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Braylynn Holt Feb 2016
the mouth of life gaping
for a warm wave of whisps
underlying sun captured
making an accomplice
vines weaving upon her shoulder
pink flowers intertwined with her crimsoned hair
pouring kerosine on the woodened Fire
for that's the warmth she yearned
meadowlarks having vivid conversations
wishing she could fly to the clouds
smelling pines rolling the breeze
watery drop scatters the freckles
fore the day is sad; grimacing
the girl with the crimsoned hair
returns back, for a cup of tea gladly relinquished.
Braylynn Holt Feb 2016
We were so close. I felt your warmth against mine. What was so hard to fathom? You were right by me. Why am I not enjoying? I think of this moment every night. Why didn't I tell you. Why couldn't I run outside into the cold air ripping into my flushed lungs. Yelling out to the lost souls who lived their life like me. Scared. Fearing they would hear the inevitable. Seeing the inevitable happen before them. In a shock. The color red dripping from my very lips. Words gushing from my very fingertips but yet I can't get out a single word. My lips sown by my very thoughts. My actions paralyzed the moment my brown orbs settle into you, that being you are. I am a silent telescope obeying the stars secrets. I am that threat. Kiss me. Hell it may **** me. I'm shouting, I'm feeling, can you hear? Can you hear the silence? Can you feel the stiff air? Feel my body, hear my thoughts, save me from myself. Before you're gone. Unleash the beast that contains all of you in me. By a single kiss cut my chains and free my spirit. **** me with that fire.
Braylynn Holt Feb 2016
I've gotten a shot. Today not in my mouth, not in my arm, not in my leg. My heart has been punctured. I have been broken. I'm a girl who's been broken and glued. Broken and glued. Once again shattered, annihilated on the ground. Just to plaster herself up once again and forget. I can't forget. How can you forget a burning that burns so deep inside of your soul, nothing can extinguish that. A fight that won't give up no matter how bad you want to.... It won't seize. The moon shining at night will never stop, my love for you is astronomy. Celestial you's fill my eyes. That's all I've ever wanted
Braylynn Holt Feb 2016
dark room fever, I cannot be
multiple people, none after me
eyes of colors, oiling the ground
sinking an opaque hand, drown
flaked into the drifting breeze
to be breathed all the way out

the charming street lamps screech
fading as distance keeps its reach
silent streets steering clear
of those glassy fallen windows
fore we aren't the only ones
scared of the broken reflection
Braylynn Holt Feb 2016
and just like that I was alone
the only painting with words
that was not admired by you
Braylynn Holt Feb 2016
I shiver outside in this bitter cold.

My eternal fire is screaming in pain.

Demanding to be for once bold.

Painting the picture, beholding the frame.

As moss grows springily around the wild vapor of my heart.

Until death do us part I cannot bear to be apart.

I waltz in the rhythm of you but I cannot show.

All my feelings spirit and darkness trapped at the very fold.

Bullet wounds in the mirror but it won't break.

To you my dear, I cannot with take,  

Anymore of this rumble in my explosive bones..

One day the reality of calling you my own.

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