brandon-cook - Hello Poetry

I am from a tomb from birds to bees to mother's womb I am from mud and bricks to pick up sticks I am from his hand that made me stand I am from eastern land to southern sand I am from Adam and Eve which brought beef between saints and sinners. I am from sickness and health and boy did I belch. I am from those who are remembered and never from those who are dishonored. I am from the depths of heaven and hell whenever a ring is heard from a bell. I grow wings and fly why did I die. Well where I'm from that's what happens to every young man. I am from man and woman. Way I learned was from cans to upon the face with hands. I am from Heaven and Hell

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Feb 13, 2014

Feb 13, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC

brandon-cook

Heaven and Hell

I am from a tomb from birds to bees to mother's womb I am from mud and bricks to pick up sticks I am from his hand that made me stand I am from eastern land to southern sand I am from Adam and Eve which brought beef between saints and sinners. I am from sickness and health and boy did I belch. I am from those who are remembered and never from those who are dishonored. I am from the depths of heaven and hell whenever a ring is heard from a bell. I grow wings and fly why did I die. Well where I'm from that's what happens to every young man. I am from man and woman. Way I learned was from cans to upon the face with hands. I am from Heaven and Hell

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I look upon you with vengeance bloodlust in my veins we used to have an alliance Now, all I see is blood stains and pieces of what used to be. My hatred for you all caused your brutal deaths the blood on the white satin sheet caused by my self- indulgence to feast on flesh. If it wasn't for the chain saw I would have killed you with my sharp teeth especially when you crawl that just amplifies my psychotic rage You father I loved our brawl you would **** anyone for a quick dollar If it wasn't for little sis and mother tables would have turned to a free-for-all Oh, my dear mother you of all people should know not to run adrenaline pumping heart thumping blood coagulating I strangled you, mother no remorse found as you stared defenseless into those dark glassy eyes of what used to be brown now stone cold as ice blacker than the void of darkness After, father and mother were dead then, it was off with brother's head and for little sis well she was chopped into little pieces. For this is the Death Toll

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Feb 12, 2014

Feb 12, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC

brandon-cook

The Death Toll

I look upon you with vengeance bloodlust in my veins we used to have an alliance Now, all I see is blood stains and pieces of what used to be. My hatred for you all caused your brutal deaths the blood on the white satin sheet caused by my self- indulgence to feast on flesh. If it wasn't for the chain saw I would have killed you with my sharp teeth especially when you crawl that just amplifies my psychotic rage You father I loved our brawl you would **** anyone for a quick dollar If it wasn't for little sis and mother tables would have turned to a free-for-all Oh, my dear mother you of all people should know not to run adrenaline pumping heart thumping blood coagulating I strangled you, mother no remorse found as you stared defenseless into those dark glassy eyes of what used to be brown now stone cold as ice blacker than the void of darkness After, father and mother were dead then, it was off with brother's head and for little sis well she was chopped into little pieces. For this is the Death Toll

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You come to me and ask me for advice Let me tell you something I may be your friend your brother but I can't give you any I got enough issues myself I can't always help you with your problems I've thought about it over and over again I'm just not built that way Drowning in my own sorrow I've tried but my life isn't always iced sweet I've been abused before in ways you can't imagine My life is full of hatred an unfinished puzzle I've been to hell and back friends ask me for advice but I can't help them I got personal problems in my own life so go ahead and pass me that knife.

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Feb 10, 2014

Feb 10, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC

brandon-cook

Advice

You come to me and ask me for advice Let me tell you something I may be your friend your brother but I can't give you any I got enough issues myself I can't always help you with your problems I've thought about it over and over again I'm just not built that way Drowning in my own sorrow I've tried but my life isn't always iced sweet I've been abused before in ways you can't imagine My life is full of hatred an unfinished puzzle I've been to hell and back friends ask me for advice but I can't help them I got personal problems in my own life so go ahead and pass me that knife.

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A million thoughts go through my head not a day goes by when I lay my self to bed not a night will fly that I don't wonder Are you the one for me? I notice you constantly looking at me liking what you see. If I was to ask would you answer me honestly? Do you feel the same way? We share a laugh we flirt I know deep down I've entered a trap My undying love for you will always hurt I don't know if I can go on like this. Are you the one for me? Maybe for you its different all I know is that its like we were meant to be Even if you were schizophrenic I'd love you another day. Maybe a little maybe a lot. I even flower pick you know Does she love me? Does she not? It goes to show That if it was meant to be. We would be in a relationship one of which we've spoken You've given my heart a rip one of which cannot be healed so, if we ever do get together again. Instead of playing my emotions lets get with one another but this time the real deal.

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Feb 6, 2014

Feb 6, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC

brandon-cook

Are you the one?

A million thoughts go through my head not a day goes by when I lay my self to bed not a night will fly that I don't wonder Are you the one for me? I notice you constantly looking at me liking what you see. If I was to ask would you answer me honestly? Do you feel the same way? We share a laugh we flirt I know deep down I've entered a trap My undying love for you will always hurt I don't know if I can go on like this. Are you the one for me? Maybe for you its different all I know is that its like we were meant to be Even if you were schizophrenic I'd love you another day. Maybe a little maybe a lot. I even flower pick you know Does she love me? Does she not? It goes to show That if it was meant to be. We would be in a relationship one of which we've spoken You've given my heart a rip one of which cannot be healed so, if we ever do get together again. Instead of playing my emotions lets get with one another but this time the real deal.

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What is that? More than just an object glad you want ask while were on the subject under this temporary mask. There's a whole other person I may follow rules That's just me It doesn't label me a goody-two shoes That's just how its meant to be I listen to the teacher I do me and that's respectful So, keep calling me the preacher Just know that some schools are a mess hole and this school is on its way down the high road I'm Christian That is me I'm tired of all these people dissing So, now you see I'm going to be me This is me I go by Gods hand his dream up here tall I stand So it seem that by him I will perish This is me high and mighty having one dream While tall I stand destined to die Gods light will beam For this is me Brandon A-O Cook

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Jan 31, 2014

Jan 31, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC

brandon-cook

This is Me

What is that? More than just an object glad you want ask while were on the subject under this temporary mask. There's a whole other person I may follow rules That's just me It doesn't label me a goody-two shoes That's just how its meant to be I listen to the teacher I do me and that's respectful So, keep calling me the preacher Just know that some schools are a mess hole and this school is on its way down the high road I'm Christian That is me I'm tired of all these people dissing So, now you see I'm going to be me This is me I go by Gods hand his dream up here tall I stand So it seem that by him I will perish This is me high and mighty having one dream While tall I stand destined to die Gods light will beam For this is me Brandon A-O Cook

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This world is changing Things are being misplaced and yet Im still on the verge of hanging I'm ready to get away from the edge and get on with my life Continuanlly, I still ask myself is it worth it Instead of just getting on the edge and dropping Would it be easy enough to just fall To end all of my problems Will hurt as much as being thrown into a wall This sensation to end my life grows stronger because I continue to ask for that knife I care no longer I yell reaper come sir use that scythe. I wait and I wait and I wait I say reaper am I not worthy Is this not my fate I know I have sinned is that why you torture me more than I can bare. Make me suffer with this pain this guilt this overwhelming power so I can die and no one care. Here I am asking for death and you don't come forfth I'm treated as if I don't matter why wont you come rather its west east south or north why won't you take my soul Far away a voice so small a raspy voice so rough a dark figure lurks high and tall a wisper a wisper is all he bares I listen and I don't understand What is that you say Speak sir speak more Is this not my day Reaper just open that door let me pass through to the afterlife. I no longer belong Take me to the land of which there is no return Is it so wrong Please lay me down to rest Provide with eternal peace. Then, I see that scythe and i'm there no longer.

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Dec 14, 2013

Dec 14, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC

brandon-cook

Asking For Death

This world is changing Things are being misplaced and yet Im still on the verge of hanging I'm ready to get away from the edge and get on with my life Continuanlly, I still ask myself is it worth it Instead of just getting on the edge and dropping Would it be easy enough to just fall To end all of my problems Will hurt as much as being thrown into a wall This sensation to end my life grows stronger because I continue to ask for that knife I care no longer I yell reaper come sir use that scythe. I wait and I wait and I wait I say reaper am I not worthy Is this not my fate I know I have sinned is that why you torture me more than I can bare. Make me suffer with this pain this guilt this overwhelming power so I can die and no one care. Here I am asking for death and you don't come forfth I'm treated as if I don't matter why wont you come rather its west east south or north why won't you take my soul Far away a voice so small a raspy voice so rough a dark figure lurks high and tall a wisper a wisper is all he bares I listen and I don't understand What is that you say Speak sir speak more Is this not my day Reaper just open that door let me pass through to the afterlife. I no longer belong Take me to the land of which there is no return Is it so wrong Please lay me down to rest Provide with eternal peace. Then, I see that scythe and i'm there no longer.

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I stand there alone wondering if things are ever going to change I stand there like a statue made of stone I wait and I wait till your in range I see you, stood still in thought You walk near to me, but yet your still to far I stand there alone I see you getting into a car I stand there like a statue made of stone You think you know me Truth is you didn't know me from start to finish. You see me basking in my own invulnerability a taste of blood is what I ask for I see you coming towards me I pull out a piece of metal from my pocket I got on one knee and I kneel there alone I kneel there like a statue made of stone. I see you gasp you put your hand upon your heart I take that piece of metal and pull the trigger. Bam! Now you know me from finish to start I stand there alone for I am a man I stand there like a statue made of stone Then I turned and ran for now you know me as The Hitman!

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Dec 12, 2013

Dec 12, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC

brandon-cook

The Hitman

I stand there alone wondering if things are ever going to change I stand there like a statue made of stone I wait and I wait till your in range I see you, stood still in thought You walk near to me, but yet your still to far I stand there alone I see you getting into a car I stand there like a statue made of stone You think you know me Truth is you didn't know me from start to finish. You see me basking in my own invulnerability a taste of blood is what I ask for I see you coming towards me I pull out a piece of metal from my pocket I got on one knee and I kneel there alone I kneel there like a statue made of stone. I see you gasp you put your hand upon your heart I take that piece of metal and pull the trigger. Bam! Now you know me from finish to start I stand there alone for I am a man I stand there like a statue made of stone Then I turned and ran for now you know me as The Hitman!

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