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Best Poems Written by Briana Baker

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Are We There Yet, I Really Have To Pee

This is something other than unsure laced with heavy heart.
I'd love to change my mind,  is this where you take charge?
When our play begins, the starring role I'm begging you to take.
Open your eyes, I won't sit around and wait.
Would you instantly be swooned if I could be your tin foil dream?
Would you cook me in a spoon, shoot me right through your blood stream?
A rush that lasts longer than fifteen seconds, a force that beckons for all of your attention.
I want to illuminate the dark corners, where you hide the  secrets that border,
The hurt that you and I refuse to admit, the shit that resides far beneath the surface,
Those things that just never quite seem fit and yet we both allow them to exist.
Between a cut and a hole, is there really a difference at all?
Knowing what I know, why do I keep interest in something I cannot control?
She's got what you need and she's got you by the balls,
I have nothing that can compare to her thralls.
But this is just an embellishment of events as seen in my head.
This is my heart written on paper that cannot be read. Maybe if I do it like this, it will make more sense.
I hope you'll let me find solace in you because I know I can do better but I don't want to believe it is true.
This where I lose rhythm and ask you to lie and tell me you'll do anything, but darling don't take the time to try.

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I Couldn'T Help But Hold My Breath

Your depression hangs
Like an unbearable stench
In this room of mine.

I cannot pretend
To fix you better than the
Others before me.

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Honestly, I'M Getting Sick of the Word Honesty

Is it going to be one of those days when I cant make up my heart's mind? I don't trust you. You don't trust me. My friends don't like you and yours don't like me. So where does that leave us to be? Honestly, I'm getting quite sick of the word honesty. I'm a complete liar even when I'm telling the truth. I'm never who I really am. And I have no idea who you are. I enjoy you in the night and by morning time, I cannot wait for you to get out of my bed and on the road. You're special, alright. In all the wrong ways. We are both contradictions. I don't like being honest, but being honest I don't want to be with you. You are nothing more than my void filler. My obsession has subsided.

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For What Its Worth, I Get Out of Bed At Least

How is it I'm only 26
Sitting here in the middle
Of a mid-life crisis?
I haven't even had time 
The older ones tell me
To slow down my rhyme
To find the logical reason
Behind these actions
Of unquivering self treason
But its all I've known
Living paycheck to paycheck
Was how I'd grown
Job to job, city to city
Cut the lights off and
Look I'm still pretty.

But this face doesn't pay the bills.
And my body can't handle paid thrills
And the circle comes right back around.
At the ripe young age of 26
I'm smack dab in the middle 
Of a mid-life crisis.

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I Lied When I Said I Wouldn'T Write a Poem About You

And you called me down
Just to say you've figured me out.
To tell me somewhere inside
Something close to a heart resides.
Though you know I cheat, steal, and lie
For some reason, you seem to be just fine.
And it's beautiful the way
In your jeep we lay
Sharing secrets no one else knows
Feeling rather lucky, the information you bestow
Weary non the the less even though
I can't say I'm bothered at all
I'm hoping to be your downfall
Because dear, I can't help but be mean.
My favorite part is how easily your heart is seen.
I'd die to be the only girl you want
Only to leave you so nonchalant.
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Half Smoked Cigarettes and a Bottle of Bourbon

She awake with a gasp,
"Hope I didn't blow all my cash."
She looks to the usually empty side of the bed,
Only to discover there is another head
Hidden in the tangled mess of covers
The long brown hair of an unknown lover.
Quietly she looks for a robe to drape 
Gently over her barren legs,
But she quickly realizes nothing is the same.
This isn't her bed, but the stranger who lay sleeping.
"How do I sneak out, what is she hears my creeping?"
She makes an escape plan for the door.
First things first, get my clothes off the floor,
Along with my dignity and most of my pride.
Even though, I could leave it all here,
I know I'll be doing the same thing again tonight.

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But For Now, I'Ll Just Play With Myself

I find it strange that while I sit here and mingle with sleeplessness, attempting to discover the reason I am still awake, only you come to mind. I've never been one to write based on happiness, but after one night with you, my creative juices flow with positivity. The way the sunshine kisses your lips and the sweet taste on my tongue that stays long after you've gone. The times I couldnt sleep because I was too awake with the reality that you were lying next to me, reading your dreams through the expressions your face cannot contain. The torture I endure reminds me there is more that life can procure if I put my best foot forward. Knowing, one day, I'll be more than who I am right now aids to my continued existence and contributes to my thriving desire to impress you at every corner. Around the bend, when I see you again, you'll be a year older and Ill be year wiser. I'm hoping we can meet somewhere in the center of the gravity that strings me along like a piece of clothing in your life's wardrobe. I want to be a permanent fixture in your smile, the reason your eyes burn bright blue, the sunshine that refuses to stop though the sun has long been set. But for now, I'll just play with myself.
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