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PenNameBree-Z May 2013
And then you gave me an answer
To my unspoken question.
I would remember
April 12, 2013
As the day
Of our
End.
PenNameBree-Z May 2013
It's hard for me to say
But there's not really
Another way to pen it...
I nearly died today

I nearly became number 52
And counting.
And I wasn't afraid for me,
I was afraid for you.

I feared ceasing to exist
For the first time in my life.
Because I was not to be forgotten
But irrevocably missed.
PenNameBree-Z May 2013
Do you condemn me for my thoughts?
Hate me for my honesty?
Cast me out,
Tear me down,
For your idea of sanity?

Do my words frighten you?
Curse you to contemplate?
Bring your blood,
To a burning,
Bubbling broil?

Do my riddles evade you?
Ceasingly seamless?
The madness
Full of alliteration,
And complex metaphors?


Keep lying to yourself, with your heavy heart,
As I bleed words to this page and entitle it “Art”.
This is not about pain felt for what I went through.
It’s about who I am;
I am certainly not you.

So continue to read,
As I reveal how far you have fallen.
Don’t believe me?
Then how’d you end up on the bottom?
Edited final draft.
PenNameBree-Z May 2013
My hands dare to bleed
What my heart will not seal.
Doomed to think
What I should not reveal.

Those eyes of darkness
That I didn't fall, but leapt into
Yet still forbidden
To profess to you.

Tis hopeless nevertheless
What I may think
You are whole, I am broken
And I shall never see your eyes blink.
PenNameBree-Z May 2013
My eyes stare at nothing

As the dogs bark outside

And now I’m up

Not because of the noise,

But because of recent memories

I have of you. 

You have said the dogs outside your place,

Wake you every morning.

And now I’m smiling

In a funny sort of way

Remembering that little conversation.

And I start to think;

How odd that the same noise

Should cause us both to wake.

Even though we’re so far apart…

And how lovely that something 
so strange as a distant noise

Could make me smile like I am now…

And how funny that,

Now I’m up-
-
And I cannot blame the dogs…

because…

I thought of you.
PenNameBree-Z May 2013
She was taking a walk along the shore as she invited him to join her in the sea. 
She played in the calm wake splashing and running and giggling like a child, happy as could be.
Teasing and toying; Fingers twisting, and tangling; Their faces far, than near,
But it was when she ventured in deeper waters, that he began to fear.
Her smile shone, brighter than ever before as she swam out into the water,
And even though he feared for her, he couldn’t seem to warn her.
She swam deeper, with the idea he was close behind,
And as she turned around, she was hurt by the distant find.
She called his name, and started back, tears forming in her eyes,
And just as she reached for him, the tide began to rise.
Her toes were swept out of the sand, and the ocean dragged her back.
She was dragged under, over and sideways, until she lost track
Of up and down, life and death, dreams, and what was real.
And as she surfaced, she wasn’t sure what she meant to feel.
A look back at his eyes, which she realized would never blink,
And then she cried his name once more, and allowed her heart to sink.
With the rest of her strength, she left something of herself to be found.
Then with her heavy heart, she fell, and drowned.
Years later a man would walk alone, along the shore.
Looking for the women, he once did ignore.
He would come to this place, and find a photo of himself, and more.
A message in a bottle; a message from her.
Though he wanted to understand, he was never for sure:





“I wanted to share the secrets of the sea,
But you didn’t move, and let go of me.
.  .  .
We began to drift, and your eyes didn’t blink,
Your gaze froze my heart, and caused it to sink.
.  .  .
I’m better down here, deep away from the shore,
Where I can’t hope for your presence anymore.”
PenNameBree-Z May 2013
She takes his hand and leads him
Beyond the breaking walls
He smiles and follows eagerly
A pair of wandering souls
Behind the dark and falling walls
Through the vines, tangled and thorned
Past the great seas of emptiness
And the demons evil and horned
They sigh and tell their stories 
Each one doth further bind
Laughing together like children
And leaving their masks behind
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