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Best Poems Written by Brittany Mccormick

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G-Gifted Child

Born,1986,falling in love with the signs of the earth.
 Music glistening,soaring in the ears of her mothers birth.
 Lying still,waiting patenitly,to sleigh through the hoops.
 Pain endlessly,through the blood veins like dieing troops.
  Held in one hand,the lift of pressures off.
 Watery eyes ,like the hurting clouds,a soft.
 I feel the rumbling,as if drums where in every direction.
 I hear the sounds of unfamilar voices,straying in my own protection.
  Sunlight pastures,like the clouds have done died down.
  Soaring through the tunnels,until I hit the ground.
  Cold air,like i've never felt before.
   A gifted child, now has been born.

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More Time

A young yet beautiful little bird to set free.
  Motionless among the others but integrgated by the height of the tree.  
  The leaves set falling,the colors of the world.
  The liscences yet not own,for the heart of this baby girl.
  The ground yet settles beneath the plants so to speak.
  The hightest level of elevation for this bird thats to weak.
  The consumers of the family,yet know not to tell.
  That the baby bird is not ready ,to come out of her shell.
  The eyes of  anticipation ,though wonders above the others.
  A little more time for the baby bird to fly away from her mother.
  Afraid to see the sun set,alone so the baby bird does not set free.
  The breath of this baby bird is the true heart of me.

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Flowers,Cotten Candy and Roses

Cant get you off my mind ,you leading me blind.
    What i got to do to spend some time.
    All i wanna do is make you mine.
    Flowers,cotten candy,valentines.
   Ever since i met you i been confused.
   How you goning to treat me like you do.
   You know im not leaving,because im in love with you.
   Flowers,cotten candy,roses, steep.
   I gave my heart and u blew me off cheap.
    Now i feel so insure ,and now its hard to sleep.
    Baby what i did for you ,flowers,cotten candy,roses too.
    You took advantage of me,so now where through.

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Ghostsssss

Feeding the touch apon my shoulders,smearing across the spine.
 Holding the head titled sideways,bones crittling so fine.
 Hands as cold as ice,leaning on the  back end of  the staircase.
 Gust of wind,shipping itself in one direction,towards my face.
 Grabbing my chest intensively,closening my eyes in a bolderst plea.
 Light fixtures ,inwards like an open cavern,shifted me off my feet.
 Flying me in measures of stars,pulling my body slow.
 Deepest breaths,gasping for air ,stars as bright as gold.
 Noises ever so slightly,moveing towards the side of my ears.
 Waiting still so patiently,now the ghost are here.

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Aids

A  dollar bill is worth a day of letting your feelings come out to play.
   knowing you live life in secretcy ,to not leting noone know your ways.
   Fighting for aids,theres kids born with the outcoming virus..
   Still theres parents out there that dont care,and scrunge like one eyed pirates.
   Tears down a human beings face,is like the sun melted off the earth.
   Knowing your the person that lives the life of aids,its never worth,,, it.
   Theres knowledge,abilty to know something,unnotified,abilty to share.
   Aids a growth  spurt in many teens, the many teens that dont care.
   A diease that kills the innocent,you know who  you may be.
   Aids is the  heart of the devil,he likes what he sees.
   Fight to stand for your conscious,be careful,  grow old.
   You are your own,treat your body like gold.

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Brutlized

My life I cant speak out in anger
 How I treated  the soles of my heart.
 My life is crittled in danger.
 But I'll still let him be apart.

 My fullishness is not currupted.
 The days are ever lasting.
 My anger has been disrupted.
 As for those memories keep on passing.

 My childhood is a memory box.
 I slip away every now and then.
 I feel brutlized ,and lined with chalk.
 Knowing what I been through isnt pretend.

 Induldged  with secrecy,behind closed doors.
 Gained the lowest trails.
 And what I want for ever more.
 Is my grandpa to go to jail.

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You Left Me

My tears wont mean and ending
  But sorrow is moarn to sparse.
  there'll always be a new beginning
   though still will leave a  scare.

   My feelings may be drownded
   But as a woman i need to be tuff.
   In my heart you'll always be crownded
  But to you it may not be enough.

   Words   get very deep
   That could haunt us more than ever
   LIke in our dreams while we sleep
    That could brain wash us forever
     
     Wish I could cast a spell
     so i wont feel the pain that i do
     but i know the bad ones go to hell
      so sorrow is not yet through.

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Life Set Sail To Sea

Blue skys falling faces above the clouds.
  Grey,yet the image of musty blue covers the sea
  Pulky green plumps uplifting,merged across the ocean
  Wings  across the golden sunset and lite blue sky.
  Imprints of an dusty angel ,yellow titnted,sparkling into the water.
  Set sailing slowly above the waves,roaring across the gulf.
  Silence  like a baby fallen asleep,only noise is the boat creeking.
  guidenance seeping the peer across the bay though  not clear.
  Waiting to  thrust the life,sailing across the sea

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What I Live For

My heart only takes one breath at a time.
The beats like the sound of drums ,the sound of open waves.
My heart speaks of trust,the open wound of a barrel cave.
The image of caster,of volcure,braced with shelter.
My heart leaks of fine pure liquid ,potion juice that makes it healthier.
The lines of blue veins across the chest and above the middle.
My heart speaks of crime ,fighting off the enemies that could make it brittle.
The  flesh of purity,and water is its source.
My heart has its own mind ,but the mini me is its force.

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Respect

Everyday was a  life in its own misory.
I pray to god,i got out of the pinatintory.
I live my life and how its suppose to be.
Cause momma never raised a thug cold hearted mentally.
I feel like im the pressure of the tears she cries.
But who i am,only god knows why,that im still close by.
Everybody wants to know me,and thats when its time to bail.
I get caught up,and probably end up shot up,and turned around straight to hail.
Everybody i ever hurt,i needs to know the love.
A young girl like me,still praying for the need above.
My mom raised no fool,and i breath the air she do.
JUst think god for my momma,and i love you