Brittney Karasek

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Brittney Karasek Poems

1. Growing Deceit. 6/23/2009
2. My World. 6/24/2009
3. I Can See: 6/27/2009
4. The Loss Of Meaning 8/11/2009
5. Not The Same. 8/11/2009
6. Time And Place. 8/11/2009
7. The Loss Of Beauty. 8/11/2009
8. Quick Thoughts 8/11/2009
9. Calling For Morning 8/11/2009
10. Unknown To You 8/11/2009
11. Drive 8/11/2009
12. Ending Gait 8/11/2009
13. The Lies Of Flowers 8/11/2009
14. Jex 1/2/2010
15. Vast 1/2/2010
16. We 1/2/2010
17. Finger Pointing Music 1/2/2010
18. Blew Away 1/2/2010
19. Please Hang Up And Try Again 1/11/2010
20. It Was Only Ever Me. 12/1/2008
21. I Mean It In A Good Way. 12/2/2008
22. I'M Only Ashes... 12/10/2008
23. Leave The Can... 11/29/2008
24. I'Ve... 12/20/2008
25. The End Of The World /Friday The 13th /Fay Wray Come Out And Play. 2/17/2009
26. This Is The End, For You My Friend. 11/28/2008
27. These Lights... 11/28/2008
28. The Space Syringe. 11/28/2008
29. Make Me Anyone. 11/28/2008
30. An Honest Question... 12/10/2008
31. Precious Territory.... 1/16/2009
32. Make Your Victim My Soul. 11/29/2008
33. 'I, ' No Longer... 11/28/2008
34. The Death Of A Loved One. 6/23/2009

Comments about Brittney Karasek

  • Snwr Kalary (11/27/2011 1:24:00 PM)

    thank you for thes nice poem.its realy nice poem

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Best Poem of Brittney Karasek

The Death Of A Loved One.

No closure.
No skies.
Everyone but me,
they're all able to cry.

It's like a poison,
bottled up inside.
I'm the coward,
when afraid, I will hide.

Barely coping,
I can barely breathe;
I'm told I'm choking.
On the outside I fake it,
On the inside I just can't take it.

Finally free;
Rest away.

Read the full of The Death Of A Loved One.

The Space Syringe.

The lights were waving as we left.
Leaving the past behind and dancing into the future.
The night's cold air lingers on my skin,
chills me as we ascend.
I see another world hurtling at us
as we shift into another version of ourselves.
A colder version, with less emotion or thought.
We flit through these images as we're reborn,
and we know hell has served us well.

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