You aren't like the others,
they deserve much better,
you are not worthy.

They wear silk robes,
and other fancy clothes,
you are not worthy.

Under the hot sun,
you become no one,
you are not worthy.

Move the mud and sand,
and mix it all by hand,
you are not worthy.

Whips crack down on your backs,
you use the energy you lack,
to fight forward.
Moving blocks of sandstone,
you work together, die alone,
don't say a word.

You build for Pharaoh,
and because you know,
you are not worthy.

You migrated here for hope,
but all hope was lost,
when you were enslaved.

Whips crack down on your backs,
you use the energy you lack,
to fight forward.
Moving blocks of sandstone,
you work together, die alone,
don't say a word.

Whips crack and skin tears,
cries go unheard.
People walk by and stare,
men stand in herds.
Beat them till no one cares,
slaves have no worth.

the red says, “do no touch”
the purple whispers, “she is not yours”
the blue proclaims, “you want to know, don’t you?”
the yellow laughs, “you cannot begin to imagine”
together, they sing,
“she is mine,
she is mine,
she is mine”

Seven
Nine
Twenty-three point zero five
Cotangent of angle a

What can I find?
Why do I look?
It's a secret that I mistook
for a solution
Variables that make me
*****
Integers that
Irritate
Numbers give me the heebie-jeebies
Resolute in their
Absolutes
No quarter
Just one over four

Grandiose and lofty it may seem
Nevertheless it’s a thought that captures
A dream I consider supreme
It triggers a spontaneous feeling of rapture
Whenever it crosses my mind.
It’s that a lawless society is an empowered society
The premise being that life is kind
Lending credence to society imposed piety.
As succinct as it is,
It sums up my simple idiosyncrasy as me
It’ll be a paradigm shift that’ll put my mind at ease
And fill my heart with glee.

The existing realities are grim        
         Stupefying for lack of a better word.

Andy Bryn.

Today is not Lord Byron’s birthday.
Today is May 3, and I’m preparing to enter the real world.
Graduation comes in nine days.
Before me like a flag my future unfurls.
Poetry is something I must never give up on.
The class that I took this semester reaffirmed that.
The feedback I gained was something to feed upon.
My poems felt like more than mere lab rats.
Dissected on a cold, steel operating table,
Without hope of being understood, only analyzed.
My mind has always served me well when I demand that it be able.
My work is not something that I want privatized.
So I’ll continue my work in the field of poetics,
To try to make the world understand what goes on between these ears.
The words that I write shall be unapologetic,
As I drift through these forthcoming years.
Graduation is in nine days.
Today is not Lord Byron’s birthday.

can we work it out
figure our differences
please don't turn
and walk away
i need you

i want you back
but i don't
my heart is confusing me
please make it stop
make it go away

it hurts so much
its tearing me apart
it feels like I'm burning
and falling to pieces
and no one can fix it

no one but the one that did it to me
please make it go away, please

Thou art so conniving
You conspire to purge me of my sense of reasoning
Leaving me bare to suffer the perils of an incongruous world
Belittled by all and sundry
Or how else do you explain a scenario where
The words I am sorry are too heavy a spittle
To be spoken to a loved one to whom I’ve wronged
Severing a lifelong relation in the process
Could be am being too ******* you
And that you are so patronisingly benevolent
Condescendingly overseeing my rise up the social ladder
Trouncing and prancing on the shrewd and their kind
Either way I salute your ingenuity
Indeed keep up the uncanny spectacle.

In your doubt I am left, alone,
Alongside your battle of self identity.
I used to hurl flames at you,
Yet now you are the one to set me aflame.
Burning away our trust,
You devour it whole,
Leaving only putty ashes in my mouth.

i saw you
i saw you hugging her
talking to her

you knew i saw you
and you lie to me
saying you told her
told her to leave you alone

why do you lie to me
to my face
to my heart?
WHY?