broken-brain-poetry
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The fool who smiles at your dumb jokes
The fool who made you smile when you lost all hope
The fool who said let’s take that ride, it will only take a few
And it did take…
It took one clumsy man looking for a shoe
To almost end everything for me and you
The sound of metal hitting
Engine bursting
Oil
Gas
You screaming
Both of us left hurting
Like Humpty Dumpty
A million pieces
With no kings men
Only a fool
Andrew Kelly- Broken brain poetry
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Sleeping amongst ash,
Cold, comforting grips of the past.
Bathe me in the soot, bury my pale skin; remind me of your bloom. Not… the blooming of the lilies or dandelions, only the horrific sight you burned into many eyes. Flames of life are a fantasy, to the truth you find in deaths sanity. The cold and shadows will warm you, when the fire will only burn.
Andrew Kelly- @broken-brain-poetry
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Your smile once, seemed inviting.
Your hair once, reminded me of the sun.
Once upon a time; is how the story goes…
Deception… hiding behind beauty was your smile.
Your hair… the fires of hell,
Telling me to run.
Another fairy tale with a dark past,
Another memory becoming my past.
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It’s clear
You
never wanted to be friends
Only someone to make you feel
Loved
While you left them
Unloved
Unappreciated
Your words may have been pretty
But your desire was petty
Sure
everyone has an ugly side
Unfortunately
yours
is inside-out
I hope the drinks are worth it
Because
my time is not
You wanted fire
But in the end
It’s only
lonely
and
cold
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I’m a settler, not of land or country. Just a settler… I’ve always accepted my place is not meant to be, I go where needed and move on. But… here I am 6 years into what we made… a house, love? I’m still not sure. I’ve settled and until now; I’ve never looked outside of our cave…Am I just a nomad made to have no home, or just a wild animal bored of the cave, and wanting to hunt? What I do know is, the universe beckoned me out; and you are the flames from the fire in the distance…that brought me here.
-Andrew Kelly
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I never want to leave on a goodbye…. Only, I love you. Goodbyes are for endings of books that never open again…. Where our story is forever being wrote, not by pen and not for a script but, by us and only for us.
-Andrew Kelly @broken-brain-poetry
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Our house
Why finish first, when second best is the finish line... Acting if I'm looking for standing ovations, but I'm only looking for your approval, your acceptance. My heart had been condemned and you... opened it up. My heart became a house; not a coffin.... Unfortunately, it seems to be built for one, you or me....
Andrew Kelly-
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By-Andrew Kelly
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Strange to think...
to some,
to one,
that a sinking ship; was once, dreamed upon.
I'm sure this wasn't the original intention...
or hope; for our voyage.
Strong hull, tall mast holding nest,
crows feasting...
and respecting the dead.
Ending imitating the waves
against the rocky cliffside below....
We crash.
I'm positive... this was not your wish,
too suffer the same agony,
walk the same deck, wreck the same path,
as our father said, lay... the same bed.
I imagine, in your crayon art predictions
you thought the water...
a blinding sapphire pool; gorgeous and playful,
not... hard, unforgiving... and cool.
The soul-warming aura from the sun,
instead of the soul-breaking weight; of those above.
At least you were spot on with the warmth...
but it wasn't the sun, no...
only our frozen friends.
The pressure; different from yours,
horrific as all of it could be,
comfortable,
cozy...
warm.
Yes, "unfortunate" to find home in....
Solitude, crowded unlike your company,
dark waters; friendlier than your touch.
Happily, accepted sad thoughts...
far from your fantasy.
Ps... let us rest in peace.
And please, keep us out of your head....
-By Andrew Kelly @broken-brain-syndrome
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Joyful Johnny
Johnny stepped on a star...
which began to crack,
sprouting; almost as if hatched,
came an egg.
Which fell from the height of heavens,
smashed, scrambled; of shell and yoke...
screaming a song out of this egg.
Giving Johnny the joy to dance and sing
Breaking another star with every step,
The world at the bottom began to rumble.
-By Andrew Kelly @broken-brain-poetry
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Damaged.
Broken... long before your comet crashed-
more your comments that caused the cracks, not the steps.
Your actions made no holes; that the apologetic less void couldn't patch....
None of this pain, real. But that pounding... stabbing at my chest-
fuck it feels real.
.
"I tripped over your eyes, and fell on your words"
-By Andrew Kelly @broken-brain-poetry
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Try but I can't...
Try to love, but love is pain.
Try to hold, people I love but...
My love weighs; HEAVY.
-By Andrew Kelly @broken-brain-poetry
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I’ve been lost in those wide eyes before, slowly scaling….
Not ever-reaching, instead of steep, the fall becomes that… a fall; never ending deep.
Drowning turns calming, as you and I begin to breath-
it’s choking nature…I love you, and the world will flood…
before those words...
leave.
~By Andrew Kelly @broken-brain-poetry
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To be the dull pebble-
not the shine your eyes catch,
I tremble.
Lift me with the laughter of festivities…
for it is not distance but, silence that kills me.
-by Andrew Kelly @broken-brain-poetry
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"I've" (I have) by Andrew Kelly
I’ve thought myself broken…
I’ve thought myself confident.
Proud.
I’ve found myself, lonesome…
in a crowd.
I’ve tied the blindfold, blinding…
binding.
hold.
Accepting the average…
soulless sold.
I’ve tasted your spit…
And generations of hate with it.
I’ve come in peace,
I’ve won…
I’ve lost.
I’ve shed tears, similar to yours.
I’ve walked… I’ve climbed.
It rains; it pours.
I’ve even seen it,
on sunny days….
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I’ve never known you,
and…
I’ve been,
with you.
I’ve been lost…
Found.
I’ve been left.
Forgotten…
Center, and right.
I’ve been first,
Last…
Included and excluded,
from the laughs.
I’ve been there…
I’ve never been you,
But…
I’ve been here.
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Wendy.
Those brown eyes.
The day I met you..
The day, we said goodbye.
Those brown eyes.
Nine years in mine.
A lifetime…
In those brown eyes.
-Andrew Kelly
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Searching for hope,
she walked...
waiting for joy,
she danced...
lived,
loved,
she never left....
feeling autumn leaves,
winter heat,
summer cold,
those blistered feet...
she'd never wear.
-Andrew Kelly @broken-brain-poetry
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