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Brady Wright Nov 2018
I wish I had my own quiet corner of the world
Where I could be my quiet self
And not have to think so much about
Where I left my head
Brady Wright Nov 2018
I'm beginning to cross the end
Shorn away from mother's side
Distant shores steal stolen glances
And break away with the tide

Let me speak, sweet child in crimson
My whispers cut through rivers,
Valleys and streams
Of forgotten breath
And broken being

I left his head in a puddle of blood
Wave after wave,
A broken being

I went to lie by the shore
Something so still you would not believe
Forever isn't always
In the land of broken being
Brady Wright Nov 2018
Mother can you hear the violence?
Mother can you hear the violence?
Father can you feel the space?
I’m dragging my dreams through the darkness
Where silence and shame
Lap longingly against my sides
I’m searching the stars for
Little surrenders and quiet misgivings
To take away what
I wish I never knew
Brady Wright Nov 2018
Delicate whispers tiptoe across tightropes
My eyes flit between skies and
Crawling ivy, seeking so shyly,
Darling, won't you stare through me?
I can feel our branches entwining,
Heartstrings unwinding,
Curling like my toes in bed, but

Instead...

I am taken by beauty,
These curses of duty,
Forever spinning my head
It seems you could take me,
But I must be broken and
Mended, gentle and gilted,
It seems as though enough has been said
Brady Wright Nov 2018
How long can you hold this forever?
Pulling myself down into the water
Every direction is breaking me while
Still waters rise like dreams
And turn to memories
Now every clearing shines
Love is surrounding me
Like birds that chase the skies
I just want to go home
To my windows
And stare...
Oh it can be so lonely
Still waters rise like dreams
And remind me
Of what it is to be free
Brady Wright Oct 2018
D.D. is drawn
To places of remembrance
An animal magnetism
So naturally strong
You cannot help but ignore
Everyone around you and fall
D...D...Deep Down
Into valleys and ravines
Of boogie-woogie-oogie gone by
Bye
Bye
Bye
Brady Wright Oct 2018
I am D.D. of Forever
dually desired
In mansions made of crystal
I gesture gorgeously with
Fingers to lips and mouths
I am one of many
Beautiful
Bashful
Ghoulish
Garish
Flaring
Flaming
Life-savin­g magicians of endless forevers
Sunken inside my brain
Seeking to share shorn madnesses
So far away from here
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