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Bri Brown Poem
Blackness comes tonight.
No matter how far you run,
Darkness will follow.
Copyright © Bri Brown | Year Posted 2009
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Bri Brown Poem
smoking pot,
drinking 'MORGAN'
its done alot,
but no one cares
at the parties,
he smashes smarties
people laugh and dare him to.
he inhales deeply
he dose it freely
nobody forced him to
he starts coughing
pot heads mocking
his insane poposterious stunt
he grabs a can
out of his best friends hand
in an attempt to get it out
fake 'homemade' coke,
and his shirt beer soaked,
he heads home wih fear
that his mother might hear
him come in his window,
his girlfreind waits
to take her place
held tight in his arms
little did she know,
that he was stoned
and out parting all night.
he put up a fight
to say that he had a right
to be free for once in his life.
If you would have known him
before i started this poem
you would know how romantic
and careing
and shareing
and wonderful he was.
Copyright © Bri Brown | Year Posted 2010
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as i walk across the room,
i can't but help to notice you,
the things i say the things i do,
i can not say it can't be true
this i do i promise you.
as i walk across the stage,
i notice you, our eyes engage,
the things you say, the things you do,
i can't but help to turn all blue,
this i do, i promise you
as i walk into the store,
i notice you though the door
the things we say, the the things we do
this i promise, i love you
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Bri Brown Poem
Drugs, are only a temerary fix.
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joyous music plays.
It can all change abruptly.
Now the death march plays.
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Bri Brown Poem
For a dagger so sharp
before me, I do not trust,
'tiss so devilish
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My eyes are dry,
from the tears i cry,
'cuz you never really got the chance
to sing your song and dance,
'territorial pissings'
is why im missing
'come as you are'
from near and far
just to show you,
that we have a clue,
of how you delt
with the way you felt
enough drugs to kill three
"drinks are on me"
from the day you were born
you felt worn,
used and abused
by your parents fumes
caused your music
without, you couldn't do it
your anger and hate
aginst peole was so great,
that i caused your fate.
this poem is a tribute to the life of Kurt Cobain. the lead sinnger and
gutairist of Nirvana. - Bree
Copyright © Bri Brown | Year Posted 2010
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Bri Brown Poem
Army duty calls
across every single sea
war cries start ringing.
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A normal day,
A boy sits down with his friends,
He sets his bag down.
They talk about plans,
Ans what's happening later,
They're all unaware.
The day turns drastic,
No one would have suspected,
That this would happens.
A gun is fired,
Into a group of students,
Their plans are ruined.
My condolences.
Copyright © Bri Brown | Year Posted 2012
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thou art my sweet love,
romeo and Juliet,
can't even top this,
cupids strongest bow,
will brake under our love,
yet it doesn't last.
(inspired by Shakespeare)
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