we can't erase what is already on a canvas
but we can always paint over it

I liked you first
when I realized that I wanted to be alone
but not as much as I didn't want you to be

ɨ.

Bʟaċҡ ʍɨɖռɨɢɦt ɖʊsҡ ɦaɨʀ
O' ɦօա ʄaɨʀ;
O' ɦօա ʄaɨʀ.

ɨɨ.

Assʊaɢɛ ʍɨռɛ aռɢʊɨsɦ
Dօ ɖaʀɛ;
Dօ ɖaʀɛ.

ɨɨɨ.

Maҡɛtɦ aʍaʀɛ tօ ʍɛ
Iռ ċօʟɨsɛʊʍ ʀaքtʊʀɛ;
Fօʀɛʋɛʀ aʄtɛʀ, sɦaʟt tɦɛ staʍք օʄ ċօsʍɨċ աaʋɛ's ɛռɢʀaʋɛ ʊs.

ɨʋ.

Nօռɛ tօ ɛռsʟaʋɛtɦ ʊs
As օʊʀռ ʟɛɢ's aռɖ ɦaռɖ's aʀt ʄʀɛɛ;
A աɨɖɛ ʊռɛaʀtɦʟʏ sċɛռɛ, աɨtɦ օʊʀռ ռɛɛɖ's ċaʀɛɖ ʄօʀ.

ʋ.

Bʟaċҡ ʍɨɖռɨɢɦt ɖʊsҡ ɦaɨʀ
O' ɦօա ʄaɨʀ;
Hօա ʄaɨʀ tɦօʊ aʀt.



©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry

Stop letting them tear you down
No need to have depression when they’re moving on in this life
Strive to prove them wrong about the things they say
Don’t let anyone get in your way of making it life
Don’t destroy your beautiful body anymore
The best revenge to dish out is to show society wrong
So it’s time to break the cycle

Maybe it’s time to break the cycle of self-harm
It’s time to break the cycle of suicide
It’s time to change how they think of us

The suffering that we’ve been through has made us stronger
No longer will we let anyone them tear us down
Because I’ve seen the light at the end of the tunnel
Fight the silence, break the cycle of isolation
Speak up and be proud of who you are
No need to cry anymore
Cause no longer will we be torn apart by despair

Maybe it’s time to break the cycle of self-harm
It’s time to break the cycle of suicide
It’s time to change how they think of us

Let’s change the channel on how they look upon us
By far they have watched us fall but they’ll watch us rise
We are no longer your slaves
HEYUH!!!

Maybe it’s time to break the cycle of self-harm
It’s time to break the cycle of suicide
It’s time to change how they think of us

Fishing for compliments
I will fish for a new guitar
Fishing for **** condiments
Rock and roll, old timesty bar.
Fishing to fish
A good relaxation.
Fishing to memorize
Your past age extension's.
Fishing to fight
If your fighting the right reason's.
Fishing for catchup
Yes,
I really need to catch up with old friends, family, and loved ones.

Betwixt the Alloquy
Of me and Reyna Jane's tongue's;
Spilleth out the astrology, aloft the moon and the sun.

God shalt unite us
In the new life;
Of the next.

Thither the peace coming
The fountain's shalt be running;
With Christ's aura of his mightiness.

The world's now faltering
Forward star's to hit this dune;
Annular mushroom cloud's, as well from man's nuclear doom.

As china faileth, and the State's of America fumble
I'm ready to go, so queen do knoweth;
The stock's art about to jumble.

Look high, mine love
To ourn creator above;
Trumpet's art about to be blown.

The celestial's art heavy
Ourn universal levee;
Is broken, so clingeth to me mine dove.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/ prophetic poetry

Ironic is it not?
The Norm society
Calleth us poet's crazed, lunatic, insane.

Though tis
The quote "Norm people" of society;
Art the one's who readeth us "crazed" poet's writing's.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry