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Aubree S Jun 2017
There's an insight to this mysterious downpour where each rain drop reminds me of how liked your coffee black. Our slow chaotic moments where you gilded your hand through my hair to comfort my anxiety. Giving me tortured thoughts that are an fiction red reviling each one of your lies. Leading to an iced tomorrow with that wicked lust you have for the other women. The one who plays enlightenment tricks on you but you only see her for the beauty she has. I wonder when you kiss me and pull away to look at my face do see her or do you see the women you once loved.
Aubree S May 2017
Drained hands,
glued together.

Their silvered lips,
remain hostage.

In fear of,
Aubree S May 2017
You sit there,
in thought.

Your narrowed heart,
fills with flowers.

Blooming away;
with pride.
Aubree S Mar 2017
A stone wall that's turning dull from each witness; who leans against it waiting upon their desperation for our spare change. Sorrowful eyes that are so abbernat in this cruel world. He no longer notices people anymore only figures who live in a luxury world compared to him. He lives with just the worn down clothes with that reek of last weeks dumpster dive. 
      He rubs his grimy hands through his greasy hair. Pretending it feels like the women’s freshly washed hair whom sitting across from him. Eating a meal that's not only tasteful but also warm and  made with no worries of mold.
His stomach begins to cry, and the smell tries to water his month but he's too dehydrated, too weak to even move away. His bones so brentel he can barely lift his little jar filled only with two dollars worth of change. He slowly closes his pale, thin, eyelids, using his narrow, vainly hands to rub his raspy skin with those open scrapes explaining his years of loneliness.
     His only companion is his self harm from the nights filled with blistered feet.  Slouching against this dry wall, causing another dull shade. Mumbling among the birds with his drained whistled voice begging for somewhere to sleep.
Aubree S Mar 2017
The cold breeze hits me with many hammers of shame. It pounds my mind as I watch each car pass through these busy roads. They are all in such a hurry to get somewhere. I sit here on the edge of this rooftop - alone, listening to whispers that fill my consciousness with negatively:  Let go.
Aubree S Feb 2017
Our lives are defeated
with our only achievement,
being overthrown.

Sheltering from the:
ran down parks
robbed houses
crimeful news stories.

Committing to the markets that
lay across the streets,
conflicting sinful actions.

Restless dreams leaving us awake
counting down our memories,
as our days are rushed away.

Minds are only focus for the
numbness; floating to the demons
within our souls.

Our only escape
is lurking with the
shadows of the streets,
searching for the next victim
Aubree S Feb 2017
A man with a generous heart
and kind smile of giving:
with a mind filled with wisdom and compassionate thoughts,
placing himself last and his loved ones first.
He comes from a home where he is the middle child:
a father who loves farming,
a mother who loves cooking.
He has the hands of a hardworking man,
hands that define a successful life:
a life of drag races,
construction sites,
and being a wonderful grandfather.
He is the man who provides more
for me and my family than he ever should have to.
He is the man who I want to walk me down the aisle on my big day.
He is the man who is my papa,
who holds a special spot in my heart.
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