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Visible defect
Variation
Soothing effect
As my fingertips
Run over this formation
Through hills and dips
Passing pain
Now a conversation piece
These wash away with the rain
These
One day will
Cease
Internal rips
And tears
Shadowed
Stitched with care
Only to be shredded
Again
Slow to heal
If only it was let alone
And you wouldn't hammer
In the sin
Full of chagrin
Confidence blown
I'd rather
Show you my scars
My skin shattered
Then you discover my wounds
Ruined
Can't keep the seal
So slow to heal
Copyright © Brontë Morris | Year Posted 2012
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Brontë Morris Poem
Do you realize that you lost?
Do you realize that I won?
Or did you think it was a tie
In your sick twisted mind?
Stuck in your lies
Concrete at your feet
You never took a step
You never made a sound
When the gun was fired
And I ran for my life
Do you realize that you lost?
Battered and tossed
By your own malfunction
Wires you crossed
Leaning on a crutch
From wounds self inflicted
Do you realize that I won?
Running like fire
Brighter than the sun
Autumn behind my head
Summer in my eyes
So near the finish line
The reward is mine
Or did you think it was a tie?
Tangled web behind your eyes
Wrapped in delusions
Coming to false conclusions
In your sick twisted mind
Do you realize that you lost?
Do you realize that I won?
Or did you think it was a tie
In your sick twisted mind?
Stuck in your lies
Concrete at your feet
You never took a step
You never made a sound
When the gun was fired
And I ran for my life
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I love the way you snuggle up to me
And wait for me while I make tea
I like the way you get excited when I give you toast
Because I love you the most
I like how you twirl
And how your hair curls
I like how we fight together
And I know we'll be friends forever
Because dogs are like that you know?
Copyright © Brontë Morris | Year Posted 2009
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Seasons come
Seasons go
Some prefer to stay numb
Some prefer nights that stay aglow
Not me
I like to be
The one who breathes
The tears
And cries the air we fear
I live for the chorus
I'm the one
Whose laugh runs
Through stillness
And breaks the stiffness
I wish to be surrounded
By ones who turn black to red
Our laughter mingles
Senses tingle
Our voices join
You and me
In harmonious glee
Raucous as the sea
We live for the chorus
Copyright © Brontë Morris | Year Posted 2011
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Many times I've thought of him
I can't get rid of the pain
Sulking around until someone asks what's wrong
Even my dog looks sympathetic
Right to him I wish I could go
Anyone could see my love for him
Better off dead
Love sucks when they don't love you back
Everyday is miserable
Copyright © Brontë Morris | Year Posted 2009
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Warmth
In my skin
Fresh faced
Embracing sin
Gather
Retract
Sun bathed golden grains
Richer
Infract
Life everlastingly changed
Darkness
Ahead
Impending disaster
Silently said
Wind
Bend
Ache
Break
Slipping through
Again
Too late
Ivory
Showing
Please
Start slowing
These savory moments within
Gaps
Inside
Helplessly flowing
In this tide
Traps my hands in emptiness
From the sun filled sky
Wind
Bend
Ache
Break
Slipping through
Again
Too late
Copyright © Brontë Morris | Year Posted 2012
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Do you ever show up?
I always hope you will
So my heart always gets broken
And my spirits plummet
Puny as a pea
Petrified I won't see him soon
Out the window goes happiness
Into a whirlwind of emotion
Nary a smile to be found, but only frowns
Then you know how love feels
Merry as an angry bee
Earnest pain, and earnest joy
Never will you find happiness 'till' you find him again
To know love, is to know dissapointment
Copyright © Brontë Morris | Year Posted 2009
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Strain
On my back
This burden
Will burst my veins
The strength to hold on
I lack
Can't shield the attack
I shake
Under the weight
Keep throwing the bricks
Until my soul is sick
Create my fate
Laugh when I cry
And dance when I die
Venom filled words
Burn through the porcelain
Stabbing the sword
Deeper in blood red skin
The hiss
Fills my ears
Hit
Miss
One more sear
More burning tears
Death will come
Victory for the meek
Can't help but succumb
To the power you seek
We stand tall
A power so great
You've become so small
No room for your hate
Our scars erased
By the one deserving
The highest place
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1 through the door
2 through your heart
3 through your head
4 colors in my eyes
Red, red, red
1 clash
2 rings
3 words
4 sirens
Shrieks of red, red, red
1 bed of white
2 saviors
3 men at my side
4 grievers
Tears of red, red, red
1 room of rock
2 rings around my wrist
3 eyes in my head
4 days before forever
Stains of red, red, red
1 room
2 sides
3 on one
4 on the other
Crying out red, red, red
1 decision
2 stabs of pain in my side
3 cries
4 smiles
The judge says red, red, red
1 boy
2 people
3 arguments
4 solutions
Mine was red, red, red
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Your breath on my neck
You breathe in my scent
A sensational wreck
A sly wicked hint
A complete disaster
You wreak of wrong
My heart still beats faster
(Still faster)
When I hold on so long
Get your stench off me
But linger while you do
Feelings deep as the sea
Shallow as a pool
Perversion in your eyes
Twisted lies on your lips
You disgust me
You entrance me
But you're not worth my time
My heart aches of trouble
My head suffers double
Stop staring
Start looking
You lay the bait
For something I can't have
Get your stench off me
But linger while you do
Feelings deep as the ocean
Shallow as a pool.
Copyright © Brontë Morris | Year Posted 2013
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