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Brandon Barnett Apr 2012
I honestly don't know how I got here
I truly think I
must've taken the wrong streets
I don't think that this looks like my house
these don't look like my things
I wouldn't have come if I had known
that I would be intruding
I must of lost my way a little ways back

can someone tell me how to make my way home
I'd like to go home

the roar in my head
is the rush all around me
people rushing by
as the fear rushes in
suddenly I'm waist deep
suddenly I'm neck deep
suddenly I'm drowning
in this room getting full
and the strangest part is strangers swimming by
smiling like they know me
and all my words head for the surface
but don't make a sound

I close my eyes
to take it all in
this trip I took
taking all the wrong streets
and I know there's no reason to ask
and there's no one to blame
when I write all the rules
then change them all when I lose the game
when I create the calm and all the chaos
that comes down on me
so I try to calm the chaos and calm down
and open my eyes wide enough to see

my shirt doesn't quite fit
my face isn't quite me
this looks just like my life
but it just couldn't be
the suns a little dim
the world seems a little small
I seem a little older
and there's no music at all
and all my friends have different names
and I have lost it
so I head for the door

seeing everything change has made me lose it
and I head for the door

the door comes open
more comes crashing inside
I let it all back in
all the things i tried to hide
all the hopes i had hoped
the ways i miss friends
all the times that I choked
the ways I'm scared it will end
how it's funny how mirrors won't lie
like people will
sometimes you've gotta get a look at your life
like no one else ever will

can someone tell me how to make my way back
I'd like to go home
someone told me that you never get it back
that you can't go home

I'd like to go home
Brandon Barnett Apr 2012
what was it god intended
when he took the inspiration
of angels
ran his fingers over the clay
and sculpted the delicate shape
of a woman

surely it was the devil
he meant to make
with the temptations
he carved into curves
and skin and bright emerald eyes

what heaven besides his own
did he search for
in the creation of long soft hair
and gorgeous lips

what love he must have known
lie in the embrace,
the closeness in the touch
only in the arms
of the delicate shape
of a woman
Brandon Barnett Jan 2013
darling gypsy flower how I adore you girl
rhythmic, teasing, bright light dancer how I love you
your essence, your glimmering, shining smile
the way your lips curl up when I kiss you
golden voiced whisperer of my sweetest wishes
poetry your only language, how you speak to me
I am yours and no money can buy me
you are mine and no trial can take you
my faith is only in you and you are completion
you are my island and I find ecstasy in every bite
down your neck
over your shoulders
tasting your tummy
my hands, I trace you like I was painting you on smooth paper
you are my wandering star how you sing to me
with every beat I feel your music
gorgeous gypsy explorer how you stroll through me
my
etherial
baby love crush
how I need you
and darkness never takes you from my sight
I see you even in my dreams
when you sleep I count your breaths each a blessing
when I wake to you I know happiness
my
every reason
every change of season I am with only you
I hear only your words
"love me"
and I do
deep into my being
Brandon Barnett Nov 2012
walking out the door to score the first pour
or headed to the store to buy more, more, more
alcohol slides over my lips and burns my gums
look out depression because here I come
unforgivable and dumb
my decision in choosing again to succumb
to filling my throat with hateful *** just to go numb

unbelievable the cost of the lines I’ve crossed
the hours and days I've lost
the vicious shifting of minutes across
the abacus rods to the side of loss
the moments of my life I accost

my happy endings sent marching to their deaths
an insult to the true preciousness
of every one of life’s next breaths

I stop and think of all the terrible acts and hate crimes
that I've committed since the addiction in my lifetime
my steady, self inflicted decline
and the horrors that have come from my anebriated mind
the sickness embodied in drinking, thinking it’s not filth and grime

one of life's few real truths
is that we have so little of it in our youth
we have so little of it to define ourselves
it doesn’t halt, it doesn’t pause it can’t be contained or stored on shelves
it will never refrain from moving along
with or without your happiness time moves on

writing this down in sobriety now
or reading this later aloud
drunk and probably too loud
for a crowd of one person not proud
I’ll wonder how
how I do this to myself again and bow down
to a voluntary disease that only brings storm clouds

I've been taught better than this
I've been treated better than this
I've been shown and really seen clearly my life’s gifts
so why do my actions always need forgiveness

how is it I burn the pages of my own plans
how is my touch capable of the murders of a killers hands
I don’t know how an able body like mine can
refuse to stand up like a man

I’m dragging myself to an inevitable end
with every sip I take and every bar dollar I spend
and every gushing wound I refuse to mend
everytime I choose ***** over the company of a friend

i can put the vitamins back in my body
and pretend my ledger isn’t red it’s just a little spotty
and that I wasn’t that bad I was just a little naughty
and say that I make everyone laugh when I’m *****

but those rows of abacus beads on the wrong side that I tossed
tell a different story of a war fought and lost
and a power that remains with the victor unchanged
and a coward carrying a bottle like a cross

and every day there is a line drawn, and then right now is gone
with or without my happiness, time moves on
Brandon Barnett Mar 2014
my heart, that's always had to make a fist
had finally learned how to hold someone's hand instead
and to use it's grasp to keep you in our embrace
and how to touch softly with fingertips unclenched

but now it has to try and learn to let go

the bathroom doesn't smell like your perfume by the sink anymore
and a meal by myself becomes the first of an uphill march
every time I laugh I notice you aren't here laughing with me
hangers sit bare in a half filled closet and one lonely pillow lays waiting
and the cold edges of the comforter touch me where you're not
even the greeting cards become just paper and ink
and the medication doesn't stop the tears
and I feel half filled too

I need more words than my only language has to lend
to explain the ways I hurt over having to give you up
I had no use for a heart when I found you and mine always made a fist
now I can remember so clearly all the reasons

why I never take the risks
It's not a good poem, but I don't have the strength tonight to be anything but honest.
Brandon Barnett Apr 2012
when the spell of my nights dream is first broken
by the morning lights intrusion
making my grasp on you
dreary lucidity’s longing for illusion
I fight to stay
needing what I have when sleeping
and wanting nothing from the day
here in the haze where the memories loom
the aftertaste of the past nights dream blooms
here I have you again
never to lose another day again
realizing the greatest of wishes ascent
takes only an emotion and a moment spent
my every thought is of you

there is a hiding place in the corner of my mind
so filled with affections unfaded it is unaffected by time
it is lit so bright by gold sunshine
that I can see my heart unguided by my mind
I can see myself truly and my wants are only mine
I can see the truth that is normally covered and gray
my truths usually consumed
by the common tasks of a day
as each day counts us further away
I can feel my heart as it cringes and twists
and longs for the truer pursuits’ gift
the courage to pursue the truth that I love you

by any route that I can reach you, I must
through any hail-frozen storm of my emotions
over any mile of land or league of ocean
with any bruise beaten or bone broken
past all discouragement and carrying all fears
I must reach you

because beyond any lust or common desire
lies an edge at which we all must stand
to peer down into the fall that is ours to live
the place we let go of all but faith
and risk a bottom to hit, to have to face
or an endless fall to learn to fly in grace
I must fall for you

there is a clarity in the moments before
consciousness steals me into the day
where my heart still sleeps where it most rests
and my truer wants stay protected from the common tasks of a day
where I am with you and I taste you again
where I pull you in to kiss your skin and take in it’s scent
and feel your shape like I was carving you from stone
feel your hair fall softly on me as we lay still
I eat you with a hunger never filled
I need you and this longing hungers still
all I want is you

then I wake alone to wandering somewhere in my thoughts
between what was, what is, and what may never be again
your final gift to me as I depart and drift into the day
a last kiss as you tell me it’s a lie for me to try and stay
as I lose you to a place I cannot intentionally travel
you tell me not to fall for you, to let this fray and unravel
but I fight to remain near your fire
until brief flickers of your light
are the fading path behind me as I wake
and I lose you again
to the common tasks of a day
the simple things we do just to get by
I walk away from that edge and give you up to my fears
the thinking minds control of the feeling heart
I let it all unravel

though you walk the streets and live in daylight
and I pass by you here and there
I am scared to love you anywhere
but by night
in my dreams

I don’t want to feel this alive
only in my dreams

I must reach you
Brandon Barnett Apr 2012
I've been sedated and sold
bought by gypsy ways
my inhibitions have been stolen
by mundane sober days

I've been troubled and wandering
trying to find a place to lay
but the sleeping don't bring rest
so I found a place to play

shisha smoke fills my mouth
MDMA rolls hard
in the back of my eyes

and there's no feeling lonely
no hours to own me
no imperfections to hold me
in knowing no place as home

in my eyes
child fires
bright with delight
and hunger for more

my memory written down quickly
in thin white asp bite lines
crimes of the right mind
the creative souls borderlines

sweat rolls over my body
my arms find the sky
I can't see the ugliness
spying through childs eyes

with my hands
razor blade shakes
my poetry's written
one line at a time

and there's no feeling helpless
no reminders of distress
wandering free and careless
in knowing no place as home

in my eyes
child fires
bright with delight
and hunger for more

I hear music even in the hush
MDMA lusch, I crave life
with a violent crush
with two wide lines
and the life of one white pill
my life is filled
with more beauty than I can stand
until I can't even stand
Brandon Barnett Apr 2012
jealousy
it's forced regrets are ****** me
it steals the songs from lullaby's
it steals all rest from sleep at night
it's eating me one tooth filled grin at a time
it hates with hate filled lovers crimes
I'm cringing sick I can't escape the wreck
the squeezing grip it has around my neck
I'm losing hope with every painful breath
there's no sign of it's end in length or breadth
it beats, it brawls, it scars, it darkens the sun
I use to think that I was the only one
until all that jealousy stole
it's consuming me whole

what happened to the hope filled light
in my bright eyes that could see through any fight
now I'm lost in every one of her wrongs
where has all of me gone?
consumed by her consummation with lies

I miss my bright eyes

jealousy
pondering where she could be
imagining my wide imaginations worst
thinking of her affections with a choking thirst
who has her hand and where she wears those skirts
who can get close with lines and flirts
fearing all a man can fear alone
fearing down into aching bones
this is a war I cant win filled with brimstone and spite
it keeps me wondering and wandering the streets at night
it steals the light from two bright eyes
the ephemeral boys' once beautiful view of life
I think of all the things my new outlook holds
jealousy is consuming me whole

surprised by her consummation with all of these lies
I miss my bright eyes
Brandon Barnett Apr 2012
My trust must be a little rusty
because I can't hear truth when I hear the words
trust me
lies like paper cuts **** up my memories
that still bleed when I feel
I'm still bleeding cause hearts don't heal
scars never forget and I never forget what I feel
I wouldn't say I'm jaded
but fake kisses taste just the same
so I'm just cautious
with where I get on and get off this
it's a long way down if you look
but if you don't you're blind and naive

so what the **** does that leave to believe

this world takes strength to endure
nothings ever forever and nothings for sure
so take it all with a grain of salt
and try not to choke on what you swallow
if today is ****
don't rest there's more **** tomorrow
and this ride doesn't end
so stop looking for an ending
this rip tide is for real
so stop reaching for and depending
on anyone who says trust me
cause it's just you in the end

and what the **** does that leave to believe in

so say a little prayer that the truths you believe
are really reality
and pray once more for me that this life
doesn't **** the rest of the belief out of me
because my soul is on fire with doubt
I am down in the ****
and I can't see my way out
because I am blind and naive

so what the **** does that leave for me to believe
Brandon Barnett Dec 2014
it's from the dreams that wake me up in cringes
nauseous from the sickening memory’s twinges
that poison the hours of the day with painful fire that singes
that set me off like explosions into my drinking binges

because of winning the debate that sobriety in this miserable place
would be insane trying to heal the strain with grace
my heart's been sewn back into my chest so many times trying to keep pace
with the thick black stitches of self taught renewed hope I hope to replace

just for it to burst or be removed and slit deep at it's throat again
as I slip down another ***** into the ways I try to cope as I’m drained
back into the times I can't escape because they really are the past I can’t feign
and knowing I was cast in a mold and I will never escape my shape or it’s strain

there will be no peace after the things I was told, not with age, no matter how old
not when I accomplish, not when I survive, and not now that my blood has turned cold
because my molested heart is too weak to beat, too scarred to keep a hold
after all the times it trusted, only to be opened from ribbon wrapped packages just to be sold

I keep having to buy myself back from the thrift store of my own life
***** back together all my feeling parts, always trying to justify leaving a wife
so now I kneel, praying on my knees in slobbering tears for the aches to be less rife
begging to forget the loss of a son, willing to cut my flashbacks out with a knife

my new life has somehow begun and their ghosts haunt me unforgivingly
carving slivers off of the inside of my skull, never letting the pressure free
educating me with the lessons of emptiness and cold pains deep as the sea
and always with creeping thoughts of what I'll never regain or again grow to be

and even now with all my new days and change
the life I knew is still estranged
and I live with the truth that the shape of my mould so strange,
my destiny in the shape of my loss, will always remain
Brandon Barnett Sep 2012
I have to stop the thoughts of you
running around my head
I've no escape from their tantrums
they're reminders of hurtful things I've said
they're a look back into the places
where we lived and loved but fought
they're whispers of broken christmases
and looks at presents I never bought
they're kisses I never got from you
because I never made it home
overdosed on the night's escape
a rotted king, a hospital throne
they're the things that forever haunt me
following my footsteps back to the bar
they're the pain I've cause in everyone
in causing things to be the ways they are


hate me away
take back all I've borrowed
hate me because I betray
please hate away your sorrow
hate me for what I've taken and can't repay
despise my every sad tomorrow

hate me in ways that let you free from me
it's the only way I can ever give you peace  


I have to stop the days I sadden you
I have to **** the way I make it true
that no matter what I promise
my actions won't prove a love for you
I've been without so much for so long
that I should appreciate all you have to give
I should've cherished your soft presence
in every day since, that I have lived
but I never put you above myself
I never helped or held you up so high
now the only way I affect you
is with a commitment that makes you cry
you always fully forgave me
for all the crimes that I'd commit
now it's you I have to protect
In asking your heart only for this split

hate me away
take back all I've stolen
hate me for the foul days
that could have shined and been golden
hate me for my every terrible display
despise me deeply, hate my emotions

hate me in ways that let you free from me
it's the only way
I
can ever give you peace
Brandon Barnett Dec 2012
I have to stop the thoughts of you
running around my head
I've no escape from their tantrums
they're reminders of hurtful things I've said
they're a look back into the places
where we lived and loved but fought
they're whispers of broken christmases
and looks at presents I never bought
they're kisses I never got from you
because I never made it home
overdosed on the night's escape
a rotted king, a hospital throne
they're the things that forever haunt me
following my footsteps back to the bar
they're the pain I've cause in everyone
in causing things to be the ways they are


hate me away
take back all I've borrowed
hate me because I betray
please hate away your sorrow
hate me for what I've taken and can't repay
despise my every sad tomorrow

hate me in ways that let you free from me
it's the only way I can ever give you peace  


I have to stop the days I sadden you
I have to **** the way I make it true
that no matter what I promise
my actions won't prove a love for you
I've been without so much for so long
that I should appreciate all you have to give
I should've cherished your soft presence
in every day since, that I have lived
but I never put you above myself
I never helped or held you up so high
now the only way I affect you
is with a commitment that makes you cry
you always fully forgave me
for all the crimes that I'd commit
now it's you I have to protect
In asking your heart only for this split

hate me away
take back all I've stolen
hate me for the foul days
that could have shined and been golden
hate me for my every terrible display
despise me deeply, hate my emotions

hate me in ways that let you free from me
it's the only way
I
can ever give you peace
Brandon Barnett Apr 2012
Pristine
the feeling of my feelings being clean
if you've never needed cleansing
never been truly *****
then you won't know what I mean
if you've never sniffed your rent money
to forget the failure you mirror has seen
then you don't know how mean
being a filthy version of yourself can seem
impossible to overcome
needing solutions to problems you see
tragedy your life has trouble hiding
the stealing of your ability
to live life comfortably
stolen by your shortcomings

I am *****
and scrubbing the ******* skin
scared the filth will sink in
trying to wash it off
and all to often
rubbing the dirtiness in

nothing is pretty when your life hurts
there's no new beginning
when you feel you’re at an end
and always asking the question
would it truly matter
if I end me

I often offend the healthy
with my rantings of the hell that's inside me
anxiety writhing in my mind
my mental health on a steady decline

I light fires in self destruction
hoping to burn it all down
and find the light hiding on the other side
true I mostly make mistakes when my hate’s feeding
but mistakes tend to teach
if you reach for their meaning

so be humble and don't judge me
you'd ******* crumble
carrying what I carry inside me
but I'm still standing
maybe teetering on the fence
in all my decisions of
needs I have versus my inhibitions
but it takes all my strength
just to get out of bed in the morning
and be me
needing to feel pristine
Brandon Barnett Apr 2012
Let’s take a tour through the galaxy
I’ll show you the stars hung just for me
We’ll dance in their light like Fred Astaire
Quite the pair, ignoring everyone’s stares
We'll be the two hottest on this date tonight
Let’s overdress and wink when we fight
We'll cut spot to spot, swanky jet setters
Limousine roof out, we’re red carpet steppers
Piano keys open all the doors for us to go
Slipping back stage to see the real show
Sipping martinis till the next party starts
Tripping farther down the boulevard

We don’t ruin the night with conversation
You and me honey we’re a revelation
We don’t mix the night with conversation
You and me honey we’re a revelation

Don’t say it out loud I can hear you thinking
It’s not about talking it’s the champagne drinking
I join you for another glass or three
I like the way it makes you stare at me
I get stuck in your quicksand eyes
Your two lips become my slow demise
The darkest corner of this club sparks up
Like diamonds and gems you light it up
then...

Your hair’s a mess, my tux a wreck
I wrinkled your dress, you bruised my neck
You lost an earring, you bit my chest
My back is scratched and you’re still outta breath

We don’t ruin the night with conversation
You and me honey we’re a revelation
We don’t mix the night with conversation
You and me honey we’re a revelation
Brandon Barnett Mar 2013
I don’t know if I have enough heart left to give to anyone else in sharing I’m always
back at the start just trying to be myself and pretend I’m caring and it’s glaring me in
the face this stalled pace                       at which I’m                      crawling through my
own life trying not to                                    cringe                                 from the deep cuts of
the knife that you all                                                                                       call love it all feels
to me like a clifftop                                                                                            kiss goodbye with
a hard shove and                                                                                                 from where I
stand it makes me                                                                                                 wonder if I
misunderstand it                                                                                                  what I thought
was the right way                                                                                               that I should but
apparently I really                                                                                             misunderstood
and it all makes me                                                                                         beg and cry out to
everyone in this part                                  please save my heart        there’s so little  left of
the me that could ever                                                                           believe couldn’t this
god ****** world just                                                                      once let me keep a little
piece all I ask of this terrible                                                           wretched ******* lifetime
is a life that’s actually all mine                                                   let me build something and
protect it and keep it safe as my                                          own beautiful charm safe from
the chaos and the harm am I worth                              so little do I count for so much less
that I should endure my heart being                      belittled and beaten under this much
stress I don’t even know anymore how to       trust and the machine that has become
my day to day survival is so filthy with rust I just want to feel like I am a human being
with some worth and knowing deep down that I never will be, is the very worst.
Brandon Barnett Sep 2015
you wont stop haunting me in my dreams so listen now as I talk
you said I ran away from home but I’m more ashamed that I walked
I understand I failed you in drastic, uncountable ways
but I pay for it in carrying sadness through lengthening days
I pace this dingy house offering apologies to your ghost
now I see that all you ever asked, was for me to want you most
and I am humbled and regretful and tortured with sorrow
now I lose my sleep to the nightmares and I fear my tomorrows
I know I borrowed from you more than I can ever repay
so now I lie sleepless under the weight of the ways you think I betrayed

your heart, our son, the wedding vows spoken
the closeness, the trust, the every promise broken

please let go of me in my dreams, please leave me
please let me sleep without the terrors that beat me
believe me I never meant to color this hate in your white heart
and I never meant for the widow to ever be your part
I wasn’t sure what I was doing, I didn’t know where I was headed
I couldn’t see the road before me, I couldn’t predict the loss to be regretted
I am sorry, deeply, I am all apologies please believe me
never again would I ask you to have to love or need me
I concede, I give in, give me needed rest within
and I will give you forever in apologetic rhetoric just let me begin
we were corrupted, love interrupted, and it was abrupt but release me
please, I am ground into pieces, this never ceases, stop cheating me

I am so sorry for what I took when I walked out that door
I will give you back all that you can carry, all you ask for and more
I offer you solace in every regret I drag and I will drag them until I have sores
I am so sorry I was the one you married but please, let me sleep once more
Brandon Barnett Oct 2012
so i reach this after all    teach myself after all    that after every fall from each torturous height and frightening ache that’s made me crawl    in the wake of what it’s taken to survive each tooth spitting brawl  
i am proof that nothing can diminish a survivors soul to nothing at all    and no matter what you call it or     what its commanding    i am still standing   maybe a little less tall    but on my own two feet for what its worth even with this curse   the weight of my absent self worth   i have given birth to some kind of hope and   i know now i can send it forth to return to cut loose this noose rope    with what i’ve learned about always   feeling deeply that i can’t keep all the pieces of me together neatly and i yearn   sadly so badly wanting to  
       watch the world burn  

my reckless life has tried to beat and eat alive all i've strived for but i have arrived at 33 i have survived      not completely living but somehow alive
I write a lot of "stream of conciousness" flowoetry. I love this flow.
Brandon Barnett Apr 2012
i can see it in the glow in your eyes
and i know you’re mine
and we talk and we laugh and we play
and i know you’re mine

yes i love to sleep in your arms i say
and i’ll let you hear the words
if it makes you feel it makes it alright

my heart’s not mine i’m forever hers i say
you stare and you smile and you ask
if it’s alright that you stay
and all the words mean nothing
when you hear what you want to hear
and you hear what you want

and so we turn this room into
a secret kept between us two
and you keep the secret from yourself
of my heart broken in two
and our charade continues

though she owns the other half
you have to have what you want
and all i want is to feel this here with you

you push the buttons on your shirt
and i see her shape
you run your fingers through my hair
and i feel her hands
tonight here with you
i’ll be with her

why why why how can this be
this has happened to me
you want me so much and her so little
and me feeling so little and wanting her
so much
how can this be when i dared to dream

i see the sun trace her lines
like i’ll lose my mind
staring at the skin so bright
it makes me blind to the world
watching the gold sun colors of love
run down her neck
and over her shoulders
and across her tummy
and it’s all more than me

and it’s been more than me
for far too long

you smile and you kiss me and pretend you don’t see
my hands making love to her memories
kissing her in tattered pictures
picturing her here with me
but it’s all in my head
and it’s always been
for far too long
and all i want is to feel this
here with you

and so i turn this all into
an empty afternoon between us two
and i keep the secret from myself
of my heart fixed by you
my heart could be fixed by you

tonight i’ll sleep in your arms
and i’ll be with her
Brandon Barnett Sep 2015
dressed for my own funeral again
black suit and tie, I've died so many times without amends
I can't count the ways I've started over and then
the shadows of wasted loves show teeth and rend

cracking my spine in convulsing shakes chewing on faith that breaks
and it takes all of my fleeting strength to out swim the wakes
the drowning, dingy echoes of fake affection and birthday cakes
when there was no connection between us but the quakes

and you don't know who I am now in my disparity
any more than I remember who I set out to be

stressed and smoking too often, new nails in the coffin
black tar and coughing because the fists never soften
beaten so bad my heart won't beat if I can hear you talking
on the other end of a phone when the tears aren't stopping

the eulogy for a wasted man sounds like loved one's bitter tones
that don't understand that a dead man is free from what caring owns
and the soil not drinking one tear won't notice one more set of bones
but in the darkness, the silence, the solitude, I'll bury what my demons condone

to the praises of others you raised us but you were no mother
handing out soul snuffing black eyes that still won't let me recover
why did it have to be you; wicked you, split in two, and not another?
schizophrenic, stick it in and twist it, breaking me and a lonely brother

it's you I'm burying in this soil
because I'm half you so I too and spoiled
like you, I am halved by my bipolar turmoil
giving up on surviving anymore with this blood that boils

ashes to ashes
dust to dust
the last of my crashes
because burying you is my final lust
Brandon Barnett Jun 2014
dressed for my own funeral again
black suit and tie, I've died so many times without amends
I can't count the ways I've started over and then
the shadows of wasted loves show teeth and rend

cracking my spine in convulsing shakes chewing on faith that breaks
and it takes all of my fleeting strength to out swim the wakes
the drowning, dingy echoes of fake affection and birthday cakes
when there was no connection between us but the quakes

and you don't know who I am now in my disparity
any more than I remember who I set out to be

stressed and smoking too often, new nails in the coffin
black tar and coughing because the fists never soften
beaten so bad my heart won't beat if I can hear you talking
on the other end of a phone when the tears aren't stopping

the eulogy for a wasted man sounds like loved one's bitter tones
that don't understand that a dead man is free from what caring owns
and the soil not drinking one tear won't notice one more set of bones
but in the darkness, the silence, the solitude, I'll bury what my demons condone

to the praises of others you raised us but you were no mother
handing out soul snuffing black eyes that still won't let me recover
why did it have to be you; wicked you, split in two and not another?
schizophrenic, stick it in and twist it, breaking me and a lonely brother

it's you I'm burying in this soil
because I'm half you so I too and spoiled
like you, I am halved by my bipolar turmoil
giving up on surviving anymore with this blood that boils

ashes to ashes
dust to dust
the last of my crashes
because burying you is my final lust
Brandon Barnett Mar 2013
jealousy
it's forced regrets are ****** me
it steals the songs from lullaby's
it steals all rest from sleep at night
it's eating me one tooth filled grin at a time
it hates with hate filled lover’s crimes
I'm cringing sick I can't escape the wreck
the squeezing grip it has around my neck
I'm losing hope with every painful breath
there's no sign of it's end in length or breadth
it beats, it brawls, it scars, it darkens the sun
I use to think that I was the only one
until all that jealousy stole
it's consuming me whole

what happened to the hope filled light
in my bright eyes that could see through any fight
now I'm lost in every one of her wrongs
where has all of me gone?
consumed by her consummation with lies

I miss my bright eyes


jealousy
pondering where she could be
imagining my wide imaginations worst
thinking of her affections with a choking thirst
who has her hand and where she wears those skirts
who can get close with lines and flirts
fearing all a man can fear alone
fearing down into aching bones
this is a war I cant win filled with brimstone and spite
it keeps me wondering and wandering the streets at night
it steals the light from two bright eyes
the ephemeral boys' once beautiful view of life
I think of all the things my new outlook holds
jealousy is consuming me whole

surprised by her consummation with all of the lies
I miss my bright eyes
Brandon Barnett Dec 2013
I love the ways you look at me
and I've still got eyes to see
but know that when you try to hold me
I'm only a shadow of what use to be

I'm grateful that you see a man
when you watch me standing across a room
but know that when you reach to take my hand
that I'm just a shell where a soul's entombed

I'm not a living, breathing body
with a heart heaving rich, red blood
I'm not person, not a timeline, I'm just a coat worn shoddy
not able to offer you warmth in the rising flood

I want so much to never read
the last page in our story
to never fear the words unsaid
or to wear the crown without it's glory

but the price of days I walked as king without sorrow
was agreed upon before I knew you
the cost of the kingdom then, was my every tomorrow
and my smile painted on this carcass shows that truth

I borrowed time I can never repay
I convinced myself I stole what could only be given
I thought that I could charm luck to stay
but in the end my palace built, proved only a prison

gold won't stop a hungry stomach aching
dollar bills can't buy a promise kept
diamonds will never keep the dam from breaking
after all your tears for my absence have been wept

I'm not a man, not a person, not a creature whole
I lived those days, I held those true riches
now I can only pay that journey's toll
in bearing the weight of the living's bridges

I died somewhere in a battle I lost
but my ghost just went on fighting
I never felt my spirit cross
until I saw myself bleed the ink my story was writing

all I have to offer now is a smile when you look
all I can be is a mannequin frozen
a scrapbook page of what the teachers took
just an effigy, just a map of paths once chosen

I love the ways you look at me
and I fear the day you see straight through
the shadow that looks like the man you could love
because a shadow can never reach arms out to hold you
I love you with all my being. I'm so sorry.
Brandon Barnett Apr 2012
Into my blood like a poison's sharp bite
you rush into me suddenly and your effect excites
your presence resonates in me with a musing delight
and I give into the death of wanting others, with no fight

I succumb to the mysteries in your almond colored eyes
I pull you in close to me and hold you tight
push your hair back and move past your guise
and realize that here with you no rule applies

I move into you so close I can feel you breathing
so close I find the rhythm to your heart's beating
closer still till I feel your blood heaving
closer than skin touching and each movement teasing

so close but the kiss would be cheating on this
anticipation
so time stops as I pause an inch away from your lips
with a longing hesitation

Not ready to end the journey to say I've arrived at a destination
not when every hot breath is the perfect flirtation
not when the wait puts me into those eyes with fixation
not yet when I enjoy so much finding the solutions to our complicated equation

but then our lips meet because nothing can stop gravities thrusting
and I dive into your warm kiss with a white hot lusting
with no restraint I come at you with a craving crushing
and I realize with each next kiss that neither of us are rushing

and an hour goes by and then it's been two
and an entire evening unwinds into just us two
and the world is refined to just me and you
and each next kiss makes the night glow a golden hue

I've no place I want to be but here
and my words never seem to make that clear
so I'll tell you tonight with every way I keep you near
and we will just kiss until the hours all disappear
Have you ever been with someone so beautiful that you couldn't stop staring at them and just kissed for hours?
Brandon Barnett Oct 2012
each day is a poem the hours spell
each a chance for peace within ourselves
every line’s an opportunity for eyes without a bruise
but opportunities passed on just pass on through
time lost is a short road to regret
looking back is all a moment wasted begets

I can’t reach the clock to turn back the hands
I can’t reach back and have the time again
when did I become
so unsighted to today
when did I start to shove my spirit away
when did I become so anger-torn and frayed
when I forgot the pains that cut like a knife,

how regret and anger can burn a life


each day is a love song of a heart feeling well
each a love story the moments tell
every word a chance for our selves to be soothed
but opportunities shunned just slide on through
time wasted is a long fall into regret
longing for the moments lost and squandered and spent

I want to reach the clock to turn back the hands
I want to turn the glass and return the sands
when did I become
so naive to the gift of today
when did I start to throw opportunities away
when I forgot the pains that have been my strife,

the regret and anger that have burned my life


the sands, they only fall
Brandon Barnett Sep 2015
if you don't believe in demons
look deep into me, past all the spoken reasons
past the medication, into a man with only two seasons
see a shattered, loving heart that always commits treason

I don't want your sympathies when my twin takes the stage
I don't want your compassion when I appear as rage
I don't even want the answers when I turn the next page
I am a beast that the truth will only prove cannot be saved

hateful words in my mouth like mother's milk
so contrast the love when my touch is skin on silk
my flattering phrases only build a debt I will always bilk
lover, monster, sweetheart, killer, gentle, evil; my ilk

do you think I don't see what I am, do you think I don't know?
do you ever see me shred at the seams trying not to let it show?
consider that I never can avoid threshing anything I grow
you know the me that lives with knowing he is my strongest foe

taken apart and put back together
sewn with love, every stitch that I sever
mend then break, fix and adore, then become a storm to weather
a soul like an anchor that somehow, is sometimes light like feathers

Maddening
It's ******* maddening to be two people
one good
the other so dismal, truly evil

I can say I will change
but that commitment comes only from half
I will always be defeated by days deranged
because my self, the other, always has his final laugh

purge me out of your life
even seeing me weeping puddles and cringing for the loss
purge me from your heart
because my love, however genuine comes at too high a cost
Brandon Barnett Feb 2013
every time I let the memories back in
I lose her again
every time I think of now and then
I've just lost my best friend
all over again
and I roll over again
tossing and turning in bed another night
making a night's sleep another fight
hiding my eyes under covers from the morning light
knowing that nothing now can make it all alright
and my heart aches and my chest squeezes tight
and I lose hope, and I lose my desires, and I lose sight
of anything that could make me whole now
of what could help me relearn to be proud
and I cringe, and I scratch at the sores, and I gush pain aloud

what can ever make me whole now?

true, I gave her up, I cast her like a stone
just to watch the ripples and to be myself, alone
but they never explain the solitude of the throne
or the anticipating the mail and the waiting by the phone
or the feeling of no arms around you like losing your home
like watching the fires of your greed burn down all you've grown

I'm sorry for every time I yelled
I'm sorry for all the bad memories her stories have to tell
I'm so sorry for her pain ringing like a bell
not fading fast enough like she can't forget me fast enough for it to quell
because I broke our spell
I'm sorry for the distance and the personal, inflicted hell
and the feeling of nausea that is nothing can make either of us well

with the depths of this consuming hole as I fall, not proud
and the pains that make me wince aloud
what could ever make me whole now?
Brandon Barnett Nov 2012
I think that I've become the one
who's every choice brings pain
who's every adventure ended in other's tears
who's every action cost other's dearly

I think I've been the one to load the gun
that always craved more and never learned to refrain
that made the night times turn cold and bring in fears
who's lied in every word spoken clearly

I think I've become the boy
who takes but never gives of himself
who wants the world for his toy
and drinks it down to his own health

I think I made this bed where I lie
and made it feel unloving to hold my hand
I watched so many suffer in tears as they cried
and I listened with no intention to ever understand


I think I broke the skin with my kiss
and stole the prized things they'd miss
I think I said I cared then let them slit their wrists
and I created this

the world stopped loving me
they all stopped loving me
they all saw through the guise and learned to hate the mayhem
and no one can blame them


I think that I've choked all lasting love dead
and poured bitter ink in all the wine
I think I've left stains with everything I've said
eaten all the fruit and killed the vine

I think I sold their affections for things that shine
I think I've smashed my own glass walls
I think I'm about to suffer the cost of selfish crimes
and see that I'm left with nothing at all


I think I bled them dry chasing a bliss
and touched the soft with a crippling fist
I think I promised but never cared of promises missed
and I created this

they all stopped loving me
my world stopped loving me
they all chocked for the last time on my poisoned mayhem
and no one can blame them
Brandon Barnett Nov 2012
there’s a vacuum, a hole in my heart, a skip in it’s beat
the size of your shimmering glow
it's the width of your smile, the height of your laughter
it’s where my love gleans all that it wants to know

it’s an autumn untouched in a memory held fondly
watching the white shine of fresh fallen snow
it pulls like a tide and it howls like a gale
and it tugs at me to surrender to all it bestows

it prays with belief and sustains on it's faith
and it stands tallest on two bended knees
it's all ribbons and wrapper the thing I most wanted
and it fills my needs completely

you and I are the seed, the sprout, the tree, the fruit
the protection of deep binding roots
you and I
the journey along no destination’s route  
my wanting unwaning, your flirtatious glances
the wonderful unknowing pursuit
Brandon Barnett Sep 2012
I put another cigarette up to my lips
and hit it with a lit match flame
I take another drag feeling her affections slip
feeling that another day would be just the same

I put the bottle up to my lips
and think of the reasons I shouldn't
I take another pull, a long burning sip
and realize all of the ways love couldn't

be for me what it was for her
with me being confident falsely when I wasn't sure
just looking clean when I was far from pure
holding on tightly when I couldn't always endure

my razor blade taps out another thin white line
with a sharp breath I feel the sting start to numb
I cut out another knowing I'm crossing a line
but it takes the remorse of this that I've become

I take another pill waiting for it's relief
it's bitter taste reminding me of too many nights in a floor
I wonder of my convictions and my true beliefs
so many of the things the filth helps me ignore

I couldn't be for her what she was for me
I couldn't open eyes that didn't want sight to see
I shouldn't have let true love only slightly be
and I shouldn't be surprised at the misery

it is all this sadomasochists sick ride down into the pits of lost pride
but
killing myself slowly doesn't feel so much like suicide
Brandon Barnett Feb 2015
my Love She’s got bottomless holes inside, dividing us that I didn’t dig
so I’ve been choking down her past days from amber bottles in burning swigs
most people see only a darkness and call the task of healing Her too big
i see an angel trapped on earth so i pick up my shovel and climb in

She never says She’s sorry without breaking a promise in compromise
but a real man knows his Goddess should never have to apologize
so i never let it traumatize my heart as long can lay next to Her at night
I’ll make the shortcomings all alright because our love can never be ostracized

Her broken parts are jagged to the touch, cut hands and tear fingertips
but to me they look like puzzle pieces so I give my skin to mend Her rips
one shovel full at a time I fill the craters wiping tears from Her lips
because deep, burning, hungry love finds where each ragged piece neatly fits

She only wants a relationship with honesty if it’s a war to be fought
so i become the soldier and the thief never caught ignoring lessons I was taught
for Goddess I bleed and heal then give more so each of Her cuts can clot
because true belief must truly believe these hands were wrought just to undo her knots

i worship in prayer by her waters and ask only for absent minded affections rife
baptized in her kiss i dive in to feel more and need no shores’ safety to survive
and when the floods come and Her swells cut me away from my own being like a knife
i give myself to Her riptide, sweet Lover I am only our bond, i give her my life

and when the pain makes my teeth crack from brandishing false smiles
i patch the wear in my boots, rise from those fires and walk the next miles
and where others blaspheme the word love and fall, i climb over the discarded piles
because a real man loses blood, loses fear, survives the fights, passes the trials

and when loving under the storming skies of her sick, sullen past
means exhaustion claims my flesh and the next strained gasp may be my last
i rupture, i spill open with praises and crawl to her feet to prove i was chaste
for Goddess i give my days, my treasures, my home, my every emotion grown vast

for Goddess I will steal starlight and empty seas and I don’t care what anyone else can’t see
they whisper behind their doors that I stink of obsession like a fatal disease
but i know that a real man stands tallest when he pledges in prayer on two bent knees
to his Lover, to Her, his every lock opened because without her there is no good nights sleep

i give her
only what Her love demands
because a real man
is tall even if he doesn’t stand
Brandon Barnett Mar 2013
I've been writing the same tired words
weary from forever trying to explain you
to the same endless song
repeating itself to me in your every kiss
ever since we started this game that we play
of me loving you
with a fondness that still remembers you, pure
loving you with depth that will always catch your falls
and you always pulling away from me
pushing me away
taking a needed piece of me each time you stray
making it a little harder to heal
making it a little scarier to feel
a little harder to keep hope in a new start
making me a little harder in the heart
when all I need from you, is all of you, just one time
because you would never want to leave the embrace
of a best friend kept in a lover's mask with a poet's need for only you
if you would just look into my eyes
that see only your beauty, blind to your scars
what you'd see would tell you
that to me you are perfectly imperfect

but the song repeats and somehow all my words fail me
in forever trying to win you, to charm you, to keep you
and the infinite sadness that is loving you
burns me again as I pull it's flame even closer
trying to make you mine at last
in every word I say all you have to hear is the truth
if you ever want to believe in love again, believe now
we are the proof

because every time we lay down together
and I wake up alone
I crack a little deeper, I become a little more fragile
I lose a little more I haven't got left to give
I turn a paler shade of ghost
and the crime is never punished
because you never stay to see
that you're killing the one person who loves you most
with every meaningless kiss you give me

I die a little
with each meaningless kiss
Brandon Barnett Oct 2012
childless father, I ******* ache
every time it crosses my mind that I miss his little face
when any other connection to anyone else feels so out of place
living only in the past in analyzing my actions and in decisions I retrace

and no one else can really understand what it takes just to get up and stand
what getting on your own two feet each morning demands
when you're young son isn't yours anymore to see become a man
when you can't hold his, so you just wipe your tears with your useless hands

regret
will put a blade in your belly and cut slowly till you will never forget
the waking in cold sweats and seeing any other love as a threat
it makes the smiling at others just a bluff as you place each day's bet

can I survive this draining daily distress?
is there life after a needed connection's brutal death?
can I catch back up to normal when the pain won't let me catch my breath?
can I live a whole life when without him I am so much less?

I can't drink the pangs numb or calm my blood's churning seas
the sickening motion rolling through each inch of me
the sticky tar that paints me in black misery
or **** the grinning devils that make any new hope only trickery

childless
a father's love unwavering but never received
without my baby son all I do is grieve
and I have no use anymore for love, no matter what I use to believe
Brandon Barnett Mar 2016
unbelievable the breadth
of what I have to regret with every breath
you could fill a lifetime with it
I have, and now I have nothing left
monsters in the dark
what I have puppeteering my heart
I’m a phantom of a man and deserve to be apart
from the one I love, the lover I chose
the one who saw my soul exposed
and was driven away

I’m horrified and confused
at how easily I can abuse
how can I be so infused with bipolar?
and why would anyone choose to stay on that coaster?
but what does that matter when I drive them away?
What do I matter? so tattered, who am I at the end of the day?

failed father, alcoholic, no apologies to erase what I say
I’ve already said this but now I’m screaming it night and day,
I am a monster
puppeteering her heart
eating her whole with every memory of my part

but this isn’t how it was meant to be, I love her when I’m me
how can that be taken from me so easily by chemistry?
and with all of my sickness what else could I have been or every be?
when my self, isn’t meant to be healthy

I would take my own life, not to end my misery
but to extend an honest apology
all I ask is that she know that I didn’t intend any insanity
I didn’t know it could get this bad, that I could sling such brevity
and now with the loss of this all I want to say is I am sorry, Ashley baby
......
seven days now I’ve cried until I choked
lost my step walking because I sobbed so hard
now I cry in doctor’s offices and they say I should’ve come sooner
I’ve lost her
I lost my best friend, dear god I miss her
but I love her so much I am honoring her memory by getting help

I’m so ******* sad
Worse than losing the best person of my life was driving them out. I didn't know how sick I was but that's not much of an excuse. I would give literally anything to hold her again in that wonderful embrace. I wish the constant crying would just drown me dead because this is worse than death.

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