You left.
You came back.
I accepted you
but if you will leave again,
Don't ever think of coming back.

i have no real dreams to speak of
i speak of my nightmares even less
i am just trying to reach the peak of
that mountain, where i am blessed

material goals aren't what i talk of
spiritual goals, i talk of more
i am just trying to walk the walk of
those spirits who walked before

A true poet
Rich with his words,
Broke with no money...







©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry

Pleasure of the pain
I moan
pleasure under your hands
Rough hands that grip my neck
Fingers slipping down my side
My side onto my thighs
Between my thighs, I bite my lip
You hear me breath
My breath is taken
You grab my hair
"Don't make a sound"
inside me
Your fingers long,
"You're ready for me"
Deep breaths I take
Deep breaths as you enter me
Deep breaths as you force me over
Harder, deeper, rougher
Deep breaths because I want it
The way you're giving it to me
The way you make me take it
I gasp, your hand around my throat
Again, I gasp....
I moan, feeling every inch
Slow breaths, I touch your wrist
To feel your strength
To feel your hand so tight
To hear you whisper,
"You belong to me"

Oh, the people I've lost by being sincere.
So many, and I'm afraid you'll all march through my head
Every night till the day I die,
Always leaving,
Never giving a reason.
I am a reason.
This skin, these bones, a reason. I was born
A reason
To leave
And so the people I trust give none-
They need none.
Why?
Why runs through my veins with the blood.
Every look I give
Is why
Every word I speak
Is why
And why
Explain?
Why consider
When you can just
Quit?
I am the reason
And I carry that,
And I carry every time you said I wasn't.
(Until
You showed
I
Was.)