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Best Poems Written by Cassidy Bright

Below are the all-time best Cassidy Bright poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Empty Rain

Where I'm at, it's quiet
all I've got is empty rain
lift me to the sky.

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Crazy

I sit in my bed, Crazy. I cry tears, Crazy. I think about you, Crazy. We touch in my 
dreams, Crazy. You stop my heart, Crazy. You pull me in deeper, Crazy. I write 
about you, Crazy. I'm here for you, Crazy. No matter what, Crazy.  I scream, Crazy. 
Pain, Crazy. Live, laugh, love, Crazy. I love you, Crazy. Boy plain and simple you 
make me, CRAZY, Crazy, crazy.

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Brayson Inspiration

Rolling down the concrete, skate-wheels roll and rumble, over cracks, and anthill stacks, and leaves that crunch and crumble. Brand new deck, and skate shoes, a perfect day to ride, not caring what the pessimists say he does his kicks and flips with pride. Dirty looks all down the street, the whole skate rep is bad, but he doesn’t care, he lets them stare, and secretly it makes him glad. You hear the skate trucks clicking as he glides across the road, he has his headphones in his ears and he sings quietly as he goes. But then the skateboard stops and off the board he flips, he rolls and scrapes his elbows up, stands, laughs, and doesn’t trip. The little stumble makes him smile, and he laughs a little more, then he kick-flips down the four-stair, and feels as if he’s finished a chore. He slides around the corner and a prep-kid stares him down, he holds his middle finger up and preppy starts to frown. Another smaller skater kid watches him with awe, he slows down a bit, then pop-shove’s-it, and the little skater drops his jaw. He pushes away and they wave goodbye, and people act as if he commit a crime, so he slows down again, gives a grin, and pop-shove’s-it one more time. Landing like a professional he goes happily on his way, smiling the whole way home, because he had the perfect day. He ignores the fact people say, “Skating’s gay and out of fashion,” because when he thinks about the way he is, skating’s always been his passion.

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The Wish

I lie on the ground and I stare into space, the stars move into the shape of your 
face. I see you there now looking down at me, with that cute little smile that I love 
to see.
You say, "Close your eyes tell me what you see." I say, "I see to people they are 
just you and me." 
We walk on the shore with our feet getting wet the horizon turns pink as the sun 
starts to set. We make love through the night on that white sandy shore and I hold 
you while thinking I could want nothing more.
How I wish I could be in that one special place, as I lay on the ground and stare into 
space.

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Defeated

This night I fall, fumbeling, stumbeling. Blinded by bitter tears of rage and remourse. 
I scour the street for the dull edge. The thin line between this world and the next. I 
am broken, a wasted shell, the seed of life has been crushed, before it could be 
sewn. I moan in my heart this pain is too great, sacrifices reluctantly offered, yet 
neccissarry.  I bleed, I cry for my heart as I watch it crumble. My distruction is nigh, 
is there a cure? This disease threatens my very existance. So I'll cease to exist. 
Never more shall I hurt, never more shall I break, I am defeated.

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Colby's Poem

 As days grow older they seem to get shorter and life as we know it gets 
harder and harder, and we try our best to hide the pain, on the outside it's different, 
inside it's the same. People glare and think, "I wish I was that happy." but inside what 
we're thinking is truthfully depressing and nasty. As we try our hardest to give and 
please, we really wonder, "Well, what about me?" And no matter what things never 
change, our minds get cloudy we feel deranged. We always think about the childhood 
tragedy, that pushes into a deeper depravity. But things do get better and dark skies 
do turn blue, smiles creep up on faces and wise words turn true. So we wish and wish 
with all we've got, and our storybook ending gets back on the plot, and when we look 
up at the start at the end of the day, God holds his arms out, smiles and says, 
"Everything will be okay."