Aimee Brimson Poems

We hear you;
We see the knife you hold,
Lurking in the shadows to be told.
Outside the window,
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In home comforts... we all sit here
Chatting, giggling through the storm that's near.
Ignoring things which doesn't matter
At once it comes and drops it bomb
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My teacher's smile goes on for a mile;
It's like a massive tile.
She is outstanding and hardworking indeed
Such a remarkable women.
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You may be down but you're bright
So what you doing with your night?
Because you're too young to ruin your life.
You still have more to achieve.
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Life has changed with you around
as we no longer are bound.
Clowns we are together, but that
doesn't really matter
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I've done it again
I've tear my soul apart.
Why do I keep doing this?
It's stupid. I'm stupid.
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There's sadness in the darkness
It's quiet at night.
Walking down the middle of the road lonely, cold and hungry
Haven't ate for days now, feeling empty inside.
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Young girl don't cry.
She sat alone on her own
Scared of what to do.
She doesn't make a peep'
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As my art teacher you were from the start
Line, shape and colour are the elements of art.
But how would you paint yourself?
With deep solid strokes or lightly soft brush?
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Manipulative multiplication
Amazing angles
Tangy trigonometry
Hissing histograms
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