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Brad French Jan 2017
We are in a band, but its nothing serious.
Me and my friends sit in the room,
Adoring the music thats so precious,
Yet we can't escape the gloom.

Tinted windows and tinted eyes,
Our favorite bands playing so alive,
Outside gives us our inspiration,
Ridged condensation.

Anthony on the guitar,
David must have rewired,
Always I write the prose,
But that's just how it goes...
Brad French Jan 2017
I'm still standing here among the thorns,
scattered and torn,
behind the scorn,
I'm still standing here.

I'll stand here til time ends,
til the break of dawn,
I will love you baby,
I'll wait a lifetime, only for you, babe.

I'm still standing here,
ever since you left that cold night,
distracted by your greed,
darling I see what you need.

Mabye, I'll learn to be myself,
darling you tricked me this time,
I'm running out of this bind,
Yet I find myself still here.
My poetry has had a darker tone ever since I went through a rough break up. I will be still working on many different pieces for this theme.
Brad French Jan 2017
I'm a slave to religion,
slave to words,
slave to the internet,
slave to money,
slave to oil,
slave to the outdoors,
slave for my mother,
slave to love,
slave for you,
slave all my life only for you.
Brad French Jan 2017
Walking along her muddy waters,
near the greenish stream lacking followers.
Alone walking endlessly,
I found an old TV.

Picture the electronic device,
laying there helpless.
No upgrades or features,
nope not even electrics.

Looking back at it now,
I see a pun.
Laid out for the few to see,
only in my dreams.
Brad French Jan 2017
Suffering in a new way
Suffering is never enough
Suffering has no end
Suffering will harm
Suffering does not care
Suffering lingers
Suffering will ****
Suffering equals love
Suffering found a way
Suffering in my life
Suffering won't be the death
Suffering will be the beginning
Brad French Jan 2017
When I saw her for the first time,
It was right then, and there
I knew she had me.
Under control.

Looking back on the past,
Hiding like a refugee,
I tended to her needs,
Only to end up with leads.

Looking into her eyes,
back then,
I should have learned
Now I'm stuck.

Love races around like a virus,
Now I'm sick,
Dying in this life.
Alive but time is not on my side.

Under her spell,
she rushes to concoct
the potion
of
lies.
Brad French Jan 2017
Stepping outside to feel her embrace,
Summer calls my name.

She's more than a friend,
I'm in love with her warmth.

Summer is here for me in the night,
She is there for me during the night.

She's shining for me constantly,
Listening to me attentively.

Summer's breeze comes once a year,
I've been with her sunlight for years.

Struck by her grief,
I'm missing summer's breeze.
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