"What happened to the pit?"

The rain was rushing down again
Threatening my footing
Loosening the soil
Turning it into mush beneath my soles

"I'm back." I said.

"What happened to the umbrella?"

Rain poured down the walls
Releasing whatever grip the land had
A jagged pebble rolled its way down
It struck my umbrella and ripped it open

"I'm soaked." I said.

#sad   #stuck   #pit  
brandon nagley
brandon nagley
Oct 1, 2016

In this darkly pit
Despair hast made love to mine
Bones, a soul floating hopelessly,
Tired; ready to let go.

Though God reminded me
"Patience mine son"

For there's hope afresh
The morrow; Jane, I'll
Forever loveth thee,
Now and always
Betwixt mine

©Brandon Bagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Betwixt is between.
Hast is has.
Morrow is tomorrow.
Afresh- fresh or new.
Loveth is love
Mine is my
Thee is you
Oct 1, 2016

These parts feel like a lie I am giving to this world,
but it doesn't throw me back a sneer,
it pretends it doesn't know.

I am carving my skin with questions,
but it bleeds back no answers,
only trophies in the shape of these scars.

I am clawing myself out,
but the pit feels like quicksand,
the more I want out the more it takes me in.

I am half a person, half a ghost
already burying myself
inside the casket of my own skin.

If these gods were real
they'd have made us of sturdier stuff
than hearts that break apart at the slightest whisper.

The pit is a good friend of mine that pulls me in every now and again.
Sep 2, 2016

Everything is brighter
Too much light
Too many people
Crawl back in
Crawl back in
This is all too much

Take a deep breath
Smile too hard
Smile too little
This is all too much
This is all too much
Pretend to be someone else

This will work
Try to be happier
Try to be brighter
Pretend to be someone else
Pretend to be someone else
Will survive

Laugh a little
Go out into the world
Go out into the light
Will survive
Will survive
Will definitely survive

It's pretty rough. Maybe I'll fix it up eventually.
#depression   #darkness   #abyss   #light   #healing   #survive   #pit  

I stopped somewhere along the way .
It was a blank place with even more blank faces .
They seemed just as detached as myself.

There is a true beauty of being alone .
I haven't seen a familiar face in weeks .
But then again I haven't had the headache of having to pretend
I care either .

I thought about when I left.
There was comfort in the routine.
Knowing the misery would great me every day .
Knowing the name of every fucking asshole who drove me nuts enough to leave in the first place.

As I waited to pay for gas the prick behind the counter looked at me as though I was some sort of oddity .
Two six packs in hand I asked for a pack of Marlboro reds as well.
He looked at the clock .

Kind of early to be hitting sauce huh pal.
He asked me as he put the pack of cigarettes on the counter and rang the rest of my crap up.

His name tag read Mark.
I was just passing through but at least I had met one of the Kentucky chapter of assholes .

Well never to early to start a bad habit my friend I said as I paid the gas station Gestapo  a fifty.

He held it to the light .
Just pressed it today bud I said.
Somebody has been passing fake bills around the area he replied .
Well when I run into somebody I will let him know your on the job .

You aren't from around here huh mister ?

He placed my change on the counter .
I didn't say shit I just walked out with my change and two semi warm six packs in hand .

I herd him say you have a nice day as I was heading out the door.

It was funny how people viewed others as if there life were some great pissing contest.
They thought there life's were good as long as there was someone else
to look down on.

Yeah I may be a fuck up but least I'm not like that drunken loser they would say.
I cracked a beer aimed the car for interstate and was headed anywhere but here .

Yes I lived in a shithole but least my shithole had cold beer .

#life   #funny   #the   #me   #beer   #humor   #road   #pit   #gonzo   #drunks  

There is somethin'
          in 'dis here
passion pit.

Makin' my head jive,
   my body twitch.
       What's this? five?
              Five little sticks.

"Wait 'er minute, man...
              Hold up...
                    Step back!
'Dem right 'dere
      are snakes
making ashes blush!"

7-15-16 (C)

I wrote this a few weeks ago and thought I might do something more with it. I was experimenting with dialect and humor.

Thank you for reading. K:)
#short   #passion   #humor   #silly   #pit   #snakes   #dialect  
aarvie angelica
aarvie angelica
Jul 6, 2016

He was pushed
Into pit of hell
But he grew wings
And flew to heaven

Just a lil story in four lines
#hell   #life   #heaven   #fly   #wings   #pushed   #grew   #pit  
Jun 20, 2016

A boy and a girl
With a story to tell
About love, and lust
And a pit called Hell

He was young
First year in high school
He didn’t talk a lot
But was still told to shut up

He’d wander the yard
Head down and hands too
Sometimes he’d get lucky
And nothing’s what they’d do

But at times it never died
No matter how hard he tried
To fix all these problems
He just couldn’t solve ‘em

His friends never stayed
They’d leave or they’d fade
As time carried on
He couldn’t stay strong

That’s when he saw her
From his hiding corner
He happened to glance
And thought he could take a chance

He said “hey what’s your name?”
The introduction game
A game he’d never played
Yet still he would stay

From then on they talked
They laughed as they walked
Tell stories, and sing
Couldn’t believe this was happening


He fell for her
As you would expect
Her eyes and her hair
But love isn’t fair

She left him alone,
Cold and full of sorrow
Said he had changed
But he hadn’t one bit

Said she was wrong
To put her trust into him
He started to talk
But couldn’t begin

She turned and she left
Didn’t know what to do next
The one he cared for most
Just gone, just gone…

And so, he fell
From the heavens to hell
The impact broke his heart
And the demons tore him apart

And now she cries
Been a while since he died
He took his own life
Didn’t know what to live for

I was just chilling out when I thought of this. started to write and here it is, hope you enjoy
#love   #hell   #girl   #death   #die   #lust   #boy   #demons   #school   #pit  
Apr 19, 2016

I found you in the embers
of a burning fire
because I was stupid enough
to follow the trail of smoke
out against a yellow sky,
right into the thunderous wrath of you.

I should've just left you there—
in the trenches of the universe
where nothing is worthy enough of anything;
In the pit of the fallen feathers
picked from a murdered Angel’s gracious wings.

Like the wicked thief you are
you abandoned me
as you tied a splintered rope to my foot,
knotted it into the bottom of the earth,
and flew your way to the top
with the shattered pieces of my heart
that you lost in yours.

Vicious and vulgar you were,
though I was trying to hammer you a shield.
Bruised and battered you left me,
though all I gave you was an outlet to the Epicurean Philosophy.

Rugged claws is all that’s left of me
and a silence so loud in it’s wake
I can’t hear myself think.
I haven’t spoken a real word
since you touched me,
So I listen to the rain pour
down in it’s muttering rhythms
at the bottom of the ocean
while the chest beneath
the heart you split open
caves in.

it's deeper than you think
#love   #fire   #thoughts   #universe   #burn   #deep   #pit  
Jan 26, 2016

Austere, aged trees standing since years.
Shrubs, grasses and wild flowers abound.
Similar in appearance, grave after grave.
Serenity everywhere, tranquility surround.

But matter is different from beneath the earth.
Serenity is just an illusion beneath the skies.
Let not the perpetual calmness deceive them.
All those who look with their worldly eyes.

Their deeds accompany them in their graves.
All alone the dead ones never dwell.
Grave is but a garden from gardens of heaven.
Or it is just a pit from the pits of the hell.

#hell   #dead   #grave   #garden   #heaven   #graveyard   #pit  
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