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Brandi Frey Poem
Look at me stupid thing
I have some issues
No, listen here you silence violator
Don't dare give me that look
Okay, cruel creature
Do I have to stitch to you new ears?
Are you dumbfounded by speech?
Look, come on,
That’s it
Stop it
You know what
With your eyes and that ridiculous head tilt
I hate you!
You wake me
And beg and drool
And cry like a demon
At small scratches
I should just strap you to the bed
And let some priest purify you
I feel nothing for you and your tears
So I'd like you to go
Stop your shaking
This is the result
Don’t you get it?
You're at fault
Look pretty thing
I’m sorry
I get it now
You wind up doll
You crummy noise maker
I get it
Come on, now
You’re tasting the sea
I'll wrap you back up
And won't dare sigh
No, I won’t
When you start your chant again
Oh goodness, stupid thing
Would you just listen to me?
Copyright © Brandi Frey | Year Posted 2014
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Brandi Frey Poem
I see you tangled on your bed
Murmuring and chanting and tugging your hair
It would be so simple
Why don’t you come play with me?
Can you not remember?
Our stupid fun together
You always smiled at me
In return, I smiled for you
But all you do is stare now
It would be so simple
Just come play with me
Please, oh please
I hear those voices in my ear
As you just slam your colossal red door
And I peer over your tennis shoe
You're making me beg
Please come play with me
They’re at it again and your hair is mounds
They argue and trample through the night
Panicked, you trace the room
Your clumsy foot smashing my face
Just come play with me
I can hear them shouting now
And you do just the same
Silent but for in your head
Come play with me
I am disgusted by you
And forgotten by you
I want to make you still
Your strands are all over me
God, oh God, why didn't you come play with me?
Then, oh yes, I hear your socks tug and scrap
There yells have made you bald
And I see you think
A tiny thought
A mistake
Your crouching in front of me
Ugly grin fake on your face
I’ll show you kindly, like you showed me
Why you shouldn't have come play with me
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Brandi Frey Poem
They have mentioned you to me
The white coats
And men with needles
They say awful things to me
About you
And their disgusting words
Constantly creeping
Internal infection
Sometimes I feel the burn
That tugged and rubbed my palms
The rope I grip when I see you
When the silence is screaming
The distance outlines you dark
And I starve for contrast
Because all that blinds me is
White, white, white
Now I see the planks are falling
So it is either sprint
Fuse with you
Find the gray
Begin a crossing
Or slash the ropes
Watch the clumsy creation
Smack, smash, and crack
On the cliff rocks
Your teeth are crooked
I always find your scratches
Writing in my arms and legs
Those ugly pain bringers
Say I am you
And I need to end you
Talk to them about you
But I don't know you
You only spoke to me in blood
And the tears in my eyes
From the strain of the light
Is making me cross
I need to know you
And become you
So you can tell them
Why you stand there
Grinning across the ropes
Copyright © Brandi Frey | Year Posted 2014
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