Kush Feb 13
My hands reached for yours
Holding them in between
Just like it happened
In all dreams, I had seen

You smiled; I smiled
"You are beautiful," I said
"No. You are." You said
As if in protest.
Kush Feb 13
I see war movies
in the night a little late
That's only place I find
People with greater pain

I see it when I'm sad
I see it when I feel disabled
I see it when I need pals
I see it to feel less miserable

I saw a man in wildfire
And another burning it
There was one in vicious smoke
There was one making it

I saw the little devil blast
I saw lots of flying metal
I saw men killing fellow men
And it squinched my heart a little

Men lost their lives in war
Some only died half
Curse with a lot worse
They'll have to die in parts

Love doesn't pierce your flesh
Or leave any visible scars
But for I know and all I know
I'd rather be at war
I got lost in the road map creases of your palms,

and the stromatic streets of your irises,

and the bar needle, compass cracks of your lips,

and as I looked for shelter,

I found myself walking in circles;

wrapped around your 


Annatman Jan 28
What could have been
But never was
The past is gone
I let it pass

So many chances
Never taken,
Did I miss out?
Should I keep waiting?

To seize the day
You must be brave
I was afraid,
Is it too late?

The easy way
Is to stay still -
Maybe someday
Love will appear
Practicing rhyming, obviously it is a work in progress.
Fuck sensibility
I need sensitivity
that pour
as black
as tar
the ashes
of our complexity.
Dannia Brown Dec 2017
I was a grieving broken girl
begging you to love me.
Heart wrapped up in barb wire,
hands covered in blood,
heart buried beneath the ground.
I was broken.
The pain of losing my father
bred depression in me.
I craved any form of love
with the need to replace
what I had lost.
I wish I knew back then
that some boy sliding
in and out of me
would never amount
to the love of my father.
I was begging for you
to find some life in me.
But, I died the moment my father’s heart stopped.
How selfish of me to ask
for you to love and care
for what is dead.
How do you grieve for someone you’ve never loved.

I was a grieving broken girl
begging you to love me,
and so you did the best that you could.
Thank you for trying to love me.
Dannia Brown Dec 2017
There was no guidelines or handbook that came with loving you.
There was no one to stop me at the traffic light and warn me about the dangerous path ahead of me, there was nothing but me and you.
And you had me wrapped so tightly around your finger, that even if someone gave me a warning about you, I would become so angry to believe that they were trying to stop my happiness.
You had my mind so clouded that every single time you did some fucked up evil and hurtful shit I would cry but still end up in your bed by the end of the night.
I found myself apologising and asking you to stay with me when it should have been the other way around.
Cause I’ve never done you wrong but while I was holding you down. You were pushing me over the cliff, bringing me closer to the edge with these sweet words that was supposed to caress my heart but only ever ended up breaking it so badly that my whole mentality is now fucked up.
I look at men and I want to hurt them as much as you’ve hurt me. I can’t think about ways to heal because healing to me is vengeance. Healing to me is making men lust after me, to lure them in knowing we would be nothing more than friends. Healing to me is fucking you over by jumping into bed with someone else. But what does that make me?
I have no ways to get over this, to get over you, because really what I want to do is reach into your chest and just rip your heart out and I want to fucking watch as the life drains from you.
But I’m better than that, and I’m better than you. And what doesn’t cost you your life will make you live to see a better day.
And one day I will thank you whole heartedly for breaking my heart.
i should have known better
Dannia Brown Dec 2017
You’re hurting, and you wonder
why time hasn’t done much healing for you.
You wonder why his voice still move mountains,
and rivers inside of you..
He’s like that leech that you just cannot rid yourself of.
He is that bad stain that you carry with you everywhere;
letting the world know that you should be identified
by the heartbreak he’s invested in you.
Baby, how do you expect to heal
when you allow that man to linger in and out of your life?
He’s not in your bed but he is in your head.
Manipulating and pulling your strings
like his personal little puppet, and you allow him to;
thinking that it’s better to have him this way
than to not have him at all.
Give yourself time to heal, it's okay, there's no rush to be okay.
Dannia Brown Dec 2017
and child the most terrifying
thing about love
is that there’s always one person
that loves more.
one lover will swim in shallow waters,
while the other drowns in oceans
with ice and currents
that do nothing but pull you deeper and deeper.
and that person always becomes
the doormat for their significant other,
you get so used to mistreatment,
broken promises and betrayal
that you don’t even flinch
when more truth come to life.
‘’he’s been unfaithful again.’’
you will want to run and hide,
beg the lord to just take these feelings away

but the minute his hands touch your hips,
it all goes away like a distant memory
that you were forced to forget.
you get down on praying knees and ask god,
how can the devil be someone so beautiful?

the most traumatic thing about being
the one that loves more
is that even when you find solid proof
that this man has been unfaithful
you will never pack your bags to leave,
you might cry, you might make a fuss
but at the end of that,
you will dry your tears
and get up to cook his favourite meal.

even when he calls you her name by accident
you pretend not to hear,
you forgive him so many times
that you almost forget
to let him fight for you.
you’re supposed to be his wife, girlfriend,
but you’re nothing but a part time lover.

but you convince yourself that it’s okay
if you get to wake up next to him,
and not alone in tears soaked sheets.
You deserve a love that doesn't feel washed up.
Dannia Brown Dec 2017
Take it from someone
that’s done the whole ‘waiting around’ thing.
It’s not worth it.
If someone isn’t sure how they feel about you.
Do yourself a favour and leave.
Don’t stay.
Don’t try to show them that
you are whats best for them—
they will never know whats best for them.
You cannot get a blind person to see
or an ignorant person to understand
or a confused person to love you.
That’s just the way it is.
You can give a person the world
and they will still crave the sun.
You can give a person everything you own,
and they will ask for the one thing
you don’t have.
Don't waste your time waiting for anyone.
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