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 Oct 2017 Tristan Brown
NTR
The winter this year will be the coldest one by far
I can see it in the coldness of my heart
Got bills to pay but my car wouldn't start
Had to heat my house with gas siphoned from my neighbours car

The winter this year will be the coldest one by far
I can feel its cold in my bones
the way they creak like old folks' homes
some days it feels like I'm trying to move through coal tar

The winter this year will be the coldest one by far
I can see the cold in my old friends' gazes
Whispers behind my back, the usual phrases
"Still playing guitar?"
"Still want to be a star?"
"Doubt you'll ever go far."

The winter this year will be the coldest one by far
I feel the cold coming out of my veins
my nerves so frozen I can't feel the pain
I only numbly hope that it doesn't leave a scar

The winter this year was the coldest by far
I was starting to think it might be my last
But somehow before i knew it winter had passed
Looking back I wonder if it was really so hard
Winter ended in August. Wrote a SAD poem for it.
Whater is cold?
 Oct 2017 Tristan Brown
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Beauty
 Oct 2017 Tristan Brown
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Beauty
It means something different to everyone
I once felt beutiful
But then I was called hot or ~****~
And I was told that I had a "nice ***"
Then I felt ugly
I hated my body because of the degrading names a boy call me
I was trapped
But then I broke from those chains and found myself again
And now I see my beauty
It was there all along
It will never go away again
 Oct 2017 Tristan Brown
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Never
 Oct 2017 Tristan Brown
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Never in a million years would I have thought that I’d be without you.
Living without you.
Growing without you.
Being without you by my side for every step and every breath I take.
You were supposed to be my first EVERYTHING!
My first date.
My first teenage “love”.
My first kiss..
The first person I drove when I got my license.
You weren’t supposed to be the boy 500 miles away.
You were supposed to be the boy who looked out for me.
The one who held me tight as we danced the night away.
That talked me out of dating that stupid boy who only wanted one thing.
Then made sure that my heart never got broken and if it did you would take care of it.
That I didn’t cry on my Sweet 16 or the days leading up to it because of one stupid boy that I thought I loved.
You were supposed to be the one that I came to that summer night in tears.
You should have hugged me and told me I made the right choice and it would all be okay.
Instead I called you crying and you listened to me for half an hour as I tore your heart into pieces.
I’m sorry for breaking your heart those 8 months, trust me, it broke mine too.
Never would I have imagined in a million years that we would have fought so much and you would have been right in the end.
Never would I have imagined your first love not being me.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
You should have been here.
To see me run.
To see me swim.
To see my world come crashing down.
To see me almost quit and give it all up.
You should have been there to tell me I’d get back and it would be okay.
To tell me that the pain would go away and to chase my dreams.
It shouldn’t be this hard.
I should see you everyday.
I should not see you once every few years, if I’m lucky.
Never would I have imagined that cold November day in 5th grade would impact my life this much.
Never would I have imagined going through school alone without you by my side.
Never would I have imagined not knowing what your house looked like.
What your room looked like.
What your house smelled like.
Or if I were still taller than you.
The only first you may ever be is the boy who will tell me I’m beautiful and in return I will believe you.
But for now, you are my first true love as well as my first heartbreak.
the truth about friendship, love, and heartbreak and how they all interact with eachother. i miss you more and more as the minutes tick by. if you ever see this i want you to know that i will always love you..
 Oct 2017 Tristan Brown
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like the flower picked for its beauty,
i am the one left behind.
the one that is not perfect.
not good enough to take home to your mom.
to show off.
or be proud of.
i grow more beautiful and stronger each day.
leaving you speechless in the end.
this is about you and about us. you were never truly proud of me to show me off nor did your mom ever like me. so thankful for showing me how not to be loved and giving me the inspirtation to write this poem.
The good captain knows that when his ship is going down
he must try to get everyone off safely before they drown.
Only at the last moment he thinks of himself if no one else is around
and his mind is then at peace knowing everybody is safe and sound.
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From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Man acts like a parasite on the surface of the earth
and eats away at the life of the planet since his birth.
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From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Die
In this neverending sky
You can not die
I will be here
To get rid of your fear
To help you move on
From the things you've done wrong

You will not die
Because I will try
To fix problems that aren't mine

You shall not die
As I live for another day
You shall too, breathing where you lay
I will give you a new name
Let us play this twisted game

You must not die
Else, I will be alone
Who would accompany me when I'm on my own?

Please don't die
I can't live on without you
I wouldn't know what to do
When you are gone
I can't hear your song
Of happiness and joy

I will die
If that means you live
That you could move forward and believe
I will gladly do it in your place
So please don't die under my watchful gaze
As a friend, as a lover
As someone who did things together

But right in front of me
I saw something I shouldn't possibly have seen
A figure, cloaked in black
Holding a scythe, bringing you back

You have died
And so did I
When you love someone very much
 Oct 2017 Tristan Brown
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The real me
what is it
Is it defining a character
or
Is it knowing one's actions

My family and friends think they know me
but
how can that be
when i don't even know
the real
me!
Having to know the real you in this complicated, peer pressured world is very difficult to achieve especially when you're part of the minority group of people.
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