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 Apr 2014 Mostly numb
brooke
early morning grey Greeley
Violet's cats woke me up
and I left her roommate
taking a hit upstairs, just
wanted to leave, just wanted
to leave, didn't want to think
that this was the same kind
of life you were living. i'm
still not used to this you
that I don't even know
still not used to this
you that was there
all
along.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

Written to Your Hand In Mine by Explosions In The Sky
 Apr 2014 Mostly numb
brooke
have you ever loved
an old-self, a husk of
person no longer there?
maybe I am an old-self
too.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 Apr 2014 Mostly numb
Ady
Sometimes, I don't know,
whether I move to or fro.
Whoa, sorry for the overflow it seems this windy and weary weather inspires me.
 Mar 2014 Mostly numb
am
scars
 Mar 2014 Mostly numb
am
but the scars
on your arms
aren't as bad
as the screams
in your head
 Mar 2014 Mostly numb
Katie
Seasons
 Mar 2014 Mostly numb
Katie
Everything seems to be blooming
As I wilt
The sun is bright and warm
As I'm shivering in the dark

It's too late for any revival
It's winter in my heart

I'm as dead as the leaves that the sun and snow left behind
The sun doesn't shine on me
We'll fade away
Together,
In each other's arms.
No one will remember us
Or be alarmed.

So no need for goodbyes
Or see-you-soons
Because it's just us
Lost in one another's heart.
 Mar 2014 Mostly numb
Anonymous
On December 14, 2012
Children hid in cubbies,
They hid in shelves.
Teacher's surrounded
And spoke them kind words,
For out in the halls,
The shots could be heard.
Just an elementary school
Filled with laughter and joy,
Was stripped of its fun
All because of one boy.
A tear fell from America's eyes,
As we heard the news,
For now twenty-six angels,
Our country did lose.
Newtown, Connecticut
Will never be the same.
Engraved in its heart,
Is sorrow and pain.
Twenty children,
Six adults.
They didn't deserve it,
They weren't at fault.
Now all of our hearts
Are filled with sorrow,
We never expected
They wouldn't see tomorrow.
Twenty-six angels
On a friday, flew away.
Rest easy, sweet angels.
In our hearts you will stay.
"What am I supposed to do
when the best part of me
is always
*you?"
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