brandon-c-williams - Hello Poetry

Everyday You remind me Of why I choose to live tonight And not die today You take a breath And I do too You take a breath Exhale, and I taste you We hold on to things we can’t help and we hate We hurt at the sight of shame while losing our way We bury our heads, we bury our dead day after day But do we ever wonder if there’s another way? Someday You’ll find me At the edge of all my hope And in my throat not a word to say For now let’s play Chase me away For now we’ll stay Just one more day Tomorrow I will still have so much to say to you and when I die you’ll still try to give your love to me, too

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Aug 17, 2013

Aug 17, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC

Not too late

Everyday You remind me Of why I choose to live tonight And not die today You take a breath And I do too You take a breath Exhale, and I taste you We hold on to things we can’t help and we hate We hurt at the sight of shame while losing our way We bury our heads, we bury our dead day after day But do we ever wonder if there’s another way? Someday You’ll find me At the edge of all my hope And in my throat not a word to say For now let’s play Chase me away For now we’ll stay Just one more day Tomorrow I will still have so much to say to you and when I die you’ll still try to give your love to me, too

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I once laid in a bed similar to this I had on me then a face of eagerness A glint of some happy hope I once went out into an open yard and swam through the sunshine as if it was the first time I had my first smoke For the first time I knew a dead person And I smelled the scent of despair I grew up, I had doubts, and I never before had felt scared And I’ve never been more scared than I am now Because there are rows and rows of things that I can’t find out That I will never know That I will never feel or do or see or be I live a half life soon to expire

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Aug 17, 2013

Aug 17, 2013 at 2:08 PM UTC

Growing Up

I once laid in a bed similar to this I had on me then a face of eagerness A glint of some happy hope I once went out into an open yard and swam through the sunshine as if it was the first time I had my first smoke For the first time I knew a dead person And I smelled the scent of despair I grew up, I had doubts, and I never before had felt scared And I’ve never been more scared than I am now Because there are rows and rows of things that I can’t find out That I will never know That I will never feel or do or see or be I live a half life soon to expire

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how could there ever have been a moment between us a vast moment of perfect eternity when you won't even look me in the eyes? how could i have ever lied to you and yet still act surprised when our pathetic excuses for conversations liquify into pools of chewed up curiosities? i guess i wonder sometimes maybe we...i don't know, never mind but sometimes i just hope, you know?

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Mar 31, 2013

Mar 31, 2013 at 6:13 AM UTC

How (work in progress)

how could there ever have been a moment between us a vast moment of perfect eternity when you won't even look me in the eyes? how could i have ever lied to you and yet still act surprised when our pathetic excuses for conversations liquify into pools of chewed up curiosities? i guess i wonder sometimes maybe we...i don't know, never mind but sometimes i just hope, you know?

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Sand fills ‘tween wet toes Laughter fills the open air Resting on the beach The crisp autumn air Exhales winds of pumpkin spice Inside I am warm Winter’s frigid chill Reduces us to remain Curled up by the fire Salty ocean waves Ebb and flow and swirl around My heart’s distant shores Gazing at the waves Into the sea’s sand-strewn edge Time starts to crumble Sick of skipping stones Dreamers toss rocks in glass rooms Closer to the stars The moon never wished Harder on a shooting star “Let me shine alone”

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Mar 11, 2013

Mar 11, 2013 at 4:34 AM UTC

Haikus

Sand fills ‘tween wet toes Laughter fills the open air Resting on the beach The crisp autumn air Exhales winds of pumpkin spice Inside I am warm Winter’s frigid chill Reduces us to remain Curled up by the fire Salty ocean waves Ebb and flow and swirl around My heart’s distant shores Gazing at the waves Into the sea’s sand-strewn edge Time starts to crumble Sick of skipping stones Dreamers toss rocks in glass rooms Closer to the stars The moon never wished Harder on a shooting star “Let me shine alone”

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You said "stay there, I will come for you" "You lied", I said I would never leave You died, and came To me at long last I tried, my best But I couldn’t keep the tears back When you love someone so much it hurts to ******* breathe Your bodies coincide inside, it's the same bad blood you bleed We sink and then we crumble we tremble and we tumble And behind our blurry eyes we wonder why it took so long to find where we belonged If you’re missing somebody and Tonight you have nobody’s hand If you feel like all that’s left of you is skin, no bones I will be your body and, I will carry you home

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Feb 16, 2013

Feb 16, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC

Love Disintegrated

You said "stay there, I will come for you" "You lied", I said I would never leave You died, and came To me at long last I tried, my best But I couldn’t keep the tears back When you love someone so much it hurts to ******* breathe Your bodies coincide inside, it's the same bad blood you bleed We sink and then we crumble we tremble and we tumble And behind our blurry eyes we wonder why it took so long to find where we belonged If you’re missing somebody and Tonight you have nobody’s hand If you feel like all that’s left of you is skin, no bones I will be your body and, I will carry you home

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I felt the fear of an incoming hurricane Fleeing from an old home I saw nothing but trust me I felt it all There’s a tormented heart Inside all of us The waves that battered my naked body Told me of a cold world on the other side So I buried my feet in the sand And I braced myself to stand To listen to all the horrors That we’ve become Until my body grew numb For the longest time I knew only shame But shame emerged into pain And spilled into the crevices of regret and longing It would take a lot to change that course for The ground we stand on sinks and trembles It will not last and I still have not the courage to say I’m sorry

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Feb 16, 2013

Feb 16, 2013 at 1:53 AM UTC

Tears of the Earth

I felt the fear of an incoming hurricane Fleeing from an old home I saw nothing but trust me I felt it all There’s a tormented heart Inside all of us The waves that battered my naked body Told me of a cold world on the other side So I buried my feet in the sand And I braced myself to stand To listen to all the horrors That we’ve become Until my body grew numb For the longest time I knew only shame But shame emerged into pain And spilled into the crevices of regret and longing It would take a lot to change that course for The ground we stand on sinks and trembles It will not last and I still have not the courage to say I’m sorry

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She waited for him for hours she lost moments of her life for him and where was he? he wouldn't say She hated him for days she lost sleep out of disgust for him and how did he sleep? she'd never know She wasted away for months she never regained her taste for cigarette smoke or the sun beneath her skin and what was he doing? he couldn't even remember But she could never forget... She remembered her name for years it came to her in nightmares She remembered exactly how many tears fell on her bruised knees from her blue betrayed eyes She knew he didn't know the hurt he couldn't imagine what it felt like to die She knew that he would never know since "he has no heart... he's not a girl" And yet, she still found the strength inside herself the kind of strength that's an endless blue -- a blinding white the kind that pulsates as it expands and doesn't crackle when it hardens She found the strength to forgive him because She was cosmic for a minute she was held between his arms and where was he? exactly where she was She was small for a second she was jumping from her lips to his and what was he doing? building a paper house inside her chest

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Jan 19, 2012

Jan 19, 2012 at 1:15 AM UTC

She is you

She waited for him for hours she lost moments of her life for him and where was he? he wouldn't say She hated him for days she lost sleep out of disgust for him and how did he sleep? she'd never know She wasted away for months she never regained her taste for cigarette smoke or the sun beneath her skin and what was he doing? he couldn't even remember But she could never forget... She remembered her name for years it came to her in nightmares She remembered exactly how many tears fell on her bruised knees from her blue betrayed eyes She knew he didn't know the hurt he couldn't imagine what it felt like to die She knew that he would never know since "he has no heart... he's not a girl" And yet, she still found the strength inside herself the kind of strength that's an endless blue -- a blinding white the kind that pulsates as it expands and doesn't crackle when it hardens She found the strength to forgive him because She was cosmic for a minute she was held between his arms and where was he? exactly where she was She was small for a second she was jumping from her lips to his and what was he doing? building a paper house inside her chest

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I really just want some ideas on where to go with this. Please and thanks! A winding trail gradually tapered off into the woods where the trees bit the hazy Autumn dusk, branches protruding upwards like the crooked teeth of an aged jackal. Fragile creatures, the likes of birds and small rodents dart into the dark confines of the daunting forest. Like fleeting wisps of dry, rolling leaves they flee, hoping to find shelter beneath the massive expanse of huddled, wilted trees, just in time before the weight of the setting sun could fall upon their tiny heads and extinguish the tiny capsule of air from their little lungs in the same way the last flickering silvery and golden webs of light were extinguished from the sky, giving an amiguity to where the horizon ended and the Heavans began.

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Jan 18, 2012

Jan 18, 2012 at 2:23 AM UTC

All True Stories Began with Real Lives

I really just want some ideas on where to go with this. Please and thanks! A winding trail gradually tapered off into the woods where the trees bit the hazy Autumn dusk, branches protruding upwards like the crooked teeth of an aged jackal. Fragile creatures, the likes of birds and small rodents dart into the dark confines of the daunting forest. Like fleeting wisps of dry, rolling leaves they flee, hoping to find shelter beneath the massive expanse of huddled, wilted trees, just in time before the weight of the setting sun could fall upon their tiny heads and extinguish the tiny capsule of air from their little lungs in the same way the last flickering silvery and golden webs of light were extinguished from the sky, giving an amiguity to where the horizon ended and the Heavans began.

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The funeral was OK the food afterwards was hardly any better Dressed up in suits and black, the stiff and uncomfortable feeling drifted across me like the cloud of cigarette smoke growing outside the front doors I wasn't prepared to deal with the situation at hand I always get the same old anxieties when I come to these things I've been to quite a few Do I say I'm sorry? or nothing at all? Do I smile? or act sad? We arrived slightly late so naturally all eyes on us ...at least for the moment Avoid eye contact. Keep walking. Family that I hardly know, conversations that I don't belong in the awkwardness set in like a slow-submerging needle, beneath my broken skin the injection drills in deeper scratching me from my insides, my hand shaking all the while as I drive it in myself The shame when I catch myself taking too many glances at the attractive cousin or some other random gorgeous distant relative that I never knew I had The pressure when the immediate family stops to talk my expression tightens how do i feel? my breathing malfunctions what do i say? I quickly recover by pointing to a black and white photograph purposefully placed amid the rest of the collage on the tilted white mat board thank God for those things The strong men cried the long-winded women fell silent a baby was whining during the service and was promptly escorted out of the chapel it is disrespectful, but with the tension in the room, who could blame him?

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Dec 31, 2011

Dec 31, 2011 at 11:13 AM UTC

Unpleasant Family Gatherings

The funeral was OK the food afterwards was hardly any better Dressed up in suits and black, the stiff and uncomfortable feeling drifted across me like the cloud of cigarette smoke growing outside the front doors I wasn't prepared to deal with the situation at hand I always get the same old anxieties when I come to these things I've been to quite a few Do I say I'm sorry? or nothing at all? Do I smile? or act sad? We arrived slightly late so naturally all eyes on us ...at least for the moment Avoid eye contact. Keep walking. Family that I hardly know, conversations that I don't belong in the awkwardness set in like a slow-submerging needle, beneath my broken skin the injection drills in deeper scratching me from my insides, my hand shaking all the while as I drive it in myself The shame when I catch myself taking too many glances at the attractive cousin or some other random gorgeous distant relative that I never knew I had The pressure when the immediate family stops to talk my expression tightens how do i feel? my breathing malfunctions what do i say? I quickly recover by pointing to a black and white photograph purposefully placed amid the rest of the collage on the tilted white mat board thank God for those things The strong men cried the long-winded women fell silent a baby was whining during the service and was promptly escorted out of the chapel it is disrespectful, but with the tension in the room, who could blame him?

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I think there's something wrong with being called to from down the stairs casually called and instantly annoyed at the sound of her voice this time however she says: Brandon ...yeah Aunt Sherri has died speechless so far away 13 steps too far rusted gears, eroded stone even with legs like these the message could've been delivered now the distance has affected gravity why am i always alone?

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Dec 28, 2011

Dec 28, 2011 at 7:09 PM UTC

Reaction to dying

I think there's something wrong with being called to from down the stairs casually called and instantly annoyed at the sound of her voice this time however she says: Brandon ...yeah Aunt Sherri has died speechless so far away 13 steps too far rusted gears, eroded stone even with legs like these the message could've been delivered now the distance has affected gravity why am i always alone?

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