Poems from brookalaureate
In the darkness
In my darkness
In my solitude
There is a voice.
When I lay down
When I sit down
When I try to stand
There is a voice.
...
By first grade I knew
I wanted to be "vadelicktorian"
Hardly into the schoolyard.
Now here I am
Struggling
They didn't say it would be so...
you don't knowor do you?
how often i reach out
only to be side-stepped
how often i dial your number
only to get pushed to voicemail...
Holding hands,
We walked down trails at midnight, whispering
Sweet nothings,
Smiled at each other: innocent love at its finest.
He...
hurt fades
a mantra
distance themselves
from all
hurt fades.
hurt fades
They say
crying, writing
last words
hurt fades.
hurt fades...