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Name: Briar Age:20

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About me

Name:….uuuum

Age:20

height:5’3

Date of birth: 5/25/02

From: Scotland

eye color: Hazel

favorite color: Yellow

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You slowly have been figuring me out

my mannerisms

my ticks and my ticks

you can see right through me

like glass

and like glass i am fragile

with one mistake I can shatter

and on the cold days where you try to bestow

your warmth

I fog

I hide in the facade that I bathe myself in

the smoke show

but when you wipe me down

show the very panes which make me

completely bare

transparent

i cannot find a balance

the dust particles that make my personality

that glaze over the wooden frame

the atmosphere that makes a home

is not welcome

because i fear that if that dust gathers

nobody will want to come in

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She sat on the sea in a boat with no water

with so much surrounding but nothing to drink

the plateus surrounding so tall they would tower

she couldn’t help but find herself on the brink

of the madness surrounding

a stinging salt serpent

her eyes filled with water

a solemn event

her tears she would drink

The years how they went

her forehead know wrinkled

her hair now unkempt

the rain finally sprinkled

Where the sun once had been

her eyes were wide open

her clothes old and green

She had quitted her hopin’

Since the rain had not been

But she quitted her moping

her fate was now seen

Her eyelids now sloping

her last breath escaped

the rain slowly stoping

showed the sun with clouds caped

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I ran

Like a thief in the night

You stole me away

into your clutches

telling me that your cold grasp was the warmest

telling me that i deserved the cold

it scared me

So I ran

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My creations

things that will keep me sacred to some

the significant psalms that keep me here

please don’t let them slip away

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Sabotage

You sabotaged a secret

afraid of which ears it might fall upon

like facing into the breeze

for fear of the chill

now i can hear you

as your voice runs through the trees

and rings in my ears

you hurt me

Your willow branches whipping in the wind

So save your honesty for the saints

and your confessions for yourself

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I do not suffer from insanity. I enjoy every minute of it.

-Edgar Allen Poe

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Writers block

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A poem that isn’t free verse?! No

Madness

at the actions you show

sadness

at the fact that you know

my gladness

that i am so low

and you would just mow over me

my dear

How do you sit there

while i am just in constant fear

my dear

how can I show you

when i barely know you

that you are the world

to me

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The caretaker

she was young

she was only a child

she was supposed to be taken care of

you were supposed to take care of her

but she took care of you

she withstood the harsh winds

Like a whipping willow

and faced the screaming of the beast

like the eye of a hurricane

she kept the waters calm

like the rigid mountains

she was your rock

your solid land to lie on

so she sought after help from those who didn’t care

she scoured through books and tech

all for a hand that could support her

and she found hands

hands that would manipulate and use her

hands that were violent and dangerous

hands she craved to fix

but her hands were worse for ware

and they were battered and bruised from years past

she only wanted support

she only wanted to be happy

she WAS happy

she was me

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I see your smile as sunlight leaks through the blinds

It spills onto your rosy cheeks as I lie next to you

last night was fun

we talked about anything and everything

we made sweet love in the peace of the night

but all of that is gone now

all I can think of is you

and your beautiful eyes as the flutter open

all I can think of

is you

my love

you are everything

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A rose by any other name

a rose by any other name

is still a rose

just a rose

no matter how much you call it something else

it’s still a rose

And as you watch its petals and wilt

and its roots go dry

then you’ll wish that you stopped

stopped calling it the sun

and the moon

Comparing it to things just out of reach

then you’ll wish that you told it that it was just

a rose

and that that was ok