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Best Poems Written by Brittaney Clipson

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Phoenix

strike a match.
sulfur grazes my nose.
the flames tickle
the surrounding sky.
internal screams,
questioning motives,
FIRE is born.

smoke infiltrates
my lung and throat.
coughing greets the
unwelcome visitor.

FIRE reaches out
touches my hair,
eliminating every strand.
lesions blister on my scalp,
neck, and arms.
FIRE leaving its ugly scar.

burning flesh and hair
is the aroma of the night.
FIRE engulfs me.
We are One.

but through the ashes,
I rise again.
Self-Destruction --
and I remember
FIRE is an old friend.

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Nervous

Pacing the room, waiting,
Stomach in a knot,
Deep breath in and out.

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a tiny Man,
Locked in the Lyrics,
Barred by the Tune
of a Melodic Memory.
he Involuntarily Sings along
to the Lyrical Entrapment.
his Smile, once Genuine,
becomes Forced.
his Eyes, once Soft and Open,
become Cold.

though in Reality, Emancipated,
he remains a
Slave to the Reminiscence.
her Desperate Attempt
to Hold on to the Intangible,
to Confine the Elusive,
to Gain Stability from the Song.

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The D-Word

The frame
Lay broken,
Cold and
Alone.
Empty smiles
Locked inside.
Maybe we 
Should have known.

Hurt,
Lies,
Paranoia,
And abuse.
Yeah,
I could cry;
But what would
Be the use?

My tear won't
Make a sound
As it falls.
Just our little secret;
Between me
And these walls.

My screams
Echo inside me,
Waiting to release
The pain I've
Burdened these
Past long weeks.

A rusted frame
Lay broken;
Unwanted,
Alone.
A broken family
Locked inside.
If only we
Could have known.

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Welcome To High School

I've been
The smart,
The outcast,
The prep,
The artist,
The rebel,
The popular,
The loser,
The friend,
The poser,
The fat,
The loner,
The Labeled.

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a Reach
towards Regret,
so Redundant.
never Relieves
the emptiness,
only Reveals
the loneliness.

desperation
overrules Reason.
declination
inhibits Recovery.

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Untitled For the Moment..

My feet pounding
Against the pavement.
The sound echoing through
My vacant mind.
Frustration and
Anger forced into
Each step,
Each attempt to
Escape.
Running away
From the pain,
The grief,
Life.

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Still Needs Some Work.

Scattered lights scar
The darkness below,
Marking the past years memories
As I leave it behind.
We fly towards
The sun, now rising through the
Clouds, peeking over,
Welcoming me to
A new Beginning.

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Magic

You smile,
And I am
Gone,
Lost in your eyes.
Something has me
Hooked.
A spark that has the ability
To instantly
Take my breath away
And make my
Heart backflip.
That can turn my
Insides to mush.
An unknown sunstance that
Clears my mind of
Anything and Everything.
That special something
Gives me a high that
No drug can ever create,
And is the reason
I have fell.

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Ticking

The ticking of my watch
Invades my thoughts.
The never ceasing ticking
Of the seconds that
Pass by
Without looking back.
The seconds of their
Laughter,
Tears, 
Smiles.
The seconds of joy they are experiencing
Without me,
And of the sadness
I cannot help them through.
I fight back tears
As my chest 
Begins to tighten.
'It's just a little longer,'
I try to console myself,
But still my watch is ticking.