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Jillian Brant Poem
Wondrous winter
Chills the nose,
Warms the heart
and swirls the snow.
Children play.
Angels are made.
Lovers are laughing
And flakes are laid.
Cocoa and Candy,
A sign of night.
Till tomorrow, when again
All is bright.
Copyright © Jillian Brant | Year Posted 2008
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Stormy seas swarm in your iris.
Tentacles reach desperately,
Clenching that black abyss.
Wondering the while,
As you drown in forlorn.
Every inch of time
A look is torn.
Breaking the glaze,
Hollow whispers race,
Past sight,
Unnoticed.
Innocence is broken,
As my mind folds in on itself.
A casualty runs rampant.
For dear life he runs,
Treading footprints down my face.
Wild fires
Doused is gasoline.
Fueled by no more
Than those spiteful and mean.
Copyright © Jillian Brant | Year Posted 2007
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Jillian Brant Poem
Disturbing creeps
Find their way down the spine.
Sweaty palms,
Wrenching gut,
All keeping her too awake.
No one hears her faint calls.
Walls,
Echoes,
Distant memories of laughter.
No one hears her but him.
Slipping the mind into a secure place.
He takes her.
Piece by piece,
He takes her.
Left to lie on the chilled floor.
Empty with nothing to give.
There are no tears.
Lost,
Unwanted,
Secrets of holes inside her heart.
Copyright © Jillian Brant | Year Posted 2007
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Jillian Brant Poem
Resting on a fault line.
Worlds torn in two.
Clear skies,
No sorrowful sighs
On the right hand side of you.
To the left all will see
What the right is soon to be.
Woe and pain,
All gone insane.
An omen of untruth.
Trapped here in the middle,
Not a breath to be heard.
Waiting for the thunder
To steal every word.
Copyright © Jillian Brant | Year Posted 2007
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Won't you take my hand?
Will you walk me down this path?
Guiding lights don't linger here
To show the world I have.
Won't you take my hand?
Will you take me through this life?
Tell me how I need to be,
How to win this strife.
Please take my hand.
Just tell me where to go.
So many lost and helpless,
So many left to know.
Won't you take my hand?
Will you walk me down this path?
Far less than innocent, yet
Too pure to feel such wrath.
Won't you take my hand?
Will you heal my desperation?
Heal this sorrow,
Hear my cries,
Draw me into near obsession.
Never take my hand.
Never walk this path with me.
Feel for you I always will,
Darkness has set you free.
Copyright © Jillian Brant | Year Posted 2007
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