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.
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,
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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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