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707 · Jul 2012
Everything Dies Inside Me
Brandon Jul 2012
I once found love and held it close to my heart 
But I cut off its head and fed it to the lions roaring inside me
Spitting it out like a cancerous chunk of lung

I once felt god all around me 
but when I reached out with my carrion hands 
I saw him whither away into the wind 

I once clasped your hand tightly in mine
But pulled free when you mentioned how much you cared for me
Letting you hang off the edge of an abyss to free fall to your death

I once said I'd always be there
I knew this was a lie the second it left my tongue
But I never told you otherwise

{…I only feel  life for minutes or seconds at a time 
fully alive for months or years if I play my hand right
This twisted design of faith, fate, and retaliation
the life we create just to devour and digest
The memories we create just to ignore and forget…
}

everything comes to die inside me

And I let it with a grin on my face
And a sour look in my eyes
698 · Jul 2014
Trench
Brandon Jul 2014
I was there
Wind blowing thru my hair
Feet buried in the sand
Sea water washed ashore
I could taste the night before
Fireworks, spirits, and you
They burned my lips
Like they stained my memories
I watched the sunset
And the fire flicker and die
As the sun rose over the horizon
I held a seashell close to my ear
Heard a tsunami calling your name
The waves came in and receded
The tide swirled and swirled
Circling the shore
I was there
*When the world split apart
695 · Jan 2014
BYOW haiku
Brandon Jan 2014
Bring your own ****. I
have plenty of alcohol.
Lets start this party.
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The point is
To always write
Even if it's nonsense
694 · Apr 2012
2-5-3
Brandon Apr 2012
red eye
tired night
sleep evades
coming dawn
morning light

sun rise
burning bright
heavy eyelids
scorching heat
devil's tongue

moon beams
twinkling stars
pillow head
creaky floorboard
brain dead
693 · Aug 2012
Wordsmith
Brandon Aug 2012
All I have to give to you in this life
Is the words that I forge on the tip of my tongue with my own two hands
So listen closely and read carefully 
To these words that I shape in fire and darkness for you
Heated up in a blazing furnace stoked with the coals burning in my heart
Hammered into these sentences while still glowing yellow-orange  
Placed in water to temper and harden 
So that when you trace my lexicon it won't break under your scrutiny
And will last under the pressure of your love

(Discarding away the **** of unusable vocabulary;
I repeat this process until my words become sentences 
And my sentences become the verses that I meant for you)
689 · Apr 2012
Yaje
Brandon Apr 2012
Vine of the soul
Releasing of the animal from within
Eyes burning ****** red
Gyrating around the fire
A depraved vision quest
Wandering in the desert
Seeing what was left of who I was
And the animal that I’ve become
Armageddon was here
And gone
689 · May 2012
A Death Every So Often
Brandon May 2012
Look, I am for every living being on earth
To lead a long and incredibly healthy life
I wish no bad ill to anyone for any reason
Life is an astonishing gift that
We should quit taking for granted

...But sometimes...          

Haven’t you noticed that there seems to be
A few too many living things in the world
Like black widow spiders or clover mites
Or those pesky bird sized mosquitoes
Not to **** one every so often?
688 · Mar 2012
Never Be The Same
Brandon Mar 2012
Let’s cancel our subscriptions
To the coma we’ve lived in
And soar high above this abyss

I promise we’ve never felt
A rush quite like this

We’ve got an eternity
To leave our uncertainty
Behind with all this adversity

Let’s count the stars
And see how many there are

We can map out our footprints
High atop the constellations
Get lost in all the empty spaces

Let’s forgive the mistakes
We’ll make tomorrow today

We can free our mind
Lose our touch with despair
And be who we were meant to be

Let's fly away together
And never be the same

Let's fly away together
Higher and higher
And never be the same
Opinions?
687 · Nov 2011
As Beautiful As Words
Brandon Nov 2011
You’re as beautiful as words
Written on a piece of paper

Your body snakes like perfect cursive
Flowing a rhythm of intoxication towards me

Your lips speak like a dictionary
Teaching me the meaning of vocabulary

Your eyes shine with verses and history lessons
Like a book of archaic poetry demanding to be read


I want to drown in the words you write
I want to suffocate to the sound of your voice
I want to be constricted beneath your pen



*I want to be seen by you
687 · Sep 2011
Eighteen Angels In The Sky
Brandon Sep 2011
There were eighteen angels in the sky today
Many of them died when they did a swan dive
Trying to escape the perfection of heaven
For the more comfortable sins of mortal man

There were no tears spared
Nor no lives forgiven

Just the slow chomp of a golden apple
Heard from mountain top to mountain top
Where the snake slithered out from his earthly dome
To have some fun with simple primates
683 · May 2012
X'd Txt
Brandon May 2012
Lately I've started writing texts to people
Even finishing them sometimes
But I don't send them
I never send them

I think about how much
I don't really care to start
A conversation with the person
And how very little
I care for their responses back

Their one word responses
To complicated questions
Or their six text page opinion
When I never asked for one

Instead I delete the text
Put my cell down on the bench
And go back to whatever
Other pointless task I was doing
Before I got the brilliant idea
To write a text
That I had no intention of sending
681 · Nov 2013
A Hunting Dream
Brandon Nov 2013
I once had a dream that I went on a hunting trip in Africa with Roosevelt and Hemingway.

We each bagged lions the size of elephants and they each had large tusks that curved upwards towards the sun and mouths that opened as wide as hippos and were as tooth filled and hungry as a crocodile.

They charged at us and we did not hunt until the blacks of their eyes were on us.

Roosevelt shot first and hit his beast in the front right leg before taking aim again and firing, the bullet tearing cleanly thru the neck and the lion fell to the ground.

Next was Hemingway and he roared as loud as the lion charging him and with one shot targeted at the animal's heart brought it down.

As the wildness neared me I jumped into the air and landed on the back of the lion. I grabbed his mane tightly and swung my arm beneath his neck and, with knife in hand, slit the lions throat causing him to slide into the dusty ground and rolled me off into the laughter of both Hemingway and Roosevelt.

The lions were field dressed. The meat was fried, cooked, roasted, jerkied, devoured. What wasn't edible was left for the scavengers to pick clean.

Their heads are now mounted on the living room walls.
When I awoke I was saddened to only see a jackalope mounted on the wall.
680 · Apr 2011
Harpsichords
Brandon Apr 2011
3 a.m. knows all my secrets
Trace my scars with delicate fingers
Searching my entire existence
Nothing is sacred in this missing mile
Scribbling of words across restaurant napkins
Like strings on a ******’s bone
Play me one last song
678 · Apr 2011
Fault Line
Brandon Apr 2011
Dark days are upon us
Cities falling piece by piece
Skyscrapers sway to the rhythm of Armageddon
Cracks in the pavement
Cracks in our lives
Dead planets floating in the skies
My hollow eyes see the world
My empty mouth speaks the word
So speak the word
No pressure
River of fire beneath the streets
Ashes glitter the ground from the Heavens
Eruption
Who and what I am
Condemned to be what you make of me
Run with me
I can't save you
Tear down
No more
No morals
No exit
No angels
Exist here
All gone
And Dead
Los Angles is an island
Wash it all away
I don't care
Wash it all away
Swallow this world ******* whole
673 · Dec 2015
Promises
Brandon Dec 2015
This motel's coffee is weak
Even after the 8th cup
Trying to shake off the storms
Thundering in my head
Like too many days
When I haven't felt a reason to be
Out on open roads
I promised to write a letter
To you every day
That these wheels have been rolling
But you've forgotten all the curves to my script

Because it's been too long
Since my pen has scriven
And it's been too long
Since I've kept any promises

Another day and another night
Passes by on the road to another town
And I can't keep track
Of where I was
And who I'm finding myself to become
I call you up from a pay phone
On the corner of loneliness and nowhere
But when you answer
I can't find my voice
And there's a silence that hangs deadly in the air
As you ask is anyone there
I know you know it's me
But you play along like a stranger
Dialing the wrong number
And maybe I'm just a stranger to you anyway now

Because it's been too long
Since I have called
And it's been too long
Since I've kept any promises

This place looks familiarly foreign
Rundown warehouses and farmland
That time left buried deep in a past
That's become more of a dream
Than some old reality
I look around to find the same memories
Playing from the viewpoint of an outsider

Because it's been too long
Since I've been home
And it's been too long
Since I've kept any promises

These tires have lost their tread
On the long driveway
To a house I once called home
That I shared once upon a time
With a woman I loved
I see the embrace waiting for me
Behind that dark oak front door
If I could find the courage
To leave this car
And put the key into the lock
With a twist of the ****
I wonder if I'd still find you
There waiting for me

Because it's been too long
Since I have held you in my arms
And it's been too long
Since I've kept any promises

Because it's been too long
And all my promises are gone
Brandon Feb 2016
It's not in your best friend
It's not in your high school sweetheart
It's not in your soulmate
It's not in your it's complicated
It's not in your girl next door
It's not in your boo or beau
It's not in your bae or your roll in the hay
It's not in your one night stand that stayed too long
It's not in your ******* telethon
It's not in your one that got away
It's not in your rebounds
It's not in your first or last chances
It's not in your love at first sight
It's not in your second glances
It's not in your some day
It's not in your angels
It's not in your baby birds
It's not in your ol lady or your man
*It's not in any name you call out to the lonely night skies
It's in the piece of mind that everything is right
Brandon Feb 2012
The silence between the abomination of your voice
Speaks it all, says it all
And it’s all been said before
By better minds and better tongues
In better ways than I could ever describe
I’ve heard the words that you spill so hazardly
From your dry rotted lips
Flapping and gumming opinions
Like your opinions are the only opinions that matter
You should go into politics
And spread your misinformation to the masses
Regurgitate all the those old aphorisms
Into new phrases and praises
Your mind spills uselessness
Coagulating on the floor like spilled milk
I don’t want to know what’s on your mind
I won’t want to listen to you butcher the air anymore
With the putrid smell of your lexis
Watching your scathing irritability rise and decay
Like your chopping on thick slices of grade A meat
I don’t want to know what it is that you see
I don’t want to hear you flail your jaw anymore
I want to be the one to be there when you bleed
I just want this to be over
Your conversation skills are lacking
And you should quit while you’re ahead
But then you would have never said a word
Never would have opened your mouth
And never would have had the chance to end up dead
People that talk to me at work are annoying...
My dog barked like crazy while i read this aloud...
She must think i'm annoying too....
670 · Sep 2011
She Said...
Brandon Sep 2011
Your home is here in my arms,” she said
Moaning her ******* enchantment
We never meant to exist longer than we should
But she would take no for an answer and turn it into a yes
She spoke with her soft eyes and sharp tongue
Promising the world and every moment a supernova

Forever,” she said
And I laughed at the thought that this would last
As she ran her fingers thru my hair and scratched down my back
The sun would shine and the moon would gleam
The two of us entwined in malted passion
Like love poems hanging in the thickest of air

It is too early to be this bored,” she said
Her open arms always closing
Just as I reached to touch
Sly coy smile and the breathing of fire
Her dreams were for us to be together
And the breaking of my heart

Our forever is over,” she said
Twirling her auburn hair between her fingers
And lighting her cigarette with the lighter I bought for her
She turned her back and walked away
Out of my life and into her own dark void
Leaving me wanting nothing but the taste of oblivion
669 · Apr 2011
Feeding The Wolves Of Limbo
Brandon Apr 2011
Lies are what they say
I can't sleep
Tearing at the seems of reality
I ride this crazy horse to battle
Sapphire cuts on broken teeth grins
Can't feel the touch of the aching
Fingers bent 90 degrees in protest
My days, weeks, months, years
All out of order
Disorder
Stop time for a moment longer
Crossing rivers of dead soldiers
I put my cigarette out in my enemy's blood
Washing my hands clean every new moon
Every new moon
666 · Apr 2012
A Word On Critiquing Haiku
Brandon Apr 2012
If your poems put
Me to sleep, I won’t listen
To your lame critiques
i'm feeling ornery today

'You're so vain you probably think this poem is about you'
665 · Jul 2017
Day
Brandon Jul 2017
Day
Every day is a new day

To feel the closeness of Death
Wanting to take my last breath

Every day is a new day

When I open my eyes
And ask why

Every day is the same old day

And I'm just another machine
Stuck in the way
Of a tomorrow
664 · Apr 2011
Along For The Ride
Brandon Apr 2011
An old smoke fills the air
Thick, heavy, low
Twilight black
The glisten of gypsy tongue
Lexicon of regulated perfection
Heaven on the tips of devil horns
Tarnished edges and streamlined headboards
Cultivate and harvest
Inhale
Swallow
Unleashed
I once forgot the misery of the mundane
When I bit into the flesh of ancient skin
It was a rush of tangled wasted moments and aching thoughts
Sometimes I think a car wreck sounds inspiring
This road stretches on for miles with nowhere to go
With faded yellow lines and broken aged black pavement
I reckon I’ll just keep driving
664 · May 2012
Drift
Brandon May 2012
your voice gets harder and harder to hear the farther you drift away from me.*

We should've remembered to drop anchors before we abandoned ship
and you drifted further out to sea while I sank down into the deep.
Brandon Apr 2011
Watching dawn transcend into chaos
This landscape bleeds contempt
Some off-color music playing in the distance
A silent soundtrack coinciding with the end of days
A lifeless suicidal prophecy fulfilled
We were once alone
Afraid to be left in the dark
Now we seek shelter from the sun
Shelter from the son
Embrace my burial ground
As I embrace the fallout
Embrace my burial ground
As I embrace the fallout
I think I’m gonna die today
661 · Dec 2012
Where Are You
Brandon Dec 2012
Where are my fevered nights
Locked away in my writing room

Ink slinging madly about
Across paper, table, wall, and ceiling

Words
           Verses
                        Lyrics

poetry in its purest maddening delight

Where is my furor poeticus

Ecstasy of cursive, print, and type  
Words written in divine poetic frenzies

Where is my muse

Inspiration dwelling in the leaking ink on the pen's nib
Or in the soft click and hard punch of a keyboard's keys

... ... ...

Where are you


Because I know that you're not here

       My ink remains untouched
          My walls remain bare
       My notebook remains unopened
          My computer remains asleep
       My hands remain unmoved
          My mind remains unthought

... ... ...

And I'm still here
         Taunted by the missing
                           of you
          Taunted by your writer's
                            Block
******* writers block. ******* life block.
659 · Jan 2014
Let It Be Sweet
Brandon Jan 2014
Let your name be sweet on my lips

The way the first consonant of it rolls so beautifully across the tip of my tongue

As it licks the back of my teeth to moan out your name.

Let your lips be sweet on my name

The way the goosebumps build up in your heart as you think about my touch

And your body shivers in anticipation.

Let our lips be sweet together

The way those butterflies flutter and fly around in the ache of our stomachs

And we know that this is it and we're all we'll ever need.

Let our names be sweet on our lips together

The way that forever and ever never ends.
653 · Apr 2011
Southern Rose
Brandon Apr 2011
Nights are lethal shades of violent blue
Trembling roses laid to rest
Four inches from an avalanche
I thought I saw beauty in her eyes before she blinked
Unspecified graves
Capped like broken teeth
Dying before the final embers
On a cool southern summer night
Brandon Feb 2016
Endless nights spent flipping thru the radio dial to find a station worth listening to and settle the over talking of voices raging against the walls of my thoughts when the threat of silence permeates the thickening air and I'm sickening myself with the withering ashes of three too many cigarettes as the near empty bottle of wine laid hazardlessly on the carpet spilling it's last red drops of merlot taunts me into lighting up another smoke and grow weary of the song playing on the radio to the sound of my inner monologue screaming.
648 · May 2012
U.S. Route 50 in Nevada
Brandon May 2012
Us* and We*
Are the two most loneliest words
When there is only *
I
U.S. Route 50 in Nevada was named The Loneliest Road in America by Life magazine in July 1986. i couldn't think of a title so i just used that...
646 · Apr 2012
Funeral Stars
Brandon Apr 2012
Tripping with funeral stars
Random friends in random bars
Prowling bibliophiles
Nature of caskets in the wild
Can you feel the shaman’s rage?
Advice from the poor man’s sage
The summer sun and the winter moon
The eclipsing gloom of noon
This strange life of indifference
Echoing athwart the earth

Wading thru the sun
Waiting to come undone
Wading thru the sun
Waiting for you to come

Wading, Waiting

For our funeral stars
Our random friends
In our random bars
Brandon Sep 2017
0213.

My wife is sleeping.
My dogs are sleeping.
My cats are sleeping.

I'm awake.

Eating beef jerky.
Drinking lime La Croix.
Putting sights on a rifle.
Flipping channels on the TV.

Wanting to sleep.

But still awake.

******.
645 · Apr 2011
Rose
Brandon Apr 2011
Blossoming burgundy hair
Cascading down upon her shoulders
Draped by a satin green dress
Whipped tightly around her taut body
She holds a knife
In either hand
Dripping with my love for her
Onto the freshly clean bathroom tile
I love it
When she smiles
I love it
When she smiles
644 · Apr 2011
Summer Teeth
Brandon Apr 2011
I’ve been watching you for over an hour
Studying every curve to you
The few bites of food you take
Every cigarette you light
Every cigarette you expertly inhale
Your newly acquired mannerisms
Laughing with your new friends
...
Your perfect smile awaits my eager fists
644 · Sep 2011
Facebook Haiku
Brandon Sep 2011
Facebook annoys me
With all the recent changes
I will delete you
638 · Jun 2014
Catherine
Brandon Jun 2014
Catherine stood over the bar counter and pored herself a glass of absinthe. She placed the special spoon over the top of the glass and put a sugar cube over it and proceeded to pore slowly the water over the the sugar and into the glass of real Pernod. She watched as the drink turned its green tinted color and she could feel her insides hunger for the wormwood drink.

She loved the preparation of such a cocktail and if she were truthful it is one of the reasons that it was her go to drink. Another equally important reason it was her drink was because it awakened the creativity in her and inspired her work. Catherine was working on her fifth novel and had come to an impasse and could not write her way around nor through her dilemma and she sought hell from the Green Fairy for a little inspiration.

She took the drink to her lips and savored the anise flavored liquor as it rolled across her tongue. She closed her eyes and held on to the affects of it, seeing the edges of her vision go an opaquely luminescent green. She walked over to her desk and dipped her quill into the jar of squid ink and began to write on the parchment, letting the absinthe take her writing on the journey it needed to finish the story.
636 · Sep 2011
You Are Forever Ended
Brandon Sep 2011
These star eclipsed ceiling nights
Delay departure of my daydreams
No consequences you concede
Winter’s darkness in the middle of autumn
Your diction speaks the genuineness of falsification
Delimited by vacant vessels
Saviors always salvage the already saved
No time remains and we’re burying ourselves
In open arms and sobbing lies
Time is of no significance in our petrifaction
Time is of no consequence in our purification
Early on in the end
We’ll end up dancing alone to the grave
Early on in the end
We end up dancing alone to the grave
You are the beating of my heart
You are the tearing of us apart
You are forever ended
636 · Jul 2017
I Forgot What To Title This
Brandon Jul 2017
I remember
When the music didn't come
When the words did not flow
When creating didn't happen

I remember
Strangling my fingers on strings
Pounding my fists on keys
And my voice shouted hoarse

I remember
Ink flowing across a page
And the click clack of QWERTY
As words became sentences became stories

I remember
Sawdust on the floor
The hum of power tools
My hands building what my mind saw

I remember
The frustrations etched into my soul
When my soul was not at peace
And Death layed inside my being

I remember
When the music didn't come
When the words did not flow
When creating didn't happen

I remember
Wishing for my memory
To remove
Everything that I could remember
635 · Apr 2011
Cast Out
Brandon Apr 2011
All I need is a ******* moment
Let me take one last breath
Fingers collapsed on my lungs like a noose
I can hear the echoes of silent screams
Casually parading in the depths of thought
Casually parading in the midst of gunfire
Hanging on by a string on the edge of a cliff
I call out for help
And see your smiling frown
Doomed to forever sway in the sycamore trees
I just want to be left alone
What's said
It's all been said before
Brandon Oct 2011
this blank piece of paper taunts me
as my words disappear before they can even be wrote





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                 ­              it's full of lines and unintended spaces
                                   It won't even accept erase marks
                                 or a smudge of greasy finger prints




________________­
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___________________
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this blank piece of paper haunts me
as my words disappear before they can even be wrote
Bored and a little frustrated...
635 · Mar 2012
PoeTree
Brandon Mar 2012
I plant my words into potted soil
Water them with just enough water
And give them just enough sun
Hoping that they will germinate
And when that seed begins to sprout
I will sow my verses into the ground
And watch them grow
Into beautiful works of poetry
629 · Aug 2013
The Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Brandon Aug 2013
The silence is maddening
The silence is deafening
The silence is teasing
The silence is treason
The silence is memories
The silence is too loud

The silence is nerve racking
The silence is numbing
The silence is unbearable
The silence is unbreakable
The silence is entombing me
The silence is too much
This is so ******* stupid. It took me longer to correctly spell unbreakable because of my stupid *** autocorrect than it took to write this crap.
628 · Feb 2015
Kung Pao Latkes
Brandon Feb 2015
The strange thing about lonesomeness
is that no matter how many people
you surround yourself with,
be it the best of friends,
lovers,
or acquaintances;
you'll never get to the point
where you feel like you're with anyone
besides your own voice
rattling away insults in your head.

And even that voice
feels a thousand miles away.
628 · Feb 2017
Insurmountable
Brandon Feb 2017
There's a cross upon the wall
The burden on me it falls
To reach inside and tear apart
The wretches of a wretched heart

Insurmountable

Every day converges with night
My memories die in dying light
I've constructed death as my art
Purify my flesh and soul to depart

Insurmountable

I've constructed death as my art
To reach inside and tear apart
Purify my flesh and soul to depart
The wretches of a wretched heart

Insurmountable

Stone atop stone
I build a wall
Higher and higher
I'll keep a sentinel
Watch it all
Come collapsing down


**Insurmountable
627 · May 2012
Women And Coffee Haiku
Brandon May 2012
I like my women
Like I like my coffee, In
a styrofoam cup
625 · Apr 2011
Originality Of A Species
Brandon Apr 2011
We are recycled regurgitation
Copies of a copy
Disposed of slowly
We rot in the mid-mourning sun
Lamenting over what was never done
Nothing is new here
And never will be again
Brandon May 2012
When    it       hits      me       
  what        I’ve                done

my           heart     begins
                 To              Tremble
       over     you

(hearts   beneath    floor  boards
     beating   so    that    only      I
  can     hear    them        beating
)
(When it hits me what
I’ve done my heart begins to
Tremble over you
hearts beneath floor boards
beating so that only I
can hear them beating)
622 · Apr 2011
...Noise...
Brandon Apr 2011
This noise will be televised

This noise will be my demise

This is my life

This is my epitaph

This is a ******' masterpiece
the real title to this poem is
"I Once Listened To The Static On A TV One Dark And Stormy Day Just To See If I Could Hear Anyone Talk To Me. ****. I Was A Lonely Child.
(or) The Really Long Title I Can Never Remember
(or) Who ******* Cares?
(or) The Noise Mission Statement
(or) The Over The Years This Poem Will Be Called ...
(or) The “Whatever The **** I Want To Call It" Poem."
621 · Feb 2012
4:26 AM
Brandon Feb 2012
It’s another late night
(Or early morning
I can no longer tell which is which)
And I sit lonesome
In the darkened center
Of my writing room
Attempting to write something
Anything really
Of value or valor
But as usual
Nothing profound flows out
Neither my pen nor my mind
Seems to be working right
Perhaps they are in dispute
Struggling against me
Every step of the way
Keeping my words unimaginable
And the many verses of vices
Refusing to be written
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