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 Oct 2013 Sean C Johnson
brooke
sometimes i bury my
stress and put on a
clean face, tell people
I'm relatively unfazed
by everything but I
splintered this morning
over eggs and toast

they say He never gives
you more than you can
handle but bits of me are
seeping out the cracks.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Oct 2013 Sean C Johnson
brooke
each perfume
reminds me of
a time passed.
truly, i just want
to live in the present.
(c) Brooke Otto

I'm tired of living in old scents and photographs.
Do you hear it?
the male cricket sings
the swallow sings
the bees sing
we sing
                                                            ­                        even if it's in the hollow of our hearts
we dance                                                            ­       even if it's in the hollow of our bodies
we Desire                                                         ­       even if we keep it hidden under our skirts
and you can't contain it
                                                              ­                    girls and boys, don't you lie
Food,
Power,
Money,
***,
Chaos
                              ­                                                   and yet im sitting here like really?
                                                                ­                 I am so low!
                                                                ­                 How can i revel in such lowliness??
                                                     ­                            Oh, do i revel in my desire.
Do you want to know why i am like this?
                                                           ­                      because I am human.
Desire
Desire
Desire


We were given this
All in an attempt
to bring us ever closer
to His heart.
More like a rant, but I hope you enjoy.
Desire was given for us, a desire to delve into his other creations.
Because in his other creations
we find God.
Stretched across me.
Tight against my chest and settled at my lap.
I t  t a k e s  m e  a w a y.
Surrounds me, over my shoulders,
Pushing me back,
against your chest.
I take a d-e-e-p breath........
1,2,3,
Hold me tight,
Help me feel free.
Compressing my heart, it beats, against, yours.
And i want to collapse,
crash hard,
so i can feel you pull me to safety,
I want bruises to remind me I am yours.
Arms across my chest, and around my lap,
You can't see my tears, as they fall in exhalation,
Of feeling your skin, against mine.
Tightly we bond, meshed together,
I push harder, you hold me closer,
I push faster, you hold me tighter,
I stop hard, you encompass me.
And,
If i should have ever, ever, ever,
crash and burn,
I know that you would be, there.
My safety net.
My synchronised heartbeat.
My safety belt.
My seatbelt.
My, You.
Hold me closer, never let me go.
Hold me tighter, and i will feel free.
Hold me, just hold me,
and never let me,
go.
It disgusts me to think we neglected to give it a name.
LOVE
It was love, *******.
 Oct 2013 Sean C Johnson
brooke
i fondly recall you
as I take steps forward
and sip the new air:
an acquired taste
that I welcome.
(c) Brooke Otto

step by step.
Drink you in my tea tomorrow
I dont mind waiting for you.
Even with my boots full of snow,
Baby, I'm yours lets go!
Take my hand,
and just listen to the band,
the sea and the sand.
This ring on my finger,
it never wieghed me down.
I have heard your voice on a payphone,
I have heard your voice in distress.
I have heard your voice
through my tears, and your tears.
I have heard your voice in love.
But never have I heard your voice in Hate.
Losing my touch on reality,
as my hand print fades off the window screen
and I'm waiting, waiting but I don't know what for...
Living for now but I'm lost in a vision
I'm Alice,
I'm falling,
falling
because I think all the crazy people are the best too.
Wishing I was crazier and you were too.
Why do you plaque my dreams but never appear in my reality?  
Only to leave dust covered thoughts
that are suspended in the air
words never said.
You don't know how I love too much, too passionately.
Do you know me at all?  
With a heart so malfunctioned and constant as mine.
Does this scare you? Is that my crime? 
 You don't know me, not really
but you've stolen your way into my nightly monologue 
 like a thief in the night. 
It leaves me to wonder-
 Will I dream tonight?
Or will I see you and your forget me knots in real life?
 Oct 2013 Sean C Johnson
brooke
Air.
 Oct 2013 Sean C Johnson
brooke
i miss you less and less
and wonder what it is
that i am holding on to
(c) Brooke Otto
A burning star went out last night,
While I paced across the floor-
For, nothing casts as bright a light
As that which is no more.

I saw it flicker distantly,
Across the tortured skies,
Lamenting it's torment, patiently
Because passion yearns demise.

And now, as its reflection wanes
With the subtle, indifferent moon,
Rays pour through my windowpane
To announce its emerging doom.

Oh, fragile beams, you're not alone:
The world is too at bay,
As you beat against the night- unknown,
For, your splendor casts decay.

Yes, I've seen the sun set many nights,
And held my head to sea,
But never felt a greater fright
Than the light quivering in me.
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