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 Sep 2013 kiera
the kid
best friend
 Sep 2013 kiera
the kid
She is my best friend
The one girl who has always loved me and never left me
My side kick in crime
We stalk the cold streets at night
She has held my hand she has wiped my tears and
She has kissed me on my cheek endless times
Showing up at her doorstep ****** and crying
Had another fight at the house
She never judged me
She is there for me an I am there for her
We know no different
From punk kids to young adults
We still howl at the moon
When were drunk and not giving a ****
She is my best friend
The one I can count on when things in life
When things in my life don't seem right
I am her best friend
I have held her hand I have wiped her tears and
I have kissed her on the cheek endless times
When she is feeling lost and hopeless
She gives me a call
I fly I run I transport
I'm there
We are best friends til death do us apart
 Sep 2013 kiera
brooke
110.
 Sep 2013 kiera
brooke
on the leg press machine
I consider the serious things
in my life.
(c) Brooke Otto

August 28th.
 Sep 2013 kiera
brooke
Firmament.
 Sep 2013 kiera
brooke
can you imagine
God scattering stars
like marbles.
(c) Brooke Otto 2013
 Sep 2013 kiera
Sum It
Ever since I was, Me,
This particular me

I was told;

I cried and whimpered-

I cried and Whimpered,
as I came out of womb,
still in wail, still in snivel,

I was staggered,
in utter astound, and amazement;
For absolutely no reason,

I Sniveled,
and sniveled that day,
into the madness I was in,
out of universe, into parallel whim,

I wondered,
I wondered:
Am I dead into my bones,
Where is the world, I have known,
The world, I have known for for 9 months-

or am I just a door, opened into storms,

May be it was for today, for few moments,
the Ill be gone !
Or, May be I was reincarnated into days,
of games leading to this game;
or was I just a foible,
dependent to layers,
of layers,
expanded into life's flare;

I was staggered,
in utter astound, and amazement;
For absolutely no reason,

I cried and whimpered,
as I came out of womb,
still in wail, still in snivel,

I was staggered,
in utter astound, and amazement;
For absolutely no reason,

Peace,
Peace,
Yes, Peace, all peace,

Love
Love,
Yes Love, all love,

Harmony,
Dear Harmony,
All Harmony,

Then again,

I jump down the lanes of memories,

She says,

Are you done trumping?
Aren't you late for working?
Aren't you late for life, this real life?

Then slowly,
I go mad,
By and by,
I am Mad,


into today and tomorrows,
anxious;
into emotions and fears;
.
Covered by joys and tears;
.
Eroded into feelings,
.
leading unto her being,
.
So,
it again becomes a helpless game,
where,
I cry and whimper

And there she is,
after all this while,
she seems to be in my dreams,
or in her dreams,
where she wail, and snivel !

Glued into her memories,
her eyes, to mine,
distant aero-plane into her abstain,

not much of caring,
yet, in her cosmic sharing;

repairing myself, into her un-caring,
tunneling a way, into sharing;

that love, that peace
that harmony;

Mommy,
in her tummy, had her, as baby, where a cell grew into body;
in some hide and seek, in melancholy

a bit sloppy, a bit swampy;

into dancing infinity,
along, my pace in her infinity-
my safari, in her serenity;

like some birds, singing songs,
of wordless hums,
just some gongs,
in shores, in her floor,

a flower out of spores,
her songs,
silent applause,
of this bird, who explores,
into the space-less, horizons

that thunderbolts,
**B O O M
Written on September 2, 2013

Written in collaboration with Aadarsha Bhattarai
You can follow his blog here http://beyondpoet.blogspot.com/
 Sep 2013 kiera
ashley
guilt
 Sep 2013 kiera
ashley
its coincidental that we are reading The Scarlet Letter in class
it goes hand and hand with my regrets
a constant reminder.

rather than eating away at me
the guilt grows inside of me
except it lasts more than nine months.

similar to Chillingworth my soul is "lonely and chill"
i've tossed aside every good thing
like a scratched record or old worn-down novels.

there's a strange illusion between who i am and who i appear to be
like my favorite halloween costume
except there are no treats only tricks.

i'd be Hester Prynne's best friend
we could relate and count our flaws like astronomers count the stars
we'd compare who is worse
us or satan.

she wears her "A" i wear my smile
but we both wear shame as well as we wear our favorite dress
every lie threaded together to form the perfect sin
the same gown we wear on our deathbed.

the secrets flow within my veins
sometimes i wonder where all my blood has gone
it dropped to my feet making them deadweights
except the only weight is the consequences on my shoulders.

guilt.
 Sep 2013 kiera
Sadie K
Struggles
 Sep 2013 kiera
Sadie K
Perhaps the most significant
of all my struggles
in life
is the fact
that even my immense
love for words
fails to express
the way I feel when
you look
at me.
 Aug 2013 kiera
brooke
In October you
made me soup
after I said I
hated you.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Aug 2013 kiera
marina
puppet shows
 Aug 2013 kiera
marina
these days, i like to pretend
my hands don't shake and
my lungs don't collapse
when i hear your name
[but you've been tugging at me
with puppet strings
and i don't know if
i can breathe
because you
let me or if i am
finally
free]
 Aug 2013 kiera
brooke
rope.
 Aug 2013 kiera
brooke
my heart
toils at
night.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Aug 2013 kiera
brooke
Part 2.
 Aug 2013 kiera
brooke
Because despite
everything love
is resolute.
(c) Brooke Otto
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