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PrttyBrd Jan 2015
Rolling the dice time after time
Adding up points to bank a roll
Betting the odds in numbers and rhyme
Losing it all starts taking its toll

Betting the odds though it isn't a game
A thousand points at the roll of a die
Losing your heart in a useless hand
As you gamble your love upon a lie
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PrttyBrd Jan 2015
This poem has been submitted for possible publication.  It will be reposted as soon as possible upon final determination.  Please feel free to peruse my poesy at your leisure.

Thank you so much,
PrttyBrd
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For Him
PrttyBrd Jan 2015
Love transcends time and distance
Death cannot quell the loving heart
But each mile weighs a thousand pounds
And we are a thousand miles apart

Darlin' the universe has spoken
And rained down from the skies
Birthed reality in our souls
As it opened up our eyes

Life is bathed in hues of gold
The heart now beats in time
With souls who searched millenia
To be complete, sublime

But each mile weighs a thousand pounds
And we are a thousand miles apart
Love transcends time and distance
Even death can't quell a loving heart
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PrttyBrd Dec 2014
Distance holds possibilities
As life plays
With dreams yet unseen
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10w
PrttyBrd Dec 2014
The voices
          In my head
                    Aren't always
                              The best company
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10w
PrttyBrd Dec 2014
There it is again
The screaming silence
Stabbing my brain
Void of visceral sound
The pain is real
All too real
Darkness bears questions
Where the quiet births doubt
And my mind rots full of holes
Sanity and sense leak like rain
Pouring down my flesh
Painting me loud enough
For others to hear
And i wonder just how naked
My ghosts really are
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PrttyBrd Dec 2014
In the dark of night I see her
In the shadows of night she lingers
Eyes piercing the smoke of yesterdays dreams
Stabbing the life out of my lungs
With the nightmare of truth
With the longing for honor
With the screaming memories
Not of what used to be
But of used-to-coulds
When she appears
All that is left is the grit at the bottom of the cup of life
The leftover flavor of dreams gone by
The reality that I am not what I could have been
That dreams torture reality with rainbows and lullabies
With pastel hues of perfection
In the dark of night I see her
In the shadows of night she lingers
The girl I almost was
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