I want to write the story of a ******.
I want to write the story of a writer.
I want to write the story of a dreamer in dispair.
I want to write the story of a lover in Copacabana dreaming with Tokio.
I want to write a story about rain and the smell of wet pavement.
I want to write the story of a street poet who sells poems for food.
I want to write a story about Dublin and it's people.
I want to write a story about bath tubes full of filthiness.
I want to write a story about pub stories.
I want to write a story about how *** is gonna **** us all.
I want to write a story about how you messed up with my head.
I want to write a story that teaches humanity to stop being so naïve.
I want to write a story that teaches me *******.
I want to write a story about how I managed to learn *******.
I want to write a story about how I killed you in my head.

Fluorescent lights and tiled floors
Uncomfortable seats and printed paintings on walls
Fake plants in fake pots
And fake people with insides that rot
You wait for your turn
Burried in the corner
The corner of your mind
There where no one can find
A deep cavity in your heart
Too worn out and broken to start
Corkboards with wheels
Filled with false promises
No one needing their services
The receptionist staring into space
Curtains with dusty lace
The clock on the wall keeps ticking
Louder than your pulse racing
Your thoughts are reeling
Never releasing
Keep them in
Minds full of sin
Never forget
Relive your regret
Tissues in boxes
Signs to keep quiet
Fishes swimming around
You don't dare make a sound
Outside trees are rustling
People bustling
Dried leaves are falling
You look at the leaves that keep falling
And falling

As I stood there, I watched him leave.
He was walking away. The crowd he started to weave.
A crowd full of empty faces with empty purposes.
They were like fish, going in a single direction.
Nowhere but everywhere at once.
The halls were full of silent mindless whispers.
Before I knew it he was gone.
Suddenly the whispers were louder.
His back disappearing in a sea of people.
The deafening sound of his leaving too loud.
I turned around.
I walked the other way.

the moons of jupiter can be found in her eyes
they shine brightly

even the sun
blinks her eyes
in jealousy
the pensive green-eyed monster

It's been awhile
you and me sitting on our patio
listening to our 70's songs
'why do you love me most'
holding our hearts in our hands
you making me dinner
touching my heart..

The day you left, hurt me so
but darling there you sit wanting
oh yes wanting to come back
I have to admit, the damage was done
the pain was formed
the tears destroyed so much
but there you sit..wanting me once again...

Should I have a hard heart
a cold soul, a nonchalant attitude
should I nod my head, that yes I want you in my bed?

Should I cry my fears, tell you no
or melt in your arms once again
like I did before ???

Darling, you do look so handsome
you are promising the stars
my lips want yours, tell me something
what should I do, do I let you  in
do I let you hold my heart again?

Debbie Brooks 2014

It's elementary, my dear
This bittersweet affection that I feel
From one boy to the next I grew
Ladder rungs of broken hearts

First grade
Blonde hair and disarming smile
Recess games and hallway passes
A note in a diary and minutes spent giggling
Never talking, always watching

Fourth grade
Glasses frame of brown hair and thin shoulders
Curious enigma to come and go
A bit more literate diary entrees
One year of crossed legs and shy smiles

Fifth grade
A growing tree of lean muscle and blue eyes
Short brown hair and a charming grin
Side by side on a rubber track
Gray skies and sweet goodbyes
A bright dance floor and a shattered heart
Miserable nights and heartbreak songs

Seventh grade
Long dark hair and chocolate eyes
This spring has brought a strange surprise
Wiry muscle and soft cheeks
Once admired, then adored
An ongoing thrum of sweet affection
Sidelong glances and gym class stares
New discoveries and quiet realization
Girl can love girl

Tenth grade
A firecracker packed with mysterious boys
And an enigmatic girl
A bomb in the summer sky
Spelling new names, new faces, new hearts
A whisper of 'I love you' at long last returned
Names carved on my ribs and pulling my lips
A tightened chest never felt so good