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rbrower

rbrower

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Desire

This isn’t fair.
I just want to get rid of you, to be free.
I can wade the tides for a little while, only becoming a little flustered.
But then a storm begins.
The lighting strikes as the waves come crashing over my head.
They push me off the coast, plunging my fragile body deeper into the water.
My addiction becomes stronger as I drown in an ocean of you.
The invisible shackles on my wrists burn deep below my skin, setting fire to my soul.
I will sacrifice everything just to be through with you.
I run as fast as I can from you, but I know how tricky you are.
I’m pulled in by your conniving ways.
You are around every corner, waiting to push me down again.
Waiting to throw me back into your ocean.
You cover every inch of my flesh, placing tight constrictions on my chest.
My heart tries its hardest to beat, but you suffocate it, my blood no longer flowing.
I am addicted to you.
Your devious smile shows me how pleased you are as my screams turn to sobs, wanting to be released.
I’m ashamed of myself, and I know that I can beat this.
I’m going to run away completely, to start a new life.
I break free from your release, my legs alternating their pattern as they hit the ground.
I enjoy the feeling of fresh air, cold as it may be, as it whips by my face.
I don’t need you. I can survive on my own.
But now I crave you once again as I smell your sweet aroma, following not too far behind.
I can hear the crash of waves, taste the salt of the ocean in the air, feel your presence.
You make me a sinner, you make me a liar.
But you are my only desire.
 
rbrower

rbrower

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Your Letter

I finally got over not seeing your face every day.
I have finally recovered, starting to move on.
I no longer look up at the stars, wondering if you are looking at them too.
My heart no longer skips a beat when I see a yellow jeep ride down the road.
Every once in a while, I see your picture.
You seem so far away though, not the same girl that I once knew.
I realize that I have changed too.
I’ve become a better man.
I finally opened your envelope, the one with my name written in your cursive writing.
The letter smelled of your perfume, roses and sugar, a smell that once drove me wild.
I don’t feel anything at all now though.
A few of the words were smudged on the letter, looking as if they had run in contact with water.
I realize that you were crying when you wrote this, shedding a tear over me.
I start trying my hardest to cry, to journey back to the heartbroken feeling that you were experiencing.
I wanted to feel that rush, to feel fearless for a moment.
I wanted to feel as if I couldn’t breathe without you.
I wanted to journey back to our love, to let it pour out of my eyes.
I couldn’t though.
No matter how hard I try, a tear will not fall.
A letter that once would have spread emotion across my flesh is now just words on paper.
The words all run together in my mind, none of them feeling significant.
I no longer love you.
 
dandaman

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^Based on your avatar, all I can picture is an alternate version of Roger's love letter in Who Framed Roger Rabbit?. :lol:
 
rbrower

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Intoxicated

My eyes are beginning to sting a little.
Still, I do not break my focus.
I continue to stare at my phone.
Waiting for your call.
Waiting to hear your voice.
Waiting for the pit of my stomach to untie itself from the knot it has created.
I just sit there, waiting.
With every second that passes, I fall deeper into my own hole.
I stumble, no idea where my mind is heading.
I’m still sitting here though, staring at the phone.
I break my focus for a second, trying to distract myself by becoming more aware of my surroundings.
Rain is falling outside, blurring my vision of the landscape through the window.
All that I can see is a dark sky, a few twinkling lights illuminating the outside paths.
Drops of rain slowly streak down the glass, sometimes conjoining together.
I realize that I am mirroring the action with tears on my face.
Why do I let myself get so caught up in you?
I jump into your arms, waiting to feel your comfort, waiting to feel your warmth.
It is all artificial though, turning into dust.
The dust is toxic to my heart, strangling it until it can no longer pulsate.
You intoxicate me with your every movement, with every word that rolls off your tongue.
Your sweet voice, sounding so calm and welcome.
At the thought of your voice, my eyes go darting back to my phone.
You still haven’t called.
Why am I so intoxicated by you?
 
EPCOT Explorer

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rbrower said:
Intoxicated

My eyes are beginning to sting a little.
Still, I do not break my focus.
I continue to stare at my phone.
Waiting for your call.
Waiting to hear your voice.
Waiting for the pit of my stomach to untie itself from the knot it has created.
I just sit there, waiting.
With every second that passes, I fall deeper into my own hole.
I stumble, no idea where my mind is heading.
I’m still sitting here though, staring at the phone.
I break my focus for a second, trying to distract myself by becoming more aware of my surroundings.
Rain is falling outside, blurring my vision of the landscape through the window.
All that I can see is a dark sky, a few twinkling lights illuminating the outside paths.
Drops of rain slowly streak down the glass, sometimes conjoining together.
I realize that I am mirroring the action with tears on my face.
Why do I let myself get so caught up in you?
I jump into your arms, waiting to feel your comfort, waiting to feel your warmth.
It is all artificial though, turning into dust.
The dust is toxic to my heart, strangling it until it can no longer pulsate.
You intoxicate me with your every movement, with every word that rolls off your tongue.
Your sweet voice, sounding so calm and welcome.
At the thought of your voice, my eyes go darting back to my phone.
You still haven’t called.
Why am I so intoxicated by you?
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Very nice...and I hate that feeling.:lookaroun:lol:
 
Disneyson 1

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Hi, am I missing something???? I feel ostracized!!! WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Anyways, the poems are really good! Please keep making them!
 
rbrower

rbrower

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I went a little crazy with this one...:lookaroun

Trigger

I know what she has done.
That is why I have to do this.
She will not cheat on me.
That will not happen.
I found his number, sketched into her little black book with a star beside it.
I’m not crazy.
I hear the purr of the engine as his smooth, black sports car pulls into the driveway.
I also hear the clinking of metal as I prepare the trigger of my gun.
She will pay for this later, but now is not her time.
How good it feels, to have the upper hand.
It will feel even better to see the look on his face when he sees me with my gun, not her in her lacy lingerie.
The gravel cracks underneath his feet as he takes steps towards the house.
He’s counting down with each step he takes, getting closer to his own death.
I can’t help but smile, knowing what I’m about to do.
I’m not crazy.
I hide in the shadows as he approaches the front door, a black trench coat swooping around him.
His finger reaches out for the doorbell, not aware that he is ringing the chime to his own death.
I jerk the door open, pistol in hand, and pull the trigger.
I laugh, knowing that he will never again be the object of my wife’s affair.
I walk to look at his cold corpse, now motionless on the ground.
A bullet hole is in his chest, blood spreading around his body.
It is as if the blood is a parasite, consuming his flesh, covering every inch of his being.
It is pleasing to see his body lifeless, knowing that I ended it.
I look at his face, wanting to see the final look in his eyes.
That is when I see the face of my wife, wearing his trench coat, dead.
I’m not crazy.



:lookaroun
 
Disneyson 1

Disneyson 1

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^Yes, yes you are. But I liked it anyway... a little creepy. In fact, you've just inspired me!

Tigger

I know what he has done.
His bouncy trouciness will be no more.
I've seen him on the T.V.
He will pay for his joy.
I'm not crazy.
I enter the park with just my fingers.
My Tigger fingers.
I walk down the street of broken dreams to the Palace of Crystal.
It shimmers in the golden sun.
I swoop in without a reservation.
I don't plan on eating breakfast.
I'm not crazy.
I see him meeting another guest as the greeter rushes to escort me out.
I wave my arm in greeting and he does so as well.
I pull out my disposable camera and hand it to a diner.
I reach my hand around him, feeling the fur.
I finally have him.
I'm not crazy.
I fish around and he can feel me massaging his back.
I hit the cold, cold metal, the flap.
I pull down with my Tigger fingers.
He reaches around and punches me in the face, blood spurting from the nose.
It is not pleasing, I have failed.
The greeter escorts me to town hall, where I am cast out of the street of broken dreams.
Forever.
I'm not crazy.
 
rbrower

rbrower

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Disneyson 1 said:
^Yes, yes you are. But I liked it anyway... a little creepy. In fact, you've just inspired me!

Tigger

I know what he has done.
His bouncy trouciness will be no more.
I've seen him on the T.V.
He will pay for his joy.
I'm not crazy.
I enter the park with just my fingers.
My Tigger fingers.
I walk down the street of broken dreams to the Palace of Crystal.
It shimmers in the golden sun.
I swoop in without a reservation.
I don't plan on eating breakfast.
I'm not crazy.
I see him meeting another guest as the greeter rushes to escort me out.
I wave my arm in greeting and he does so as well.
I pull out my disposable camera and hand it to a diner.
I reach my hand around him, feeling the fur.
I finally have him.
I'm not crazy.
I fish around and he can feel me massaging his back.
I hit the cold, cold metal, the flap.
I pull down with my Tigger fingers.
He reaches around and punches me in the face, blood spurting from the nose.
It is not pleasing, I have failed.
The greeter escorts me to town hall, where I am cast out of the street of broken dreams.
Forever.
I'm not crazy.
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:lookaroun

:lol: Nice.


And you can ask Evan, but I've been creating some creepy ideas within the past few days. :lookaroun
 
rbrower

rbrower

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Green Light

No.
I won’t let it be this way.
My hand grips the steering wheel, my palms clammy.
You can’t tell me this now, here.
I’m staring at the green light, but I simply cannot go.
The world is spinning around me, vertigo splitting my mind in half.
How can you do this to me?
I want to speak, but my mouth simply can’t form words.
My tongue curls around itself, my face contorted in pain.
I hear the beep of cars behind, but they don’t matter.
I look over to you, your eyes locking into mine.
Tears stream down my face, my breathing heavy.
You motion for me to drive on, to move on.
I can’t move on though.
I loved you.
I begin to shake, not sure what to do.
I can’t lose you.
Please don’t leave me now, sitting here in the car, helpless.
You open up your door, slamming it shut and walking away.
I’m all alone, in the car, cars passing by me on either side.
The light is green, but I see no purpose of moving on without you.
 
rbrower

rbrower

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Dreaming Out Loud

Hello world.
I know that it has been a while.
I’ve made myself a better man over my absence.
I’m no longer hiding within my own comfortable shell.
I have learned to open up, to accept my place.
I’m still young, trying to figure out my path.
Falling down, losing my way, that is all a sure part of my future.
I will also try my hardest to make it through.
I will speak up in times when I’m troubled.
I will learn to love, to wear my heart on my sleeve.
I will have disagreements, battles within my own mind.
I will shield myself in times of trouble and pain until I’m comfortable enough to open up.
I will paint my vision with bright colors.
I will reach my goals, follow my heart.
I will dream out loud.
But I need for you to take your place in my life as well.
I need for you to be my stable rock in times when I just need to sit on the bathroom floor, crying.
I need for you to accept my words and thoughts, even when I speak out of tongue.
I need for you to allow my imagination to grow and flourish.
I need for you to see everything through my eyes, to admire the beauty of ever moment.
I need for you to make me everything I can be.
I need for you to take my hand, to assist me on my inner battlefields.
I need for you to trust me in my actions, to listen to my heart.
I need for you to realize that people aren’t against you in everything that you do.
I need for you to enjoy the simplicity of life, flowers growing, birds fluttering around.
I need for you to light my path, to stand by my side on the darkest parts of my journey.
But most of all, I need for you to dream out loud.
 

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