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  Jun 10 Bri
unnamed
I am shy and quiet
writing is my speaking voice
it gives me my say.
  Jun 10 Bri
Kezexxe
If fate is a friend,
Then pain is too.
Bri Jun 10
Clouds gather,
Holding on tight
To your weak little lungs
And hurt little heart.

Suffocating,
Fast and strong-
Your ribs crack like a whip.

Pushed under pressure,
Breathing becomes a distant memory.

Rain leaks from your eyes,
Slipping softly down your cheeks.

Thunder sounds when you open your mouth.

The storm in your chest-
Overwhelming.

You are engulfed.
Your stomach writhes,
Yearning for release.

You reach the zenith of your pain.

The storm calms.
The wind slows.
The thunder fades.

Leaving a tranquil, serene place
In the midst of disaster.
  Jun 10 Bri
The Invisible Poet
it has been days since I last talked to you
it's been very freeing
not having to worry about saying
the wrong thing
and being too much
or not enough
I could never be just right for you
there was always something wrong
with me or what I did or said
it's so freeing not talking to you
being ignored or forgotten
I am free now that I'm no
longer trapped in the shackles
disguised as love and kindness
that you gave me
Bri Jun 10
What is truly love?
A bold show of affection?
Or pure emotion?
Haiku
Bri Jun 10
Brain churning deeply
Storm clouds race across my mind
Waves crash endlessly
Haiku
Ruminate: to think deeply
  Jun 10 Bri
unnamed
When society ,
says you're wrong about your rights
Question their answers.
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