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Brooke Noble Poem
Don’t touch me.
I’m quiet, and tall
And out of reach.
I am weak, and worried
And out of sound.
I am nothing,
But the fear in falling;
Wondering why I’m not touched
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Brooke Noble Poem
Build me a mountain of uncertainty,
A stone of distant fears
Find me an army of losses
And empty hopes,
Some cluster of aimless hours to call my own.
Teach me about heartache and closed doors.
A broken way with nothingness in every direction.
Create in me a heavy heart,
full of misunderstandings and distrust
to keep me hurt and forever confused.
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Brooke Noble Poem
I'm telling you
Invest in super glue...
Glue super dudes's balls to his shoe,
Then what kind of running around can he do?
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Brooke Noble Poem
I’ll be broken
I’ll be beaten
I’ll even be pieces of blue
I’ll stay scattered forever
As long as they fix you
For my times are many,
Like birds of a feather
Plus I’ll figure it took all the glue in the world
To put you back together.
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Brooke Noble Poem
Hungry for a chump to do as I say
a stupid little man to simply look the other way
A well endowed stallion who breaks me off everyday
some sprung guy that gives me money before he goes away
Hungry for a hunk, like the finest thing to see
a ridiculously rich boy who wants to be used by me
So hungry for a chump that wants me to be his wife
yet stays satisfied with supporting me the rest of my life.
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Brooke Noble Poem
Listen to these words I came this far to say,
I am always a bitter breeze of forgotten things,
A mystery in the wake of silence.
A talent of jaded memories to be replaced by something simple.
I am distant in the rise of dawn,
A player in a wondrous game of fields and forests
I am quick to run,
A stream of calm waters flowing throughout the ways.
A theme of trying justice without the will to impart
A quarter of rigid ground to hard to bare anything
Too wide to know why.
Too simple to care.
Thus remaining a bitter breeze of forgotten things
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Brooke Noble Poem
I am misunderstood and distracted
I am empty and cold waters
I am frustrated and it shows in my sighs, in my silence, and in my answer to everything
My space is too narrow
My company is too focused
As my words are far too dark for vision
I am a lost thought in love,
Like forever chasing a wind
I am tomorrow’s sunlight beating down like heavy reasons and lies
I am a long story with no point,
And no place to go
I am a wasted note of hope,
With hours of writing on my wall.
I am quiet rain that stains the window with sadness.
I am all the things I shouldn’t be,
With a heavy heart to remind me,
I am without my most precious things
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Brooke Noble Poem
Once upon a whisper,
I woke up loud and round ‘bout,
As a proud song in quiet rain
Hoping to hear the silence
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Brooke Noble Poem
I’ll be forever and sweet,
A humble set of words I had once heard.
And time was full of reasons to stay awake,
For the thought
And the rain
And the saying of things,
Became forever and sweet
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Brooke Noble Poem
I lived to be an old woman, and how I could tell
of the changes I've seen.
i stood upon a mountain of my most precious years,
as they formed as jewels at my feet.
I looked down into the valleys to the places I had began,
which made clear how far I had come.
I could see all the rivers my tears had long but formed
as deep channels with no plan.
I was the one however to lead those that needed
strength of heart.
I often wonder upon the distance between the age of an old woman and rest,
I believe it will be the largest of any change that I have seen
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