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Bri Jun 2016
I sit here at 2am
wanting to talk to you
because I can’t sleep.
These thoughts are keeping me up
and I swear I’m losing myself because of them,
I feel so empty and so cold
the only thing keeping me warm is
the smoke from this burning cigarette.
  Dec 2015 Bri
heather leather
he is not heaven. he is not a deep breath of fresh air after being
trapped inside for so long he is suffocation. when his saturated fingers
touch me I am filled with a never ending fire that keeps me
awake until two a.m. and makes me question everything I've
ever believed. he likes to swear up and down on the metal cross
around his neck and pretend he is God when he looks at me.
his kisses are never filled with love they are filled with narcotics
and taste like a bittersweet kind of hatred. he smokes quietly and
slowly inhaling every toxic fume and making clouds
big enough to convince you that they are skies. everything about him
screams shades of cool he is blue he is black his smile is gold
his eyes are grey and he is the color spectrum at its darkest.
he speaks quietly and laughs loudly and cries silently when
he thinks nobody can hear him. I wake up every morning to the
sound of tiny bullets of water scorching his back but he
likes the burn so I do not say a thing. he loves the way I sing
and teases me endlessly and whispers ****** things when
our friends are around because he is an exhibitionist.
I do not know what this is. I do not know who he is.
but at the same time I do not know who I am either,
we are cataclysmic together and wreak havoc wherever we go
but there is something so beautiful about what a disaster
we are together that i do not want to say goodbye.
he is the lover I never have to worry about loving back
and that if nothing else matters

(h.l.)

11.25.15
"oh **** i think i'm falling in love again. someone pass me the *****, this is going to be one helluva year"

colors by halsey
Bri Nov 2015
As I looked up all I was able to see were the stars and the cold air leaving my mouth as I was breathing. My body felt numb and there were no more tears left to cry. I trusted him and all he did was bring my world into flames. I thought he cared for me just like I cared for him but his feelings were never the same. As I was laying there my mind went back to the memories. The way he made me feel free, safe, like someone actually cared for me. How can someone like him just easily forget and leave behind something like this. I don’t know what to feel at this point but all I know is that as the months pass by I’m gonna lose myself and my mind slowly and painfully.
  Nov 2015 Bri
David
If you spit blood
while brushing your teeth:
it could be a sign
of gum disease.

And if you feel
pain and distress
it might be a sign
that you're depressed.

And if you are
anything like me,
it could be a sign.
It might just be.

If you ache
and you don't know why,
it could be sign
that you need to cry.

And if you cry
and there's no relief,
it could be a sign,
that like a thief
life has taken its toll
and its becoming too much;
and now you've grown
cold to touch.

If this sounds
anything like you
it's probably a sign,
that there are two.
That together we fall.
and that what you're going through,
is nothing new;
so hold onto something,
anything,
and I will, too.
  May 2015 Bri
Kaitlyn A Warnken
Sometimes,
somewhere in my mind it scratches through the surface.
It eats me alive inside. So how is it that*  I am  still apart of this life.
In mine,
  Corruption
in my criminal mind leaves me  NOT  fine.
Chosen  to keep moving closer to my heart that can still be defined.
Inclined and unaligned through my spine,
  I see the  story through my eyes and it pulls me behind.
My
  world  is unkind.
As  for this life
I used to fight,
and for I
  never  shined.
So It's
  FINE?
No, here I wine about the life of my  **corrupted minds.
Directions:
Read full poem,
Then go back and just read the Bold worlds.
  May 2015 Bri
E. E. Cummings
i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
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