MALLORY BRYSON - POEMS

Mallory Bryson was born in Bremerton, Washington and traveled the United States every few years until she was 12 years old due to her father being in the military. All the while she took every chance she could to look at the world around her. Meeting new people and seeing more places than she could count, she took the time to remember the details. Writing in her free time she secretly writes stories and posts them online for the world to travel into and take a stroll. She first started writing poetry in 2018 in her Creative Writing class where she was introduced to the world beyond story writing. Beyond the world of writing she has made her way back to Washington and will be graduating High School in 2019 where she will peruse her dream in the cooking industry, and continue to write in her free time.

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You Won’t Do It
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​You won’t do it,                                              
Rings the music in her ears
As she stares down at her prey
With her claws ready to strike.
 
The way he breathes
Laughing
With ignorance
And foolishness.
 
The way he stands
Tall and proud
Like any man would
In front of a beautiful woman.
 
The way he smiles,
Mocking and cunning
The same way a man gets away
With the murder.
 
The way his eyes
Brighten at the sight of danger
Like the woman
Who stood in front of him.
 
The way her eyes
We’re pulsing with fear
As if she was having
Second thoughts.
 
The way she held herself
Tall and frail
Like the dainty daisy
She was.
 
The way she held her lips
Tight
Trying not to let them shake in fear
As if she was the pray.
 
The way she held her gun
Shaking like a leaf
Until it falls from its tree
And fails to hold on tight.
 
You won’t do it
Rang through her ears
Like the wedding bells
She couldn’t wait to get away from
 
The new way she held her gun
Strong and powerful
Ready to pull the trigger
And end it all.
 
The new way she held herself
Like a rose
Beautiful and painful
To anyone who dares to get too close.
 
The new way her eyes lit up
With anticipation
To see what would happen
If she made a fist.
 
The new way she smiled
And her grin flashed her fangs
That had hidden themselves
All to hide the pain.
 
The new way he cowered
As her eyes glowed red
As her fangs were ready to shred
As she stood taller than a mountain.
 
Is that a challenge?
She giggled
And she ended it
She ended them.
 
The way he fell
Like the twin towers,
Crashing down and being destroyed
Beautifully.
 

Addicted
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​I'm addicted,
To anything,
And everything,
That has to deal with you.
 
I'm addicted,
To how to make me feel,
Your rush,
And your buzz.
 
I'm addicted,
Because you make me feel alive,
A roaring fire inside my soul
Glazing my soul with eternal sweetness.
 
I'm addicted,
To how you speak to me,
Like the whore,
That I am for you.
 
I'm addicted,
To you because I have never felt the way
That I have with you,
With anyone else.
 
I'm addicted,
Because I can't get enough,
Of the idea,
Of you and me.
 
I'm addicted,
Because I can't leave,
Not now,
Not ever.
 
I'm addicted,
Because you have me hooked,
Like the drug that you are,
You are my addiction.

My Lover
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​I have a friend who is made of darkness
It changes all the time
So I just call “it” It
Darkness is my lover.
 
It likes to tease me all the time
About my hair
My body
Darkness is my lover.
 
It tells me how it doesn’t like it when I eat
Or when I take my vitamins
Or when I’m doing anything at all
Darkness is my lover.
 
Every time I don’t pay attention to It
It will hit me
Just to make me look at it
Darkness is my lover.
 
It likes to make me sad
It says it’s to make me stronger
But being strong hurts
Darkness is my lover.
 
It told me that if I can stand them
That I should leave them
But I don’t want to give up
Darkness is my lover.
 
I can’t stand it
The way people look at us
At me
Darkness is my lover.
 
I’m ending it
I’m ending us
With the tip of a blade
Darkness is my lover.
 
No more vitamins
No more help
I can’t stand It
Darkness and I are one.
 
 
 

Swimming Time
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​Dive on in to the great big blue
And please hold still so you don’t shoo
Away the yellowtail snapper
Snipping alongside the grey snapper.
Or even the sand diver
Hiding from the groupies that are black and tiger.
The Grey, French, Blue angels
Following their Queen, swimming away from an angler
Searching for a Blue Tang and a Clown
Which one of them is having a breakdown
Have you seen my son? He bubbles.
Uh-oh, here comes the troubles,
Horses of the reef marching forward
In their large herd
Don’t forget to say hello
To a fish that looks like a dildo
It’s electrifying to the touch
And don’t look too much
For the eels aren’t too friendly.
And like to go on a frenzy.