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Brandi Mitchell Poem
There comes a time
when we must say goodbye
all beautiful things
eventually die
The summer, the winter
they come and they go
and soon we will leave
all that we know
We live majestically
happy and free
but it can't last forever
this you will see
Your last dying breath
the flower has faded
your soul leaves you quickly
you couldn't have waited
Your legacy remains
untouched and true
cherished by the ones
you never knew
The world will go on
the sun has to rise
but the laws will not change
and it never lies
We'll all fly away
all good must end
dying is only
an unendless trend
Say your goodbyes
there's no reason or rhyme
but for all that is beautiful
there comes a time
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Brandi Mitchell Poem
You've come wanting a potion
you've come wanting a spell
you're looking for some magic
an enchantment, I can tell
I think I've got the thing for you
step back and let me see
a few ingredients in my pot
to avoid catastrophe
A little bit of hazelnut
a sprig of basil leaf
an ounce of buttered ogre toes
a dash of "oh good grief!"
A teensy part of a unicorn's horn
bacon from a flying pig
a tablespoon of fairy spit
some dirt from a graveyard dig
Let's not forget some daydream broth
a cup of "if you dare"
a portion of a werewolve's howl
a fair amount of nightmare
We couldn't leave out a magic bean
half of a warlock's curse
a triple dose of pixie dust
and three coins from a dead man's purse
Finally I'll add a sprinkling
of teardrops just for her
that's everything I do believe
I'll just give it a stir
Well now my potion is complete
I'll go grab a cup
this will grant you what you want
so come on now, drink up!
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Brandi Mitchell Poem
I'll always, forever
be just falling short
hopelessly hopeless
with angry retorts
I'm tired of losing
it's always the same
I'm finished with playing
a bottomless game
I'll never be stronger
or good enough, too
I can't reach expectations
that no one can do
insult me or taunt me
the matter won't change
failure is nearing
and I'm in it's range
I'm broken, I'm empty
no more last resort
winning's impossible
because I'm just falling short
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Brandi Mitchell Poem
I look in the mirror
and judge what I see
I stare at the outside
and assume that it's me
I wish to be different
to change how I look
but I hide what I'm feeling
I'm a locked and closed book
the comments I'm given
have driven me here
I'm afraid of rejection
and chained down with fear
The weight of exhaustion
creeps up in the night
I'm searching and searching
but I can't find the light
I'm fighting a battle
I must choose a side
I struggle to regain
the acceptance that's died
I'm finding out slowly
what appearances bring
you won't always be happy
it can come with a sting
I'm far from my victory
I'm wet with tears cried
but I know that a cover
doesn't match what's inside
No, it's not defined
by the rich and the snooty
I'm starting to realize
the true meaning of beauty
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Brandi Mitchell Poem
You may walk
the path of the dead,
but I warn you, it's a dangerous
path that you tread
Always keep watch
they'll tear you apart
keep close your life's breath
and your beating heart
the souls that dwell here
are hungry for giving
all the dead want
is a piece of the living
when you choose to visit
you can't go back and tell
there's little escaping
so welcome to hell
Just trust me, don't falter
they'll rip you to shreds
keep to the path
because violence spreads
I wouldn't go walking
into this blackness that rolls
I know because I live there
I'm one of the souls
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Brandi Mitchell Poem
There are many ways to die
to plan out your death
so let's be creative
when we breathe our last breath
you can choke on a cupcake
you can slip on some ice
you can jump off a cliff
you can eat poisoned rice
you can be strangled or tortured
stretched till you break
you can cut off your legs
and bleed out, for pete's sake!
you can be ripped into pieces
by a beast of your pick
you can be shot with an arrow
or impaled with a stick
there are so many ways
to be killed, it is true
but the real question is
what will happen to you?
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Brandi Mitchell Poem
How do you find depth
in a shallow pool?
How do you face a world
so hateful and cruel?
How do you find meaning
when you're slipping below?
How do you stay
as pure as the snow?
How do you rise above
an earth so filled with wrong?
How do you make count
a life that isn't long?
How do you stop faking
and start trying to be true?
How do you grasp purpose
when it's unclear what you should do?
How do you quit the game
and break the broken rule?
How do you find depth
in a shallow pool?
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when earth cries
its tears fall upon us
not tears of sadness, really
tears to cleanse the horror
that it has seen that year
to wash away the pain
and the blood that has stained its surface
a revival
so it can last one more year
the ugly must be swept away
so the beauty can be seen
or else we might not notice
amazing
we might only notice
fear
so the bad must be swept away
so the good can return
so the showers must fall
so the flowers will bloom
spring showers contest
4/14/13
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Sitting on a bench
she met him one day
in the park, he passed by
and stole her heart away
sitting on a bench,
when he told her he'd be gone for a year
the army needed soldiers
and she was left with her fear
sitting on a bench
in the summer, in the fall
the leaves fell away
and she waited through all
sitting on a bench
while the snow came and went
while the grass turned back green
and less letters were sent
sitting on a bench
one year later, anticipating
sitting on a bench
where she still is found waiting
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Despite fear of rejection
I said what was true
it was all on the line
for me, and for you
at first it went badly
I prepared for the sever
but you dried my tears
and you told me forever
I loved you, adored you
I thought it was safe to feel
you said I was special
but for you, was it real?
You lied to me, tricked me
and then you walked away
my heart was still breaking
you'd lead me astray
you crushed my reality
you bartered my pride
you kept safely hidden
what was really inside
your severe lack of passion
should have been a red flag
but I ignored all the signs
your boast and your brag
I believed what you told me
I was blinded by hope
you moved on so quickly
while I'm still learning to cope
I guess I am over you
and what we could have been
but I hate feeling trivial
though it might be a sin
I want to feel wanted
to have more impact on you
I won't settle for second
or stay with the few
we were best friends
now we don't even speak
what happened..what happened?
what truth can I seek?
how can fire fade to ice
in such little time?
how can you be so different
from my reason and rhyme?
why can't I forget you
like you forgot me?
I've got plenty of options
but you still hold the key
I want to fight, and to hurt you
I want to wage war
because I can't stand being no one
I want to be more
And yet, I still want to hide
to never see that same face
to quietly ignore
this situation, this empty space
I'm frustrated and angry
I need to break a few hearts
I won't once more feel whole
until I've torn things apart
you put cracks in my confidence
you pt doubts in my mind
at least I now realize
I have things left to find
are you really that gorgeous?
or loved? or adored?
why is it your opinion that matters?
and cuts like a sword?
I'll just pretend you mean nothing
Like I mean to you
I'll be polite, I'll be stunning
my heart won't show through
Would I really be happy
if you were forced to your knees?
I don't need you, don't want you
my heart will soon agree
I'll fight you with confidence
I will show you I've grown
you mean nothing to me now
I am fine on my own
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