One afternoon he awoke
suddenly from a reverie,
and he sat up, hands
on his knees, cried a plea—
“Please, take me back
to a world without me.”

And me, I looked at him,
didn’t frown, didn't stutter,
held his face, met his eyes,
and replied with a shudder—
“Love, it’s me, it’s your mother."

I shalt bite her bottom lip
Whilst Pulling her closer;
She shalt melteth at her hip's
Smoke coming from her tongue, as if a long term smoker.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley

You are only as strong as your ability
to lift yourself up off the ground.

You are only as wise as your ability
to see the world as it is
not as you want it to be.

You are only as free as your ability
to take a step towards your hearts desire
and appreciate whatever it is you find there.

You were cigarette smoke and breaking waves on the shores of distant lands. You were crooked teeth and chocolate breath. You were black coffee and shaggy hair. You were hazel eyes and arms I would have died in. You were soft cotton shirts and ***** work boots. You were Bukowski’s good side. You were pool tables and wool hats. You were black curtains. You were everything and more. You were the one that got away. You were.

A time zone or two
And an ocean of blue
Keep us from holding our breath.
We’re fire and ice, you and I,
Can’t you see?
Longing for warmth,
Melting too quickly.
My suffering ends
And your depression begins.
My happiness fades
And yours starts anew.
I’m always down
And you’re always up,
Or it’s the other way ‘round.

But I’m still so in love with you.