Ripping out pages and crumpling paper
Lately I can't just express without saying
Something too raw pulling **** out the closet
Leave grown women sobbing this **** is bizzare just
Bare with me I'm sorry my life is revolving
I'm falling in hallways get faded to jot this
Can't bring you up every girl I'm involved with
Hates you to death, because I share my heart with
You and you only
Only you see my side
We've loved and we've lied and we've cuddled and cried
We built up our pride
We've drank and gotten high
But every sober moment
Protected my mind
You rejected my kind gestures and efforts in time
made me realize I played the Jester
Just to get by
Wonder why did I lose love?
Well at least I did try
Stealing you rings just to make you all mine
Still remember your size
Those seven point fives that you'd take off at night
I know you lost a couple shouldn't come as a surprise
We both lost it all even who we both are
These emotional scars make what we had hard to find
I'm just stuck in the car strapped along for the ride
I tapped in to the side of me that's still too in love
I know its too much and you don't want to rush, but

Me and you were playing house
Start thinking that I'm losing touch
Falling asleep together on Mare's couch
Maybe I should loosen up
When I leave you and I go home
I start forgetting what it is
Gotta keep in mind our two beautiful kids
I mean that's *reason enough to ******* live

Why are we wasting our relationship on other relationships?*
You know how sticky these situations get
You go up higher than me some days
You know what I think we could be some day
But you already know my side of things, man

Enjoy stiffness, as stiff is broad

My room today such a fatal mess, try my hardest and clean the best

Steps steep of swindler's confession
A monstrous sleep that Pike's definition
Chard broil eggs on a winter of sleep

the most intimate ive been
with anyone
in a long time
has been with my own hemorroid.

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

This is a Robert Frost poem I forgot to have put this down

I put up a flag above mine abode
To let all others knoweth I was a different soul
The flag read freak
Freak flag.....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Inspired by Shanna Stojakovich

This is just a quick note to hellopoetry site:

Don't know if anyone else noticed this on this site but as for me certain peoples notifications aren't popping up on me page... Though when I look at poem by itself I can see the person liked it yet I'm not seeing it in notification.. Also I noticed when I type peoples name in the search box it won't even show some of them in search box to even find! Though when I see them on one of the poems they liked of mine and click on their picture it takes me to their page?? Mmm something strange going on with this site??.and its shut down four times Maby more last four days .??? Hmm weirdly strange to me h.p weirdly strange lol... Oh and last thing I have to keep hitting the follow button for people for some reason this site keeps making us all hit follow on same people as I've had to do and someone else brought to me why did she have to hit follow on me. When she thought she was following me? Yeah lol


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

Instead of this site's name to be hellopoetry.com
It shouldst be,
ERROR-500-badserver.com



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Midnight lonesomeness, hath becometh mine best friend
Midnight lonesomeness, verily I telleth thee shalt be mine end....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Dashcams caught me again
Car ticket with full money spent
This bites.

Agrestial highway's, an agora of light's
Mine carrion shalt release its brawn,
Pushing the deceiver's and devils aside
I shalt awaken to the new dawn,
With Thorn's on mine head, dispensing mine own shine
The moon to guideth mine steps, the sun to glass mine eye's,
Às at the end of this deathly hole
I'll meeteth mine own cherub who awaiteth me, a cherub of flight

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry