Poems from Brunoliets
A sense of sickness washes
Over him as he sits alone;
Shunned by the world, he
Is all he will ever have.
His loneliness comes and goes,...
I am the electricity that shocks the air,
I am the prickling sensation of intimidation they feel;
I am the source of the shine reflected...
Sneaking through the shadows
Lurking behind their black words,
Is an attack dedicated to my destruction,
A ritualistic sacrifice of my...
Purity is a label,
That I can’t live up to;
Others seeing me so white,
Is something I can’t bear.
The hope glimmering in their eyes,
The...
In pain, she cries out,
Begging to be heard;
Over solemn melodies sung so loud,
Lullabies to the dead.
Her defiant voice, only a whisper,...