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Brynn S Nov 2018
Words shift
They dissolve
Melting onto pages
Sinking into skin
Each piece faded
Never to return
All memories lost
None to return
Brynn S Nov 2018
Smoke danced off the tongue
Rolling with movements untouched
Breathing with each snap
Moments of the muse
Whisper into my ear
Rumbles of thunder shutter at eyes
Short blinks to realize
Brynn S Nov 2018
Sun bursts into the sky
Leaping colors form under thigh
Bleed into the brush and let moments slip
Concrete your mind yet your thoughts still drip
Propose a masterpiece one of bright blues
For you my eyes speak of faded glues
Stuck in rewind I give you my hand
Lead me by collar to the promised land
Stationary in place frozen you gleam
Staring through reflection my pulse should beam
Strawberries and sunny nights I do watch
Nothing more to our likeness; a room for the klatch
Brynn S Nov 2018
Blood has risin
Fallen under the demise of gluttony
Throats shutter in a flourished gleam
Spilling out their smokes; the evil stream
With closed eyes the horizon did strike
I was the one who favored spite
Invisible to eyes the mind grew thin
Wearing down from the mask of sin
Oh sweet child have you strayed so far?
In the final moment did I become a star
Ripples of triumph
I have fought death
Swimming towards light
For one last breath
Decrepit old sun burnt out and cold
Heart wondered beat less
Fortune favored the bold
Pre Nov 2018
It hangs  
Distorting  
Deceiving  
Unasked for
But welcomed
Unprotested

Its stillness reaches
Each of us
Invading hearts and minds
Slinking sultry serpent
We breathe it
Unbeknownst
Does it change us?

Maybe if I turn my head just slightly
Looking looking looking but
Not really looking
Maybe I'll see one

They habit the misty lands
Don't they?
It is there that they wander
There that they haunt
Is it not?

We fear them
The unknown
The unusual
The impossibility

But the fog whispers
Softly
To those who will listen

Do not fear the
Soft eyes a'smolder

Do not fear the
Wild windblown whisps
Lashes long
Shining flanks
Rippling silver

Do not fear them
Sometimes passing
Never staying
Everknowing
Drifting in silence
In and out
With the tides of the fog
B Oct 2018
there is no guarantee
that we will ever be free
I can't tell you why
the rain pours
and the people mourn
there is no guarantee
that we will ever find peace
I can't tell you why
we go to war
and why he called you a *****
there is no guarantee
that we will ever be happy
I can't tell you why
half of us are on anti-depressants
and why we are fighting the resistance
I can't tell you why
there is no guarantee
Rebecca Lynn Apr 2019
They never tell you when the rain comes-
They can tell you to prepare for it,
but when it hits, the rain just pours.
And you never know when
the storm is gonna hit
UNFINISHED, just doing a much of mind dumping.
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