BRANDEN B. BRANDEN

She looked over her shoulder
And her soul was emblazoned in fear at what she saw,
For the world, it seemed, had crept up on her.
With its coming and its going,
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There once was a cow and a goose
And the goose thought the cow was a moose
Cause he had dropped his glasses
In a pit of molasses
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Like steam in a dark room, there's a feeling inside
A feeling that feels like it's trying to hide
A feeling that's awkward in the back of the room
A feeling that breaks and sticks in shards in my gloom
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Horizons of smoke
The burdening
The woeful well.
Dropping ideas like rainwater;
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Folded blossoms,
Rain soaked lilies
That float down
On the pavement
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the blank face of
this page
stares back at me
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Could it be?
That the Sahara has relocated?
It drinks the austere sun
Chipping life to its
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I held myself as i was
Falling, and falling, and falling
Downward to blackness
Saying
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I saw a shooting
-star in the sky tonight
Mingled in
With the astronomical
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To dream the depths of a thousand
Worlds
And amidst the hope and rage there
Swirls
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Bananas and mangoes
So tasty and colorful
Floating in my head
Like musical notes
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Over yonder past stacks of wheat and hay
There lies the first pavements of a newly born city
Ever beautiful and frightening still
I am watching, standing like the American gothic
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I lay, looking upward, in a final resting place
A still, and solemn look perched upon my face
As the people who I've known and loved throughout
Fill the room, and look to me, wondering about
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The burly winds, coursing through the trees
In the barren atmosphere, on the frosty grounds
Every inch a plethora of snow
The leaves have fallen and gone, the oaks
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Such a sweet simplicity
That drowns my brain in milk and honey
And rests it in a distant place
Leaving my body behind
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The summer seems a moving picture in your mind
Days stretched out like lifetimes, fields of memories inscribed
-In the tree bark
-In the uplifting smooth air
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On this page, you will see
Something from inside of me
Something sorrow, something glee
Something striving to be free
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Suddenly, and with a stunning sensation,
A voice, accompanied by the warmth of breath
Meets my ears,
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The anger boiled up inside me messily until
My comfortably self sat in blue
Somewheres in the middle, Plato told me never
Of the world is made of roaches too
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