Brent

Brent Aug 2016

P's

a fair warning for you
if you are planning to
to fall in love with me
you fall in love with P's

if you fall in love with me
you fall in love with a pessimist
who believes that every single thing will fall apart
every bad thing is bound to happen
so please i ask
help me find the positives
in a world
where negatives are all i see

if you fall in love with me
you fall in love with a paranoid
who breaks almost every night
thinking about how wrong i could be
every choice
every decision
will be the worst one
so please i ask
to accept me
and convince me
that the world is not yet over.

if you fall in love with me
you fall in love with a p-ssy.
a coward
who's afraid to make the first move
who's ashamed to fail.
so please i ask
to wait for me
to be able to overcome my fears.

and lastly,
if you fall in love with me
you fall in love with a poet.
a writer
who's prepared to write everything
and anything
because sadly, that's all i'm good at.
so please i ask
to accept my love
in the form of words
and i will change myself.

i love you so ******* much yet i think you don't feel the same. at least, anymore.

#love #heartbreak #poet #life #hate #pain #death #pessimist #***** #paranoid

Brent Aug 2016

How I write poems

it's always the same thing every night
we meet.
we embrace.
our lips touch.
our tongues play.
until night is upon us
and we go our separate ways.

my body longs for more.
my lips call out yours
until my mind does its wonders
and makes doubt enter my core.

and the anxiety flows
from my trembling heart
thru every single artery, vein, and nerve
that makes my eyes water;
my back tense;
my body shiver;
and my mind lose sense.

it closes in on my arms
and slowly creeps its way
to yesterday's cuts on my wrists
and reaches its way to my fingers.
then forces itself to rhyme
on a crimson-splattered piece of paper.

on and on, I will continue to write
until I hear your most beautiful good night.
even if I feel I'm not your only one
the illusion kicks back in. a poem is done.

then the whole thing repeats again... and again... and again....

i need a title. help me.

#love #doubt #life #pain #anxiety

Brent Jun 2016

my fault

it's my fault
i was too careless
and brought my
precious items
it's my fault
i got mugged

it's my fault
i was too daring
that i wore so-called
provocative clothing
it's my fault
i got *****

it's my fault
that i got preyed upon
it's my fault
i became a victim

i got mugged just the other day, and this is just what i felt and also what i see in society. just to let off some steam.

#society #my #**** #victim #fault #prey #mugged

Brent Jun 2016

the insecure girl

the insecure girl
who sees the beauty
in the twinkling stars and constellations
but refuses to see
the ones in her hazel eyes

the insecure girl
who sees the beauty
in the tallest mountains
and the steepest hills
but refuses to see beauty
in her most beautiful *****
and most curvy behind

the insecure girl
who sees the beauty
in the scorching sun
and the glowing moon
but refuses to see beauty
in her warmest embrace
and her illuminating smile

the insecure girl
who sees the beauty
in everything
but refuses to see beauty
in herself

im running out of words

#love #life #girl #nature #beauty #stars #insecure #skies

Brent Jun 2016

Today I lost my friends

Disclaimer: work is purely fictional. it's kind of ******/macabre and very dark. It's a very dark limmerick. So, that's that. This is not real, to just make things clear. Haha. Don't know how I thought of this but... yeah.

Today I lost my friends
Told them today was the end
With a smile on my face
Their faces were a disgrace
On the last day of my friends

Today I lost my friends
Told them today was the end
Their limbs now scattered
Their eyes have watered
On the last day of my friends

Today I lost my friends
Told them today was the end
Feasted on their fears
Quenched thirst thru their tears
On the last day of my friends

Today I lost my friends
Told them today was the end
Once all of them dead
I bathe in crimson red
On the last day of my friends

Disclaimer: work is purely fictional. it's kind of ******/macabre and very dark. It's a very dark limmerick. So, that's that. This is not real, to just make things clear. Haha. Don't know how I thought of this but... yeah.

#friends #death #blood #**** #fiction #****** #socio

Brent May 2016

Never Let Her Go

Never let her go.
Even if she has the nastiest tongue,
that not a single sentence she speaks doesn't have vulgarity,
but when she speaks those three words
makes the most beautiful symphony.

Never let her go.
Even if she's the craziest girl you know,
that not a single day you spend with her doesn't have her constantly nagging you,
but when she gives you her most tender kiss and her warmest embrace,
melts the most frozen peaks.

Never let her go.
Even if she loves taking pictures of herself,
that not a single day doesn't drown you with her selfies,
but when she gives you her most beautiful smile,
makes the brightest stars go dim.

Never let her go.
Never let her go.
Because the single day that you do,
will make you regret that you ever did.

I shouldn't have...

#love #heartbreak #go #sad #life #pain #her #let #never