sitting in his invented prison
where misgivings are never forgiven
restricted to only visits from visions
in his dimension of endless renditions

condemned to exist within mental schism
with his stiffest self sentence given
never forgetting misdeeds and decisions
only existing to revisit volitions

And just like that little Nicky and I had a date.
Sugar cookies decorated with icing, musical chairs
at every table.
Balloons with strands of silky fabric dangled from the Party hall  ceiling.

Their little fingers crook daintily, holding the tiny tea cups
while their mothers sipped tea and ate cookies.

She is a sweet tune in my heart and I hope to play it all my life
With the memories of the sugar cookies,
and all those tea time moments together

She loved the princesses and tea time theme;
  that was  October of two thousand and four
I love the pink plastic bags.
Her birthday was yesterday;
today we are having a skype group video chat

a new blueprint to future improvements
truth and illusion, rooting down to it
using my muse to fluid the movements
i do what i do and only i do it

i choose true views, crucial exclusives
a brutal but proven fuel for usage
a fuse for a boom and a noose for a nuisance
tooting no horns and soothing no prudence

a truant from the school of muted students
an astute pupil when getting down to it
using pure fusion and never diluted
i do what i do and only i do it

Draw your talons
Across my back
Tear deep at my flesh
I will die as prey
For the sweet taste
Of your lust

I stood apart with aloof dignity
A distant smile
He was upstage with strangers
Erudite I am with many
Downtrodden was never
Aloof for the school of accepted
Erudiate becomes obsolete

You make the choice.
You can either carry on, or give up.
You can laugh about it or you can cry.
You can keep quiet or speak your mind.
You can cling to your independence with all your might,
Or learn how to ask for and accept help.

...You can go for it, or you can just get out.

Regular being's
Like to thinkest, outside the box;
I tend to thinkest
Outside of this dreadful world.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry

Day by Day I sank
And today I shall drown..