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brandon-michael-clark
brandon-michael-clark
American
i torture myself thinking of you dreaming of you wishing for you thinking of you and thinking some more.... its torture the pictures the distance the memories the waiting the wondering the doubting the assuring its torture i fuckin' miss her
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
its torture
sometimes i wanna grow old faster but i know I'm gonna miss these days right now it doesn't seem to matter for all this could only be a phase 'cause its the end of the week and if you ask me how its been I'd tell you it felt like last week and the week before then i witness the familiar every single day I'm a victim of this life I've made Well i found myself bored as hell and Im growing impatient knowing Im waiting but ill wait my turn take what I've learned and day by day i'll be on my way
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 1:53 AM UTC
Bored as Hell..
spread your wings she said i cant i said don't worry you'll fly someday besides, the things you want you got work hard for but don't you ever work harder than you play she said thanks for the advice but ill think twice when it come time to pay she said as for me in my nest in this tree is where i lay I'm not ready to fly away Oh tattered her wing from the weather but she chooses to be in the rain and now the thunder brings fire but she loves to admire her pain The sun's been trying to get through to you but your climates controlled by your doubt you think that everyone living with a smile on their face is some how living in a drought Oh that dark cloud you wear as your shadow as you leave everything in the dark those clouds will only get darker and when it storms we'll know who you are and you'll find it right to try you'll find the mite to fly The sun came out as she worked hard fixing her wings then one thought led her to believe she needed to play harder for these things as for now we keep flying as our weather keeps shining so glad we flew away
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
CLOUDS
Peppermint tea it reminds you of me so remember to drink it slowly Ill drink a cup or two 'cause it reminds me of you as it worms me up Rising high my fahrenheit you keep me warm all through the night....My Peppermint Tea It leaves that cool after taste kinda like it snowing when i left that day dropping fast on the thermostat left on a plane unaware of when i'd be back...My Peppermint Tea We had ourselves a tea
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
Peppermint Tea
Oh she's aware of what we share and my starring eyes declare that she cares not when and where but then and there, we stood and kissed as if it were a dare
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
Oh She's..
Is it sad to say that I'm sad today Is fair to say that i've scared away my smile Im sick of the stress but if i pick up this mess I'm only adding to the pile I know a place that nobody knows laying in my bed inside my head is where i love to go when i arrive i can see both sides the good and the bad the truth and the lies when i try to fight off the fight i know what's inside i know i cant hide I took a chance i took a risk i felt my hands turn into fists i shut my eyes i bit the lip i was speechless when i set the pile on fire I'm glad to say that I'm glad today
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 2:14 AM UTC
The Pile
We all know the right from wrong but sometimes make mistakes we'll forgive ourselves someday We fall like the rest of these leaves but sometimes wanna be the rake to sweep the rest away We all got a story to tell We all got a life as well don't break your heart oh please.. don't break your heart cause there's no one as good as you no one as good as you at being you We crawl like the rest of these knees but always make it to our feet then we walk away we talk with the rest of these teeth but sometimes a smile can be so cheap don't be afraid We all got a story to tell We all got a life as well
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
Yourself
Oh the ocean the only one i know and i don't wanna swim if it gets too cold And the motions of love get old and i wont settle for silver when i once had gold..... when i once had you Oh the commotion of my emotions led me to the night my soul was sold i don't wanna grow old knowing the truth wasn't told Both paper my heart and the letter that you hold let it be read as my heart it unfolds..... for you If my heart is my compass then X you mark the spot ill find my gold and let it go i will not If someone ever loved you well i hope it would show ill find my lovin' your my compass rose so ill swim these parts of the ocean where the lonely get cold someday currents will lead me to somewhere you'd call home Once a filthy pirate I reap what i sow and i don't wanna love without love from my gold! HA!
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
My Compass Rose