Brooklyn Decker

Brooklyn Decker Poems

Tired, and sunken eyes,
She stares into the mirror,
At a body she has grown to despise,
She squints to see it clearer,
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Hands shaking, Anxiety growing,
Voice trembling, Your fear is showing,
Purse your lips, Try to stay strong,
It won't last for much too long.
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Hidden behind a troubled past,
I see behind your constructed mask,
Locked deep in the depths of your mind,
I see behind your fearful eyes,
...

Welcome to a place where words are unspoken,
Dreams cease to exist, and promises are broken,
Welcome to a place over run by hate,
Safety has died, and only fear reins,
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It's pulled, it's torn, it's burnt, it's cut,
Used once, and then into the darkness it is shut,
Until it's needed again, otherwise it has no purpose,
If it can't be used, it is of no service,
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I know your smile is fake.
I see through your lies.
Your eyes are full of hate.
You've lost track of time.
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7.

God get it out! I'm bleeding..
Watch, from my skin, it's seeping,
See my chest, It's heaving,
Fast and uneven breathing,
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Brooklyn Decker Biography

Greetings, my name is Brooklyn. I'm eighteen years old. I enjoy criticism, though not to harsh. I like to express myself through poems, therefore most of the poems posted will be thoughts, ideas, feelings, ect. There will be times where I post something that you find either disturbing, or disgusting, heh, I only ask you keep your thoughts and feelings to yourself, as I did not make you read my poems, nor am I forcing you to. There isn't much more to really know about me. I'm not new to creating poetry, as I have been writing since I was thirteen. I'm aware that isn't very long. My talents reside in poetry, writing stories, and drawing. I recently was given a job working with graphic designing for a company in Atlanta, Georgia. I suppose having connections is a good thing. I'm not good with socializing, as I've not done it a lot in my eighteen years of living on this planet, though I will do my best. Many people believe my poems are sickening, and or twisted. I merely believe that beauty is everywhere, specifically in death, or illness, mental illnesses. Ah, if you'd like to know more, and I promise you there isn't much more to know, please feel free to ask.)

The Best Poem Of Brooklyn Decker

Anorexia.

Tired, and sunken eyes,
She stares into the mirror,
At a body she has grown to despise,
She squints to see it clearer,
She doesn't notice her bony limbs,
Her delusional mind, sees only fat,
She craves not food, but only to be thin,
Her stomach to be completely flat,
She stares at herself, with clouded eyes,
She crumbles to the ground, in a wailing heap,
Her voice to weak, for anyone to hear her cries,
Another day gone, without something to eat,
She wanders the world, lost in her mind,
She just wanted to be pretty,
She has lost track of life, lost track of time,
She just wanted to be skinny,
As she walks, her body begins to fade,
Pain cuts through her body, like a knife,
She won't live to see another day,
Anorexia, has taken another life.

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