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Brianna Hollister Poem
We always knew Miss Daisy
Was crazy.
The way she said things
Then played with her bangs.
Her shirt
Covered in dirt
She let her head fall back
And scream, "that was wack!"
But Miss Daisy,
And her crazy
Didn't like to leave.
And me being naïve
Thought it was okay.
To say
"Miss Daisy,
Just lately,
You've been
Awfully thin.
Maybe we need
To feed."
Miss Daisy
And her crazy.
Unshapely
thin.
Tiny
Small.
Copyright © Brianna Hollister | Year Posted 2016
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Brianna Hollister Poem
As I walk past, somebody
tries to scream, “Save
Me!” My heart beats faster. Me,
myself, and I
like we are the ones. Am
I scared?
Yes. More scared
Than the somebody
In the alleyway. Am
I walking faster? Yes. Trying to save
myself for I
don’t know what is in store for me.
What is going to happen to me?
For if I’m too scared
To move on, am I
too dumb to ask somebody
To help me save
myself? I am.
Sometimes I am
too busy to care for me.
I am too confused to save
myself. Too scared
to stop myself for somebody
may not see that I
need them and I
may be stuck and am
very cold and lonely that not even somebody
With a blanket and a puppy can warm me.
The life I lead, how scared I
may be, is too much for somebody to save
me. To save
myself is too hard for I
am too scared
To ask for help. How am
I so stupid? Too scared to save me.
I just need somebody.
Somebody save me.
I am scared.
Copyright © Brianna Hollister | Year Posted 2017
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Brianna Hollister Poem
The smell of your paper.
The smudge of the ink on your crinkled edges.
The words I scrawled on your surface
You knew all of my secrets.
And I knew you wouldn't have told a soul.
You had a home in my backpack.
You lived there.
Day in and day out.
I took you out occasionally,
Making sure you were okay.
One day,
I left you out too long.
Right in plain view.
She came in
And Snatched you up.
And with a blink of my eye,
My whole world had disappeared
But you, you knew I would be okay.
I've tried remembering you.
But I couldn't.
My mind
was not capable of remembering
Your beauty.
You left too soon.
I can still feel your presence.
You make me keep going.
I know someday,
I will write something
That will hopefully come close to you.
Copyright © Brianna Hollister | Year Posted 2016
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Brianna Hollister Poem
I'm living in a haze,
These dark days.
Some how always
Getting the best of me
Why won't they leave me be.
Just set me free.
My mom freaks.
My voice too weak
My dad sees
He just leaves.
But these dark days.
Even with the haze.
Keeps me safe.
Embracing me
I'm free.
The pain
With no gain.
The tears
When no one hears.
The haze
From my dark days
Lifts me up
And sets me down.
Only to be a clown.
To turn my frown
Upside down
Even though
I'm very low.
And my days
With my haze
Makes me sad.
Makes me mad
It also make me glad.
I know the haze
Acts as a maze
Taking me to places.
Setting up bases.
For me to visit
I know I'm gonna miss it.
When its gone.
The next morning
I got a warning
My beautiful haze
Stating a phrase.
"Medicine will make you better."
It enunciated each letter.
I cry
As it waves good bye
A finger down my throat
And a nurse who gloats
A tiny pill.
Just to kill
Put an end
To my only friend
My dark days,
Have never felt so dark
Copyright © Brianna Hollister | Year Posted 2016
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