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 Nov 2017 Tristan Brown
PrttyBrd
I will wait
blindly scraping through each day
on skinless knees
clawing through with bloodied fingers
searching for the truth to clench to

I will wait
in the bowels of a twisted mind
bending flickers to shadows
in endless search of the light
that teased with relentless promise

I will wait
for this Hell to freeze my bones brittle
buried in glacial daydreams
of a time that day meant
I could feel the warmth of the sun

I will wait
for the accidental happiness
that covered me like a puddle I fell into
while stumbling through existence
simply drawing breath

I will wait
in jagged darkness for the only reality
that makes sense of this place
for in that union is peace so pure
it washes the universe in light

So, yes, I will wait
an eternity of gaping wounds
bathed in the brine of silence
never giving voice to the grated truth
of the best part of who I am
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It’s the saddest thing in the world
To realize things will never be the same
But somewhere
Deep inside you
You come to the conclusion
You don’t want things to be
And that’s okay
Though the moment may have been good
It’s no longer reality
So you do what anyone else would do
You enjoy the moment
But you don’t ever go back to it
yeah
people walk away
everyone does
even the best people on earth will have their breaking points
and they will stand up
and leave
and they won't come back.
at the end of the day, you're the only constant in life
it's a little overwhelming
to think
your best friend is no longer there
and is
never
coming
back.
people go and if they do, let them
Slowly, then suddenly all at once
The moment fades
And the person you always thought would be there
Was suddenly gone
The way the leaves fall
At the end of autumn
One day they’re there
And the next
You’re staring at a bleak tree
And you try to remember the bright colored leaves
But you just can’t seem to
It’s like
Knowing you’re going to miss a moment
While you’re still living it
You have to create new memories
And you’re tired
You’ve spent so long creating something so wonderful
And within an hour
Everything is gone
And you’re stuck with all these memories you don’t know what to do with
Friends aren't always there. I've learned to cherish the moments and move on.
Life is not about the sad and the hopeless.
Life is not about death and loss,
because if life was about all the bad things,
If life was black and white,
life wouldn't be worth living.

Life is about laughing,
so hard your stomach hurts
It's about a baby,
laughing for the very first time.
And their laugh,
makes it feel as though there is no bad in the world.

Life is not black and white.
Life is bursting with color.
There is more good in the world than there is evil,
and people seem to forget.
They focus on the bad.
They only see the cruel people of this world.
Happiness is not a luxury.
It's not a privilege,
it's a right.
Everyone has a right to be happy,
every single person.
There are so many good moments in life to focus on the bad.
i don't know,
how to write you in a way,
that makes you as safe as my childhood home.
i can cover you in a blanket of verbs,
i can shroud you in adjectives until it hurts,
i can fill you with nouns until you feel chained to the ground.
it seems as if there isn't even one thing i'm incapable of doing,
and then you ask me to paint you pretty.
with what, darling?
i made your eyes out of all the monstrous things i've seen,
and your legs from the darkest places i've been.
i crafted your bones out of the metal that used to cling to my teeth,
and your blood from the multicolored ink that helped me write all my gut-wrenching things.
i gave you a heart from the graveyard down the street,
and your eyes from the streetlights where we used to meet.
i formed your feelings from the jar of fireflies atop my dresser,
and your lips from the secrets i held with my english professor.
aren't you pretty?
because you look beautiful to me.
*(even if i shaped you from all my worst qualities)
you fit me better than my favorite sweater
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