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 Nov 2017 Tristan Brown
mr t
Some say I'm the lucky one
I have a home which comforts me
I have parents who love one another
I have a sister who is a great role model
I have friends who are special in my heart
I have abilities to run and dance
I have people who support me
I have everything provided to me

Well not everything
Not the one thing I want most

I know I'm selfish for this
I know I don't need it
But I yearn for it

I can't hold myself from wanting the one thing
That I have to stop myself from grabbing
The thing that makes me build a wall
Something to block myself
Because if not
I will strive for it
And I can't I just can't be that type of person

I tell myself "you'll live without it"
But my heart doesn't believe it
My heart longs for that extra something

I know I shouldn't
I know it's not right

But this one time
The wall is falling
One brick at a time
And there's nothing there to fix it
It can't be fixed until I'm on the other side
And I have that one special thing

They say I'm the lucky one
I have an education
I have the best pets a girl could ask for
I have clean clothes
I have a comfy bed

But I don't have the missing piece in my life
The thing that I desire

Not yet that is
I'm not the lucky one yet.
For years I tried to play the hero
always did my very best
gave everything my all
worked hard at every test
always wanted to save the world
but couldn't even save myself
now I'm my own villain
hero dreams on a shelf
I didn't save a single person
and now my dream is gone
wish I could've helped the world
but I did not have the brawn
maybe I'll be my own hero
though I'm not too sure
promise I will try my best
but the future is obscure

~S.E
Be my Hero, my protector.
  The one I can run to when
     I need a shoulder to cry on.
Be my Hero, my lover.
  The one who's name I call
    when I'm alone in this dark world.
Be my Hero, my bright light
  The one that makes my day
    brighter with just one smile.
Be my Hero, my knight in shining armor.
 Nov 2017 Tristan Brown
Nasira
Lies
 Nov 2017 Tristan Brown
Nasira
No, my heart did not beat faster
When I caught that glimmer in your eyes
No, it is not a home for secrets masqueraded in laughs
Nor a drunken love in disguise

No. My pillow is not a rainforest
Holding my tears, my cries
And I am certainly not enamoured enough
To suffer the low lows, climb the high highs

Of course I do not expect the universe
To let your whimsical words actualize
No. I do not whisper your name in the dark,
When the fear intensifies

No. I do not want to hear your voice
Your cheers of victory or exasperated sighs
The tears keep rolling down my face
I guess I'm good at telling lies.
i want to live
that's a lie
i want to die
it doesn't matter
the pain i feel
has become too real
the brightness in my life
has quickly gone away
the darkness
overcame me
the love in my life
slipped through my fingers
the sadness
took over
the light
 Nov 2017 Tristan Brown
mr t
When pens run out of ink
We throw them away
When pencils break
We sharpen them
When I performed my piece "not a pen" a good friend of mine told me this, and it brightened my whole day.
 Nov 2017 Tristan Brown
mr t
shadows
 Nov 2017 Tristan Brown
mr t
It’s nice being a shadow
Present
But not presented
Being the backdrop
Of someone else
Always below everyone else
Slowly disappearing into darkness
Not ready to be the star of a show.
 Nov 2017 Tristan Brown
mr t
Smooth strokes of a pen
Creating beautiful words
Perfect calligraphy

Written by a gentle hand
Unshaken
Drawing pictures
On clean paper

Pictures of shaping moments
Times of love
Of friendship
Of little butterflies
The fluttering wings showing sweet nerves

Ink flowing into lines
Making an aesthetic piece
Simple
Yet pleasing

Courage to move the pen
Bravery to create the next movement
Aware of the imperfections

Imperfections capable of straying from the perfect art
A splatter in the ink
A shake in the hand
A shift in the paper

Creating change
Change bringing possibilities
To do something new

Being a different type of beautiful
Force of going with the mistakes
Not being able to erase the marks
The shaping marks

But I’m not a pen
I don’t have the courage
I am afraid of change
Afraid of straying from the norm
Making my own creations

I am a pencil
A cautious pencil
Opportunity to hide mistakes
Opportunity to break in two
Opportunity to be written over

But it’s okay
I am a good pencil
I’ll let others be pens
Bold
Beautiful
Breathtaking
Pens

Every moment matters to me
My heart and soul are too fragile
And I can’t erase
What has been written by a pen
This is me.
pain is with him
they never drifted apart
not even once
the sun knows the truth
and so does the moon
yet everyone knows not
because every time he bleeds
all he bleeds is ink
I'm sorry if I did not give my poem any justification, but all that I want to say is, everytime I feel pain, I write a poem instead of telling them directly that I am in pain. Because I am so sensitive. and I feel so sorry for being sensitive. God Bless
 Nov 2017 Tristan Brown
Hi De
rest for now, dream and be ready for tomorrow
feel the pain, see it through, let go of the sorrow

I cannot imagine what you're going through
the sadness in your eyes, I believe is true
I don't know if there's anything that I can do
just remember, I'm always here if you need someone to talk to
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