brandon-reid-swaim - Hello Poetry

Been standing on a bridge Not knowing whether to jump or burn it Head like a match,limbs thin as rails Perfect for a heart like a furnace I held on till there was nothing left Swear to god I tried Fought till the last breath I've got the opposite of the Midas touch Everything goes to ruin Run myself ragged, it's never enough I've been feeling so hollow Empty myself,send them Across the universe in bottles

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Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC

So This Is How It Feels

Been standing on a bridge Not knowing whether to jump or burn it Head like a match,limbs thin as rails Perfect for a heart like a furnace I held on till there was nothing left Swear to god I tried Fought till the last breath I've got the opposite of the Midas touch Everything goes to ruin Run myself ragged, it's never enough I've been feeling so hollow Empty myself,send them Across the universe in bottles

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You were my sun,I was your moon When I shined it was the light from you You know my mind races more than I like But when I looked into your eyes, I had one thought That's my favorite color I'm sleepless but not in Seattle And I don't really eat,pray,love much I found it funny as a movie snob That I always enjoyed a rom com with you You loved me when I couldn't do that You made me feel like I wasn't damaged goods You showed me things that I can't find in the confines of these four grey walls

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Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 11:39 PM UTC

Notes On You Leaving

You were my sun,I was your moon When I shined it was the light from you You know my mind races more than I like But when I looked into your eyes, I had one thought That's my favorite color I'm sleepless but not in Seattle And I don't really eat,pray,love much I found it funny as a movie snob That I always enjoyed a rom com with you You loved me when I couldn't do that You made me feel like I wasn't damaged goods You showed me things that I can't find in the confines of these four grey walls

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My walls have nicotine tears And my eyes have had bags for years I want to start a folk punk band I can't sing so I'll scream Do something productive in a long time Only felt freedom when crossing state lines Going down streets and avenues With the thought of you My father has died but isn't dead yet Feed me half truths and hard times I'll let them digest I've been moving on in my own way Seems no progress but I digress All these visions of you Make me wish I had seen you less I still pace like it keeps me calm Counting steps,holding you till you slept counting breaths Counting steps Down the stairs ,up the driveway and out my life Bukoswki had roses in a closet , I've got pictures and notes in a shoebox I think no closure even if we had talked. I would still self destruct if you hadn't walked I still can't face my refection in the mirror I still can't stand to alone,never in public I still shake like a leaf on a tree,I'm not holding you and December is getting nearer Do you ever think of me ? As a bad decision,a waste of time , the wrong boy at the wrong time. You probably don't and that's for the best. I hate myself just so we can have something in common I don't want to but I have to be honest.

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Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 11:37 PM UTC

Make It Hurt

My walls have nicotine tears And my eyes have had bags for years I want to start a folk punk band I can't sing so I'll scream Do something productive in a long time Only felt freedom when crossing state lines Going down streets and avenues With the thought of you My father has died but isn't dead yet Feed me half truths and hard times I'll let them digest I've been moving on in my own way Seems no progress but I digress All these visions of you Make me wish I had seen you less I still pace like it keeps me calm Counting steps,holding you till you slept counting breaths Counting steps Down the stairs ,up the driveway and out my life Bukoswki had roses in a closet , I've got pictures and notes in a shoebox I think no closure even if we had talked. I would still self destruct if you hadn't walked I still can't face my refection in the mirror I still can't stand to alone,never in public I still shake like a leaf on a tree,I'm not holding you and December is getting nearer Do you ever think of me ? As a bad decision,a waste of time , the wrong boy at the wrong time. You probably don't and that's for the best. I hate myself just so we can have something in common I don't want to but I have to be honest.

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You should have killed me with our last kiss You did worse things with those lips Helen off beauty alone send an armada to war But you alone could turn back those ships They say the pen is mighter than the sword But I need more for the devils in my Ink They say love is in the eye of the beholder I guess that's why's it's gone in a blink I'm worried about in the evil in half my blood From the man I share a name with Drive towards brown liquor like mud These genetics come with shame as a language I've seen the face of the beast It'll take what makes me,me What makes live worth living It's hunger knows no ending And my body will start giving It will swallow me whole Starts with a taste Take my mind,heart ,and soul I will forget your face And it always starts slow Nothingness will take your place Like my father before me and his before him To everything I love it will give chase And it's devours at a whim Nothing will be safe Send to the wind I know it will take me and hold me I must travel this road and I know what's beyond the bend Not knowing yourself or your own life,the things that should be your only Please no, just not today Please no,any other way To those I care this is my last will and testament I will always love you,even if I can't remember it

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Dec 21, 2016

Dec 21, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC

I Must Scream But Have No Mouth

You should have killed me with our last kiss You did worse things with those lips Helen off beauty alone send an armada to war But you alone could turn back those ships They say the pen is mighter than the sword But I need more for the devils in my Ink They say love is in the eye of the beholder I guess that's why's it's gone in a blink I'm worried about in the evil in half my blood From the man I share a name with Drive towards brown liquor like mud These genetics come with shame as a language I've seen the face of the beast It'll take what makes me,me What makes live worth living It's hunger knows no ending And my body will start giving It will swallow me whole Starts with a taste Take my mind,heart ,and soul I will forget your face And it always starts slow Nothingness will take your place Like my father before me and his before him To everything I love it will give chase And it's devours at a whim Nothing will be safe Send to the wind I know it will take me and hold me I must travel this road and I know what's beyond the bend Not knowing yourself or your own life,the things that should be your only Please no, just not today Please no,any other way To those I care this is my last will and testament I will always love you,even if I can't remember it

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I wanna fly away,not far just somewhere new I fade to grey but when I think of you navy blue my heart's rest is thin and few lonely eyes,empty views plant poppies for fallen soldiers and daisies for my dreams let them bloom I've spend all this time holding the ghost of you in vacant rooms ***** dancing or eat pray love is on the TV, love preys on us and it always consumes think back to cliche moments in the rain bitter sweet ,like children can take off there monster costumes I've been dancing with the devil over the lost of your grace. what good are these sleepy eyes if they never fall on your face what worse for my hands without yours to interlace my mind will run itself tired but your what it chases I'll keep running away till I find Where your embrace is

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Dec 18, 2016

Dec 18, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC

In the Worst Way

I wanna fly away,not far just somewhere new I fade to grey but when I think of you navy blue my heart's rest is thin and few lonely eyes,empty views plant poppies for fallen soldiers and daisies for my dreams let them bloom I've spend all this time holding the ghost of you in vacant rooms ***** dancing or eat pray love is on the TV, love preys on us and it always consumes think back to cliche moments in the rain bitter sweet ,like children can take off there monster costumes I've been dancing with the devil over the lost of your grace. what good are these sleepy eyes if they never fall on your face what worse for my hands without yours to interlace my mind will run itself tired but your what it chases I'll keep running away till I find Where your embrace is

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mind like a phone screen cracked but not broken tried to figure what this all means a door closed, window left open everyday has become the same but still wait for tomorrow like pulling teeth,no novaciane empty words ,empty sorrows mental scenes,frame by frame this sliver screen is hollow I wake up to the sun and bad news I've got demons that I can't lose they keep me running not sure ,if away from something or toward nothing bags under my eyes and drawers full of cigarette boxes left my heart far from home, don't know where I lost it

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Dec 11, 2016

Dec 11, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC

SleepWalking

mind like a phone screen cracked but not broken tried to figure what this all means a door closed, window left open everyday has become the same but still wait for tomorrow like pulling teeth,no novaciane empty words ,empty sorrows mental scenes,frame by frame this sliver screen is hollow I wake up to the sun and bad news I've got demons that I can't lose they keep me running not sure ,if away from something or toward nothing bags under my eyes and drawers full of cigarette boxes left my heart far from home, don't know where I lost it

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being young smoking in the stair well getting older smoking thinking oh well seems like me and Mary met in past lifes she helps me with the decay that's why I have a half-life and nothing stays the same but everything is half right

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Nov 19, 2016

Nov 19, 2016 at 2:04 AM UTC

Untitled

being young smoking in the stair well getting older smoking thinking oh well seems like me and Mary met in past lifes she helps me with the decay that's why I have a half-life and nothing stays the same but everything is half right

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smoking on the creek bed standing under trees never say what I mean too rolling harder than the stream poster boy for second place my nightmares were once dreams I can't sleep much I still can't trust enough I can't love ,can't even lust the person I was is dust something's killing me but I can't find the source I keep moving but I have no true north I'm head over nose ,plane into field I'm not Jets to Brazil , my lyrics don't fit the bill "touching you I start to bloom" I've been doing photosynthesis with no light I told you I haven't been living right

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Nov 19, 2016

Nov 19, 2016 at 2:03 AM UTC

Poster Boy For Second Place

smoking on the creek bed standing under trees never say what I mean too rolling harder than the stream poster boy for second place my nightmares were once dreams I can't sleep much I still can't trust enough I can't love ,can't even lust the person I was is dust something's killing me but I can't find the source I keep moving but I have no true north I'm head over nose ,plane into field I'm not Jets to Brazil , my lyrics don't fit the bill "touching you I start to bloom" I've been doing photosynthesis with no light I told you I haven't been living right

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I've been driving at night With every seat empty but the drivers Hoping my mind and the road are the same It seems to me I'm always in the wrong lane Streetlights are the only illumination On a dead and silent nation I've never been religious So my tires pray And an engine's hum To replace words I can never say God as in asphalt ,driving to exist

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Jul 27, 2016

Jul 27, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC

God As In Asphalt

I've been driving at night With every seat empty but the drivers Hoping my mind and the road are the same It seems to me I'm always in the wrong lane Streetlights are the only illumination On a dead and silent nation I've never been religious So my tires pray And an engine's hum To replace words I can never say God as in asphalt ,driving to exist

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I rise with with the morning sun only to die at night again swallowed whole in the stomach of leviathan I've been been through the thick and it's left my body rail thin my bones may break I hope they only bend I grew up and my problems got bigger understand now why my family hates themselves and their livers life went from semi-sweet to the worst kind of bitter I never wanted to start, can I really be called a quitter ?

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Jul 26, 2016

Jul 26, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC

Broken-Wing Swan Song

I rise with with the morning sun only to die at night again swallowed whole in the stomach of leviathan I've been been through the thick and it's left my body rail thin my bones may break I hope they only bend I grew up and my problems got bigger understand now why my family hates themselves and their livers life went from semi-sweet to the worst kind of bitter I never wanted to start, can I really be called a quitter ?

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