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We Do Not Write About
we do not write about
what we do not know
the so-called visionaries
in a frantic world
savoring chances taken
mourning lost opportunities
advancing with unmatched passion
a mere reflection of our double-life
we do not write about
what we do not know
but of the esoteric
world inside our heads
of displaced bullets
or the bothersome sometimes
bull-headed black holes in our souls
we do not write about
what we do not know
but of pain and suffering
or pleasure (possibly pure ecstasy)
and sometimes someone listens
to the stirrings of our souls
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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What A Child Fears
what a child fears becomes
his reality in the dark of night
monsters take flight
they hide in the closet causing such fright
thoughts of the boogieman
run through a child's head
the slightest sound heard could
be him lurking beneath the bed
shadows turn into witches
who cast evil spells
or gangsters who grab him
threatening him with hell
sleepless he awaits daylight
when all will be well
all the creepy monsters gone
along with the witches spells
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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What It Is You Have To Offer
this could be the beginning
of something beautiful
but i musn't plan the future
i will extract no promises
from you and i in turn
can promise you nothing
i can be free enough to
be myself with you but i
can only hope you feel the same
and most of all i expect
nothing of you for it is then and
only then i can enjoy what it is you have to offer
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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What We Choose
i used to think
the sky was gray
but it was really blue
i used to think
i loved someone
but it was really you
i used to think
that life was sad
but now it's not so bad
i used to think
i'm born to lose
it's all in what we choose
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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