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brea Apr 2013
In the depths of shadow and sin
Lay a hopeless young fowl~
Born into dalliance with darkness
An ephemeral beginning nonetheless,
But soon claimed for the one below~
How fetching such hardship!

Kindled hope had been jostled away,
The young fowl never noticed~
For how innocent it had been!
Innocent and oblivious.
How blind the bird was, to what could have been!
One can not miss something one never knew.

The glamour was short lived
And lead to depression
Oppression~
How melancholy, that fledgling
A heart shaped hole in its breast~
But hidden from unseeing eyes

Alas, one day a single teardrop
From god's halcyon manner
Caressed feathered cheek~
To the bird's empty breast,
And sprouted a rose, of all things!

Blooming blossom stretched
Phototropic love lilted from noir caves
Filling young robin's heart and soul
With hope and such peace!
Today, not tomorrow, was the beginning
Of the young bird's healing
The wing had been broken so long~
Such relief!
Mellifluous relief

In beautiful petrichor,
Young spawn took flight,
to face sunlight at last.
Today, April 5th, 2013, I wrote this poem. I wrote it after finally telling my parents that I was sexually molested when I was younger, after leaving everything bottled inside for so long. Today is a new beginning.
brea Mar 2013
The pen is mightier
Than the sword
But what to consider
The keyboard?

How many stanzas
Phrases
Words
Must I conflate
To imbue in you
My love?

Is there no panacea,
No way for me to convey
The hold on my soul?
My heart
My being~
Such dulcet thoughts!
Your eyes,
{My cynosure}

Pure felicity
So lovely
A million ships at the ready
The cue being
the sight of your smile.
Helen is such a fugacious
Pipe dream fixation
When compared to your gaze

Until then,
Try as I might,
The depth of my feelings
Remains the deep ocean
Only a ripple wavers
At your knees
The rest waiting
For the Golden Bird
Of language
To release it's curse
Mere English isn't sufficient.
brea Mar 2013
Curling tendrils of darkness
Grasp hold/ties knots
Around vulnerable
Fluffy girls

Whispercreep
Up veiny esophagus~
Choke hold on slimy tongues.
Spread to limbs
Phalanges like spears.

Envelop whole spirits
In pacts of starvation~
Death is fun.
Bones are beautiful,
Sharp lines and creases~
Curves don't compare

Such incubi (leeches)
Munch on self esteem
Unzip their skin bags
And leap out
Leaving nothing
But carcasses
brea Mar 2013
Dream/wake
dr
  e
   a
    m
wake
suddenly
there's no difference
stand in front of a mirror
stare at your reflection
until nothing
means a thing
repeat your name
are you real?
is this real or
are you
s
  l
   e
    e
     p
       ing
sleeping?
ocean waves of oblivion
crash wash away
coherency
hollow chocolate bunny
mechanical robot toy
"big brother is watching"
Big brother
evil eyes
of microscopes
and lasers
wrap barbed wire around your chest
douse your eyes in chilli sauce
in desperation
to feel something
or anything
failed
sadly
you are
awake.
brea Mar 2013
And when it rains,
On this side of town it touches,
Everything.
Just say it again and mean it,
We don't miss a thing.
You made yourself a bed,
At the bottom of the blackest hole.
And convinced yourself that it's not the reason,
you don't see the sun anymore.

How could you do it?
I never saw it coming.
I need the ending,
So why can't you stay just long enough to explain?*


Tonight I'll sleep with the door wide open.
Afraid of what lingers in the darkness.
What is darkness?
Why, it's nothing but a lack of light.
That's all I've felt since time immemorial,
When you left,
And I had nothing,
Except broken hopes, and the echos,
Of words you once whispered to me.
I'm not going to say I'm hopeless without you, because I'm not.
I'm not going to say I'm lost without you, because I can find my way,
I'm not going to say you were the best thing that's happened to me, you weren't.
I'm not going to say I want you back, because I don't.
I just wish I had someone by my side,
Who could scare the voices away and calm my ever-growing fears.
I'm not going to say that was once you, because it never was.
You were never that person.
Song by Paramore
brea Mar 2013
Laughter reaches new bounds
When you ask/ax me
" do I have pasketti on my face?"
Like a wild aminal you crawl
Over and smear that pasketti
On my cheeks
Like 60's rouge
Never meant to leave the Avon catalog.
cute comf-ta-ble sweaters
Swath lithe body like soft down
Byrds outside singing
Dancing in green foil-age.
Go join them,
Eyes chatoyant and comely.
With pasketti still on your face
You chirp like them byrds,
Such ebullience fits in with the robins.
brea Mar 2013
Pale/sheet white
Daisy hued valentines
Springtime comes--
Flowers grow, larks crow
In heavy snow.

In restless dream
Lies gentle day--
Effervescent sunlight
Breaks icicle caves
Into marvellous reflections:
Beauty and strength.
Blanket soft tendrils
Reverse hearts decay.

Beams of aquamarine
Melt chocolate and tears--
Kinds words meet scarlet blush.
Let's dance on blueberry hill
Swim in the sea of love.
(Meet me in Montauk)

Crashing waves no longer scare
For they are as pleasant as bubbling laughter
In the nest of your arms

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