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violet brownlee Feb 2018
Standing there waiting
Thinking that time is wasting
This is the shot that I’ve bought
The rope is taut, tied in a knot
This is all I got
Say goodbye to my plot

Standing there caught
Thinking that time is rot
Blazing gunshot
The room fills with fraught
Firing like a snapshot

Standing there in a time slot
Thinking that this is all for not
There’s a shot
Fired from a hand so hot
Brought by an abstract thought
Death as its mascot

More often than not
I need freedom from thought
But this is my shot
And I’m not done until I’ve fought
This came 2nd place in my school boards poetry/song lyrics category in their writing contest.
violet brownlee Feb 2018
You are my rose,
forever alive and always older,
but wilted all the same.
I wrote this for my older sister.
violet brownlee Dec 2017
Do you remember that time when you walked through the rain to my house, just for me to beg you to stay; even though in the end you shouted before leaving, "I love you, but ******* anyways"? I remember the feeling of that night. This sense of loss and dread, a heaviness in your words that left me paralyzed.

Do you remember that time I found you on the ground just outside my house, screaming for you to stay; even though I already knew what had to be done was finished. I remember the smell of that night. This scent of earth and decomposition, the weight of your favourite perfume that left me blinded.

Now every time I smell the scent of 'Blue Citrus' perfume and hear the words 'I love you' I can't help but think that I'm cursed forever to see you next to me. I remember that time when you spoke words of winds and paper cranes, but now you speak words of silence ad snake bites.

This is for all the run on sentences you wrote to me late at night and all the times you left me begging for you to stay.
This is inspired by the song 'Twin Size Mattress' by the Front Bottoms.
violet brownlee Dec 2017
Children feel everything
They stop to touch and smell and take sense of
But when the concept of pain arrives,
people assume kids are numb

They say that I don't have large problems,
that I am ignorant to feeling
If a child burns themselves,
do they feel it?
Do they cry like you would?
Do they scream at the top of their lungs like you would?

Or would they stand there, silently,
because they are not allowed pain
Kids are innocent,
but only as long as you let them
So if I work hard, and then need a day,
your complaints are invalid,
because I listen to yours

I miss things because of pain,
because of the things I've been through
And there are some things that you can't even begin to imagine

I wish to dream a dream of assumption,
and never have painful truths
When the night is dark and chill,
and you hear a child scream,
you walk away

Because children don't feel pain,
but you feel the guilt
and it's shown like an open sign
when I look into your eyes
Somehow I know there was pain
and you left

Now I leave you
to feel like a numb child
With a mind like a sponge
and the only things keeping you alive
is love and hope

The world leaves you now,
to look up into the universe
and wonder to yourself,
"What did I do?" as it slaps you
As the blood drips down,
you think of diversions to cope,
because you are not allowed to feel pain

Because you were just born
all those years ago
And all that is keeping you together
is the back of a hand and numbness

Children feel always
I was ***** when I was little, so this is a bit about that and a bit about assumption of children and bit about child abuse. take it as you wish
violet brownlee Nov 2017
Everything I touch turns cold

Making life icy and alone

And as the black waters laps over the grey shore

I can’t help but wonder

What the sun feels like against pale skin

                                              

Maybe like a corpse on fire

Or a blanket on a wet stone

I will never know

Because everything I touch turns to snow



One day the sun will cure me

Of my blizzard curse

And drive away my bitterness



Could I be happy?

After all the things I’ve seen?

Bodies, deaths, storms, murders

Maybe I am heartless, cold, and bitter
violet brownlee Nov 2017
I had a friend

And she had red skin



It came from all the anger,

The sadness and the regret

This world had given her



I had a friend

And she had red skin



It made her do

Terrible, mean, and rude

Things to all others



I had a friend

And she had red skin



It drove her

To fly like a dove

And break her bones



I had a friend

And she had red skin



It came from all the blood

That spilled from the cuts

She gave herself



I had a friend

And she died from her red skin
violet brownlee Nov 2017
I want you to realize how pretty you are

And how much it hurts me to watch you fall

But you are too caught up with what they say



You don’t see how distant you have become

And that I have a stage four fear of losing you

That I want you to hug me as I need you



Because I really need you

I need you, I need you, and I need you

My fear is coming true and I miss you



I have fought many wars with myself

All of them are about you

And how much I still love you



But you don’t love me anymore

But I need you more than ever

But the world says ‘no’ to both of us



I need you to come pick me up

I need you to help me with myself

I need you to need me



Pianos fall silent when you cry

Angels stop singing when you fall

I stop to think about how much you might need me
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