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 Jan 2014 Shelby Brown
Jacob
We cross paths
and I want to scream at the thought
of you and I not saying hello;
because I know that it isn't a simple kind of romance
and society will always want to tell me what's right,
but why does wanting you feel so wrong
and loving you feel so right?

I can see us together in my dreams
with my arm around you as we sleep;
we embrace our warmth beneath the sheets,
and that is when I love you the most
because I can't see us elsewhere.

Does this heartache last forever
if I never give up on you?
Nothing ventured, nothing gained they say
and the worst of it is right now
because I have no courage to pour my heart out
and say that I want more than anything to be with you.

Maybe one day I can call you mine
or say that your once my everything
but I know better than anyone
that you either stay forever
or have your heart broken once again,
leaving yourself to wonder,
were they truly the one?

All I can tell you
is that when I think about us together,
this love feels so **** right.
 Dec 2013 Shelby Brown
tayler
broken
 Dec 2013 Shelby Brown
tayler
traveler of souls, a
looking glass shattered,
the infected cracks
murmur to my eyes,
telling me more
about myself
than the
reflection.
 Dec 2013 Shelby Brown
Emily
I thought that by now
I would've ran out of tears
But I guess not
You're no longer in my life
And that makes me cry
Every single day
© Peyton 2013
 Dec 2013 Shelby Brown
Andy N
Random moments
bring portals of memories.

Random moments
bring fragments of peace.

On dust covered dunes
lost in the drones of the sea,

or looking at you
looking aimslessly out of the window.

Watching Candy Floss
dance across the sea.

Listening to bus wheels
stutter like stray thoughts.

Looking for seagulls
like clues to a great mystery.

Clues across the closed pier,
and the chaos of the severed sun
looking for a ticket to ride
as it chases the bus
past an aloof Arcade
before you find the answer
in my arms.

(FROM 'A MEANS TO AN END')
 Dec 2013 Shelby Brown
Andy N
For only a few seconds
He was stood outside
Next to where she waited
In the heart of the moonlight,
Peeling back her unknown promises
Behind the hiss
Of a stuttering train
In a mystery of bleached hair,

And bright red lipstick
Tangled up in each others footsteps
On a uneven texture
In the mist
Before tossing her cigarette
Back into the
Middle of the river,

And with it
The last remaining evidence
Of the crime
They’d just committed
In black and white.

(Previously published at http://www.staxtes.com/2013/10/andy-n-of-stuttering-train-poetry.html)
and like a broken record
she repeats day after day
with a smile on her face
and pain in her heart
in hopes of a repair man
who might give up some spare attention
just to fix her and the many flaws
she may possess

and like a broken record
she lays in bed
night after night
with tears that soak her pillow
and sobs that shake her soul
in hopes that someone might hear her cries
and offer a spare care in the world
just to hold her tight

though she's a broken record
those days will pass
and he hopes will fade,
her thrives will vanish and her agony will subside;
red marks will appear
along the delicate skin of her arms
that were once so strong and pure
 Dec 2013 Shelby Brown
A
That one second
turns to a minute,  
And a minute,
to an hour.
The hour to a day,
A week
A month
A year.
All my time goes to a hopeless cause.
But spring could turn to summer
in three months.
Now I have to wait.
...
I cant take it!
I close my eyes.
Your face melts my brain.
I can't breathe.
Im sick with the thought of you.
So many outcomes
To the next chapter of you and me.
This could end me,
It could begin us.
The unknowing hand of time,
Will write the rest of the story.
So I'll keep dreaming.
And when the glorious day comes,
I hope i get to hold your hand.
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