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Brittany Martin Poem
And we, the bad seed,
will follow with impulse
of devil games in sweet
compulsions.
And we, the bad seed,
our hearts swell like
filled balloons that is to burst.
Excitement shakes and eagerness
is never ending- one and one
crime after another.
We come to
cross the invisible line
under the eyes who watch us
furiously.
We watched the blurry scenes of life flash on by,
and felt the shooting pains
that lasted only minuets.
But when those minuets passed, it was all forgotten.
These spirits (who watched us with
curious and angered eyes) push and drag
our souls, (wrestling us to the ground)
and we shake with the hands
of Devil himself.
The pain storms in through infinite
lingering waves of time,
and justice is served hot,
hot enough to blacken the skin to crisp.
- Cursed is the name that is given
in Hell.
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Brittany Martin Poem
I have seen broken hearts from promised love
-or prisoned love it sometimes seems-
I felt the pain from those I loved....
(love I thought it seemed to be).
But here we share this kind of love, a greater love,
better than all the love I've seen.
And you take my hand and kiss it,
as though you surely missed it,
And beg me for my dear me.
And your touch is all the wealth
that gives me promised happiness and health,
as though life is gifted to its fullest.
And I'm afraid to grasp, as though one day it will
be taken, just like my previous loves and the
loves I have seen forsaken..
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Brittany Martin Poem
The top was down, and we cruised against the wind. Red hair whipped in every direction, and
stung each cheek with a snap that cracked against the skin. It was the first day of Spring, it
seemed. The sun was out and the air was warm. We drove fast, and I looked up to see the
palm trees that stood tall.
Breathe in, Breathe out.
I felt life today. It was insane to feel so free. The music that played overfilled me with soul
and I stopped to think that maybe I am a little crazy.
Have others felt this way?
It was a peaceful moment, and I was comfortable accepting that maybe I was a little
different.
That is what made me an artist- I have an abstract perception on how I view the world...
But if you have seen what I have seen, if you have dreamed what I have dreamed,
you will know nothing is ever as it really seems to be.
All the palm trees, the warm sun and the flowing hair.. is nothing more than a single moment
of time. It cease to exist now, and I am crazy to believe that it IS real after it passed
when it really is nothing but a memory.
A memory.
Nothing but a memory.
And I am crazy to re-live it and believe its still real.
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Brittany Martin Poem
I love for peace,
I live for peace,
I rebel for peace,
I give for peace.
Peace is something warm and
out worn, but its something so
comfortable that no one will
throw away.
Peace is something bright and
loving like the sun that shines down upon.
Peace is made for hours on end by
working hands that sweat- they will
sweat until the warm drops fill a pool.
Peace is something dreamt in the mind,
and felt in the heart. We envision, and it
comes alive through each live beat of our soul.
Peace can be everywhere, but people
forget about peace and it diminishes too easily.
It is as fragile as infant that must be taken care of,
and it should be respected as we should respect
the elders far much wiser than us.
In peace we can hold hands with enemies and
forgive pain that was caused. In peace we can
submit ourselves to our faults and accept the truth.
In peace we can look at everything with love
and with love we become stronger and no one will
ever be hurt.
That is only with peace...
I give for peace,
I rebel for peace,
I live for peace,
I love for peace.
Copyright © Brittany Martin | Year Posted 2011
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