
They try to set standards and I on the other hand try so much to reach them
I wonder
Will they accept me for who and what I am?
Will they understand my actions and the reasons behind them?
I always doubt they would
But besides these things
I just want to be free
Can I really be?
Specially when they are what I call family

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