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I understand some of you are 19 but that is not an old man, he's 32.

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yeah that's fair

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there’s a big difference between “i’m sad because a character i was emotionally invested in was killed off” and “this character’s death served no purpose, was used for shock value, and is the product of bad writing and i’m upset about that”

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invite me to your house and let me look at all your trinkets and collections. please

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a cold winter night

but the sounds of the city

echo so loudly

by Brie Thomson

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my neighbour's red hair

through the window is the same

as hawthorn berries

by Brie Thomson

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A Losing Battle

my neighbours' inflatables lay strewn about their front yards

slain

like toy soldier battlegrounds

the weight of fatigue has overtaken them and they are forced to fold into grass and frozen earth

trenches of lights still twinkle around front doors, a last-ditch defense against the winter's woe

but without the whimsies of snow it feels like a coup

Mariah Carey belts battle cries on the radio, weaving holiday propoganda through the airwaves like tinsel and barbed wire

I lay down, deflated

by Brie Thomson

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the summers of childhood seem so far away, like a dream filled with the scent of wet pavement in a splash park

the way the change room smelled at the local pool

sometimes, the way the light looks falling through the trees like rain drops

takes me back for a moment

by Brie Thomson

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I am doing my laundry tonight while I can feel people sharpening their pitchforks

I hang up my shirts and wish I could place myself in between them

hidden

forgotten

while I wait for the world to come to it's senses

by Brie Thomson

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Heart Monitor

the car alarm steadily blip, blip, blip's into the night

it's owner nowhere to be found

the blip becomes a siren, it's giving me a fright

at this point, it just feels right

I find my nerves so tightly wound

the car alarm steadily blip, blip, blip's into the night

my mother's face, worn like a coastal bight

she lays before me gown'd

the blip becomes a siren, it's giving me a fright

below her bed there flickers a light

by her veins she is bound

the car alarm steadily blip, blip, blip's into the night

we are both here out of spite

our minds and bodies unsound

the blip becomes a siren, it's giving me a fright

maybe this life is our contrite

for our sins we are drowned

the car alarm steadily blip, blip, blip's into the night

the blip becomes a siren, it's giving me a fright

by Brie Thomson

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the studio smells of tupperware-spaghetti and graphite

it wafts up from the basement, spreading through the floors until it is pushing against the skylight

threatening to spill over like boiling water

by Brie Thomson

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Pigeons

I sit in the park and the pigeons see me as one of their own

flocking to my side as they peck and forage

perhaps the blue green of my hair is reminiscent of their own feathers

a familiar shade amongst browns and blondes

I do not mind

for to be honest I feel more at home among them, too, the stares of my own kind feel weighted

if only I could fly

by Brie Thomson

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festering youth

sometimes there is no cure for the ache but to let it fester

like slivers wedged into the palms of my youth

but I have never been good at leaving a scab to heal, picking and poking incessantly, digging out splinters with tweezers and a knife

my emotions are no different, nothing more than wounds to poke at until they bleed

by Brie Thomson

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Un Breakable

all told, this heartbreak is merely a grain of sand in comparison to those that have come before it

but yours was the last drop of a seemingly indestructible object and boy did I shatter

I knew it was coming, that my next fumble would be catastrophic, but I didn't expect to have to pick up the pieces on my own

I thought we were bound together by fate, other halves to each other's wholes but I was too hasty it seems, too willing to believe a zing could mean anything outside of the fiction that birthed it

at least relaying the walls around my heart will not take long: it seems I removed the first brick only yesterday, but that one hole was big enough to pierce me

I guess love really does hurt

by Brie Thomson

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Winter's Giant

deep in the days of winter's cold, there comes one out of slumbers old

his footsteps bring hoarfrost, his breath is of ice

were you to stumble upon his footprints, you would be confounded by their size

but they are quickly filled in,

by a blanket of snow

as if to tuck in, 

the live earth below

his head reaches the sky, hair shaking the clouds,

causing small flakes to fall down and form into mounds

whole cities, whole countries, covered in this white stuff

and we laugh and we play in the giant's dandruff

by Brie Thomson

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to me, the act of writing a poem is quite the same as uncovering a fossil

at first, you stub your toe on a feeling or a concept, but as soon as you dig a little deeper you find that it is so much larger than you could have ever imagined

it is bigger than you

bigger than your paltry little words can describe at first

so you keep digging, pulling out vertebrae and femurs until it comes to a head and you are able to name the feeling that has been nagging you all this time,

even if the name is only Untitled

by Brie Thomson