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Trapped in a future I never desired,
The heartaches and pain trap me high in my spire
Of grief. Relief is a state which I've never attained,
Through the years and the tears, my mind lies twisted and maimed.
Unbroken and eternal, this chain of my failures
Will adorn my body; no temple, a trailer.
In beauty there is myth
I am the brave hero
In Love there is legend
I am the blind storyteller
In truth there is fiction
I am the vagabond poet
In honour there is glory
I am the hopeless romantic
There is a silence in the house
An empty voice
There is a lack of something
And I cannot find it
I wake up early
And get out of bed late.
I do little chores but
I never get anything done
I drive to coffee shops
And cafes
I search for places that have people
But still I am alone
And so I come home
There is a vacancy here
That I cannot explain
There is a void that grows
And every day it feels larger
And the silence gets louder
As if the space in which there is no one
Gets bigger day by day
The echo of it lengthens
And the sound of footfalls
And the creak of old wood stretches outwards
And at the end of it all
It feels like a stadium filled with no one
An arena of empty chairs
And all the howling, cheering life
That isn't there
Tell me a secret
and I'll help you keep it

One line at a time
you'll be just fine

Share in this moment
I know that you want it

So take a deep breath
let it clear your head

Fill me in on your dreams
before it is you leave

Open your heart
before you depart

Just take your time
if you feel inclined

If you have the notion
to share in your motion

Please help me to see
what is your greatest need

Lay open your life
and I'll step inside

Bringing a change about
as we talk it out

If you have it in mind
perhaps now is the time

To tell me a secret
and I'll help you keep it
They were her hands,
Destined for pleasure.
Fingers tied knots
Ringed with gold,
And pointed the way
For growing old.

Palms held petals,
Bows, ribbons
And pages;
Wrists watched
The measured time
Of keys and games;
Wrapped packaged treasures,
Opened doors.

They were small
Determined hands,
Covered in flour
White skin
Powdering her face,
Inviting
Me in.

Hands held in supplication,
Joy and despair;
Hands in need
Of salvation.

Like leaves on
Autumn branches
That branches
Can't hold,
Her hands
Lost their grip,
Then closed
And fell cold.
I wish I was more,
than a second thought,
If a thought at all.

I wish I was more,
Than a safety net,
To catch you if you fall.

I wish you'd care,
Even though,
I'm always there.

I wish you'd understand,
Take your place,
And hold my hand.

I wish I was more,
than a second thought,
If a thought at all.

I wish you'd notice me,
But instead,
I feel so small.
I am just a second thought,
If a thought at all .
 May 2014 Brynn Louise
Mr X
You've broken my insides
And strengthened my outsides...
Stop trying to remember his scent, he smelled like summer and reminds you of the time he made you laugh so hard, you snorted out milk on that dead, hazy day.

2. Don't waste your day trying to decipher what colour his eyes were, it'll only remind you of the galaxies and constellations that you once saw in his eyes

3. Stop trying to retrace the shape of his mouth in the middle of the night, you'll choke on your tongue trying to taste the mint he devoured seconds before pulling you in for a kiss

4. Stop reliving the times you clasped hands together, the glass plate will fall off your trembling hands.

5. Burn this list, admit that the galaxies and constellations shining in his eyes were wilted, the one in yours are bursting with fire. Remember on the dead, hazy day his laugh sounded like nails running down a chalkboard. Remember when you kissed, the weeds growing from his mouth entangled the roses blooming in yours.

Realize that one day, another boy is going to come and plant daisies where he left behind thorns.
 May 2014 Brynn Louise
Nomad
Ding ding!
The round has started,
so put'em up,
let's see what you're made of,
how long 'till you give up!

Go ahead!
Knock me down!
Shut me up!
You won't see this boy give up!

Come on!
One more time!
Your punches ain't hardly,
worth a dime!

C'mon, c'mon!
I'm gettin' really bored!
Here, let's make it interesting,
I'll even give you a sword!

Careful now, the thing is sharp!
It ain't like what you're used to,
the strings of a harp!

Ha ha, haha!
Now it's getting fun,
now it's really time,
this fight has really begun!

Ooo! Getting close now,
you almost had me there,
watch it, watch it!
You'll mess up my hair!

**** me, and my cheery attitude,
c'mon, c'mon, relax!
Gotta take it easy dude!

Alright alright,
no more playing around,
I'll win this fight in two more moves,
and you'll be out, nice and sound.

G'night! G'night!
Sweet dreams, sweet dreamer!
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee!
Whoa, that was fast, way too easy!

Alright round 2, c'mon step right on up!
Let's see how far you get,
before you give up?

So try me, I dare ya, and I'll show you what I'm made of,
I'm made of faith, obedience, and loyalty,
but most of all,
with love.
 May 2014 Brynn Louise
Jade
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 May 2014 Brynn Louise
Jade
What are we
Where do we stand
Is there a we?
Or is it just you, is it just me
Living symbiotically.
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