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 May 2014 Briana4545
April
am I trash to you?
because at 3 am when the moon is at its highest peak
the white noise is breaking down my walls
my throat is raw
screams shatter the pillow, beneath my tear stained cheeks

I wonder
what it would be like to be with you
to hear your unsure words
see those crystal eyes meet mine

but it's 3 am
and I'm alone
And I know the answer
some things take years to realize
 May 2014 Briana4545
Triiniity
I'm so sick of honesty
I just want to lie here and be me
Cause the only thing I want to be
Is the thing that makes me happy
And I know that I can't be that thing
But, hell I'll keep trying
This isn't my last scene
I've got another act to go
But you're saying cut and I listen
As I’m about to, you yell no
Like which one is it?
Am I doing what’s right or what isn’t?
What I want or what you’ve written?
Well too late, what’s done is done
But you’re yelling at me for things I’ve not done
I'm a dead-shot with my words
But yours shot me dead you see
Cause I'm not missing you
And you're not missing me
My poetry is broken
No words spoken
I want to write
I'll keep on hoping
Need some inspiration
To peak my imagination
I want to be real no imitation
Emotions I'm taking
Constantly remaking
Mix it all up time for baking
Tasty and yummy for the mental tummy
As a fool I'm true..mama didn't raise a dummy
I usually can go all night till my pen starts smoking
Hang a sign in my mind "My Poetry is Broken."
M.A.N 5-19-14
 May 2014 Briana4545
Craig Verlin
They tell you to quit smoking.
They tell you to quit drinking.
To quit laughing,
quit loving,
Living.
Because it shortens your life,
they tell you.
Because it's bad for your health,
they tell you.
Have a drink, friend,
have a smoke,
that's what's good for the soul.
Long walks at two in the morning
skipping stones over concrete oceans,
that's what's good for the soul.
Pretty women with pretty
legs, that say all sorts of
pretty things, but never too
loud, or too often, that's
what's good for the soul.
Watching as those pretty legs storm
out of the hotel room after
you said the wrong thing again. Fixing
up that last glass of
whiskey and enjoying it
alone instead. Fighting in
the back of bars over
spilled drinks or spilled
words or someone who slept
with someone else. That's
what's good for the soul.
To take a hit and to hit.
To love and to hate.
To live.
That's what's good for the soul.
 May 2014 Briana4545
LETITFXRING
I ask her to describe her mood
By color
& she said*  *"blue"
& I asked her why she's sad
She responded


*"I'm not,
I just love the way the ocean makes me feel
I love the water
So therefore I'm blue"
Defining colors in a way it's different
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