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Best Poems Written by Stacey Brackley

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Cursed

Sadly
Manipulated angry
feelings curse me
Chaining me, stalking me
Darkness has currpted my soul
Save me, enchant me
Untaint these words
Fool me
Saviour.

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Illumination

In the brightest hour
Of my darkest day
I will realise what is wrong with me
Then I will be found and rememberd
Salvation will be my name

There will be nothing left to fear
What was dark will be illuminated
The spotlight will never fade
Destruction will lead to creation
And life of better days

Sharp, bitter, piercing winds
Will break down barriers
Anger will be demolished

The passion and fire im my soul
Is what will keep me alive
My pain and anguish will be forgotton

I will live my life
Iwill be okay.

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Time Is Violated

I call upon my Reaper
Only he can save me now.
Watch me fall deeper,
Watch me fall down.

Feeling broken,
Barely breathing
Words re-main unspoken
My body seizing.

Artificial light blinds me,
Criples me.
The sound of the Banshee.
The forgotton bourgeoisie.

My impending sorrow,
My fortitude annihilated.
Is there tomorrow?
Time is violated.

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The Cliche Almost Hurts More

Well now it's been a while
Time has passed
Words have been spoken 
Hearts have been broken

All the words that spilled from your lips
Just as if you were speaking from scripts
How all policies start with our honesty
Looking back now, it's all just comedy

Feel free to break the ice
Believe me, it comes at no price
So now you ignore me, as if you had the right
So we dirty what was once pure and white

I kneel at your feet and plead 
And so you ignore me with a great stampede
Tought that feelings that are true
Don't disapear, unlike you

And now I sit here and cry
As i was betrayed by my alai
To afraid to ask why 
more afraid to say bye

Holding my head in my hands
No longer making plans
as they sing is all those bands
You care less than a few grams

Tell me how to feel
I will no longer have to kneel
nor will i go on with this spiel
Let's make a pact, we'll make a deal

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Untitled

The tender touch of agony itself
Hums in my ear 
It's blissful melody decaying my core
The comfort of destruction

A pill to take the pain away
The annihilation of personality
The utter obliteration of individuality
Becoming who we are is harder that forgetting 

White coats say it's wrong
With their smiles and their frowns
Don't confuse the death of your soul
With the birth of the new age Melodrama

That sinks ito your putrid masquerade 
That pulls the strings on your veracity 
That transmits you to the depths of your despair
By disguising the one and only thing of which we govern

It is our obligation to die
Out of necesity we cull the beliefs of the estranged
We break from the alienated
Becoming more human and less kind

How can we remember when we dance to forget
Letting go of your inahabition 
Being one is what we are afraid of but strive to mantain 
I'd rather be less human and more dead

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Redemption

Another nightmare,
Another dream.
Sweet, agonising beauty.
Pulling the strings.

Sacred words scream 
When no-one is listening
Silence falls upon those who
No longer weep.

Frail desires Imagine the slightest dream
With cold bitter absurdities
Following in the wings.
Replenishing their lust for strength. 

'Hurry' cries the doubtful ones
Bellowing in their sweetest whisper.
The knowing are of the slightest shame.
But carry the brightest flame.

Standing before council
Dogmating their dreams
Who will return with more than what they came
'Not I' says the shy.

Be free calls the wise
Let no man be asunder 
When he crosses his bridge
As when the brigde Breaks.

It shall collapse on top of us all,
Nightmares and dreams
No longer come to play.
There are no clouds and there are no skies

The world is broken
Along with man kind.
The race to the finish,
Was no race to be one.

But a race to be fought 
But not with guns.
The fortunate call upon the rested
And we will carry our creation to the depth of our grave.

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My Teacher My Preacher

Hold on my dear,
Don't be afraid my friend.
I'll be okay as I fade away.

You don't have to worry,
You just carry on.
My teacher, my preacher.

It's innate, this feeling, this thing
It will soon be my time
I have no contol of this black hole

It will be worse day by day
growing ever bigger
And ever heavier and ever emptier

This evil, this pain
I'm evil, I'm pain
Sure, Ill be okay, tomorrow and today

Carry your life in your hands
flick away that chip on your shoulder
Who am to tell you what to do, I am not your glue

Feel free to speak the truth
Only after I'm gone
Allow me to play my game, I'm the one to blame.

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The Search For My Demise

Where am I?
I look around me and see nothing
The devil wasn't bluffing
What? My soul he is crushing.

I look up and I look down
I look all around.
I wear my broken crown
I feel the bitterness that killed the king.

Am I at the depths?
Is that you calling?
Do you see me crawling?
Or is it I who is falling?

Designed to make you cry
I'll sit here like a degrading lie
Stare into my eyes, I am ready to die
Kill me with your sword that you hold dear.

I escaped the fringe of death and so I search for my demise 
Now the devil pounces for its pray, now it's up to me to slay
I feel that I must say, I have nowhere left to stray, no options left to weigh
Grey faces, no longer out to play, no-one left to betray.

Contol the beast that makes you, now your'e done, you're through
Don't tell me you always knew, don't tell me it's true
Take a chance, and so we drew, now my fee is due
Feel free to say what you see, I know it's not me.

Scream into the paradox that we call the future
You know it's not real. You know there is no such thing.
Scream as you feel it sting, is it here? I smell spring.
My king who holds my wings, is that heavens song you sing?

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Take Your Bow

Run, run, run
Is all I hear
Speak to me.
Whisper in my ear.

Looking over my shoulder
Nothing there to see
Hit the door
But I have no key.

Locked out or locked in.
Either way no way to escape
All my demons 
Takeing all these shapes.

Consider it yours
Consider me done
Take your prize,
Now youv'e won
 
Settle the sea
Calm the crooks
Raise the house 
They shall read this in every book

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My Big Black Whole

Leave me in peace
Or leave me in pieces 

I always feel you,
Over my shoulder,
In my face
Eating my insides

your'e rotting a whole inside me 
I'm losing a lost battle
I'm tired
Have me.

Burning, fury, anguish
Tears fall like razer blades
Blood is thicker that water
Blood is warmer than water.

Comfort me,
Tell me what you need.
I'll give it to you,
Have me.

Leave this host
Leave me,
I need you now
You are my drug.

Strip me.
Hold my humiliation,
As I crumble
desire to be me.

I know what you are.
My evil, my core,
My forgotton,
My most rememberd.

I am you,
You are me, 
We are one
We will never win.