brooklyn betty » Poetry

out of breathe by dca

brooklynbetty — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 16:46:12 +0000

Up against a wall, I’m feeling stuck.
like having to run, out of breathe, through a cemetery.

pipedreams by dca

brooklynbetty — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 22:53:22 +0000

I have Pipedreams, Atlantis
Catching sunbeams, the Planets
Climbing for the perfect angle, the perspective of an angel
Looking for a castle on a mountain in the clouds
Where fantasy and reality are tangled.

definition – 8 hrs by dca

brooklynbetty — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 22:07:40 +0000

Definition for 8 hours is…
A collar trying to churn a little cream
It’s not about the dollar, it’s about the dream.

fear by dylanchristianallread

brooklynbetty — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 00:25:07 +0000

Fear’ll have you feeling all alone.

Fear’ll make you Run, Run, Run on Home.

Fear is a four letter word – Fear is a four letter poem.

heart’s in it by dylan christian allread

brooklynbetty — Mon, 03 Oct 2011 01:06:56 +0000

I don’t mind if I fall to the ground before I reach the sky

If I know my heart’s in it.

I’m gonna try to fly.

If my heart’s in it.

Gonna try after try.

‘Cause my heart’s in it.

might as well… by dca

brooklynbetty — Sat, 24 Sep 2011 02:43:38 +0000

Might as well grab and hold and never let go ’cause nothing gonna put the kick to the drum while you stop sign – done – and your dreams flow

kick after kick, mission after mission by dca

brooklynbetty — Thu, 15 Sep 2011 23:22:36 +0000

With every light I am hitting, there’s one that I am missing.
Getting close to the top pole, then the road starts twisting.
I’m kicking kick after kick, mission after mission.
If this is how missing feels, Real, no need to throw copper & gold to the bottom of the well – No need to be wishing.
I’m kicking kick after kick, mission after mission.

On the fence

brooklynbetty — Tue, 13 Sep 2011 01:20:40 +0000

Onnnnnn the fence.. Until I tear it downnnnn.

we collide like atoms in a tank by dca

brooklynbetty — Tue, 30 Aug 2011 16:22:00 +0000

We collide like atoms in a tank
Got all I ever wanted on the mattress
I’d never lock up what I have in a bank
Because the train travels over rocky graves
And sometimes my ramblings get caught on an awkward tongue
Slow motion on a road
The open beginning and the cliffs at the end
On a different coast
It’s so easy to push send
But I never liked the taste of a stamp
The message gets taken with the ebb
I’ll miss you until I don’t know
I’ll miss you until I don’t know when

across the page by dca

brooklynbetty — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 14:58:33 +0000

Scribbling all my thoughts from light to dark – all across the page.

If you want to see something true – bigger than all the lakes.

Light a spark, and watch it fill the empty space.

The good things feel like how stir fry taste.

And when they come, don’t let ‘em go.

Treat ‘em like covering ‘em in paste.