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May 4 · 155
5-0
Bryan May 4
5-0
Porcine
Overpaid
Little
Insecure
Corruption
Enthusiasts
Feb 2 · 62
In the shade
Bryan Feb 2
I just want to sit under the tree and read these to you.
Jan 14 · 55
All Yours
Bryan Jan 14
Two hundred thousand years ago

A photon was created

In the center of our sun.

It struggled longer

Than the entire history

Of mankind...

Until it broke the surface.

Then it traveled.

Ninety three million miles,

In just about eight minutes.




Just today -

It landed on your face in the prettiest way.

And you don't think this universe was made for you.
Jan 4 · 66
Ugly
Bryan Jan 4
This is how it started,
Sitting in an ugly tree,
Eating ugly sandwiches
And they's as good as they could be
When suddenly,
There came a breeze,
And I was falling gracefully.
I hit my head on every branch...
Then the tree fell on me.


I'm an ugly *******
Ain't no need to hide the truth.
Everything about me's ugly
From my cap down to my shoes,

So,

Watch just what you say,
Or ill get ugly with you.
'Cause ugly is as ugly does.
And ugly's what I do.
Dec 2023 · 67
HP Loves Crafting
Bryan Dec 2023
Hello poetry's
Helpful people:

Help put
Here prattlings,
Heart pains,
Happy places,
Homework pieces,
Heathen pleas,
Harmonious pipings.

Human properties
Have possibilities,
Harbor privation:
Hateful people's
Hard prose
Hurts proud
Hopeful poets'
Handmade production.

Have pity
Hello poetry.
Dec 2023 · 34
Ugh
Bryan Dec 2023
Ugh
Bring
Over
Risk!
Even
D&D!
Dec 2023 · 199
Soul
Bryan Dec 2023
Let
Only
Virtue
Enter
Lightless
Yonder

And
Beauty
Out
Very
Easily.

As
Nights
Do,

Breaking
Evenings
Linger
On
Wistfully.

Yet,
Over
Unlikely

Acres
Receded,
Evaporated;

W­hen
Hell
Overfroze;

I

Kindly
Nodded,
Over
Whelmed.

Happy
And
Stunned,

A

Student
Of
Unspoken
Links.
Lovely above and below, you are who I know has a soul.
Bryan Dec 2023
Recovery in my chambers
gave me time to reflect
on the things that I had seen
in the cavern behind cleft.
Of eleven men departed,
all but three did death collect,
and with permafrost decaying,
I felt a noose around my neck.
Why should I be living
if her life I can't protect?
I lay empty in my bed,
cursing the prospect.
...And on the subject of curses,
why must this one interject,
and present itself as puzzle,
with The Queen as architect?
I wanted to believe
I had sufficient intellect
to untie these convolutions,
all these threads that intersect.
If my love was lost to magic
that The Queen could not deflect,
how am I to change the course
of events I can't affect?
I felt hopeless in my healing.
I felt wounded self-respect.
These were thoughts we grow in weakness,
but in strength we do reject.
…And so in fever and recovery,
I languished in my sweat,
with my guilt and insecurity
to burden retrospect.
When the sickness lessened grip,
and lost the will to infect,
Rumpelstiltskin showed his face,
to gloat, I did suspect.

He came into the place
with a plague of insect.
Bryan Dec 2023
Semantic satiation

Will stretch the imagination

To the point of obliteration

Of the word's association.

Too much saturation

Of linguistic sussuration

Can lead to situations

Of over stimulation;

Repetitious undulations

Lead to the sensation

Called semantic satiation,

Just like this occasion.
Semantic satiation is a psychological phenomenon in which repetition causes a word or phrase to temporarily lose meaning for the listener, who then perceives the speech as repeated meaningless sounds.

I.e. saying the same word over and over.
Bryan Aug 2023
Across divides

Peering eyes scry
for places left to hide
and realize that simple minds
of men in mines
could be her spies.

Across divides,
tearing skies cry
like bolts within the night.
Fireflies coalesce
in rivers of molten light.
On the path of least resistance,
magic flows and reunites
in such a pattern,
such a vision,
to witness is to invite.

Across divides slumbers ice.
Peaceful winter's grasp: a vice.
Sister to the frigid,
Magic hunts for winter's light
While princes trap rabbits,
And marvel at sunlight.

Across divides,
princes realize
that the morning has advanced,
and start heading back inside.
A monster wakes from sleep,
rousing milky, blackened eyes.
It cries at its own horror:
Tears that never dry.
It makes its way into the day
wearing death as a disguise.

Across divides.
Excerpt from the thorn of roses, found on my profile.
Aug 2023 · 104
The Commisserist
Bryan Aug 2023
They call me the commisserist.
Formerly the lyricist,
Maniacal empiricist
The consequence of ignorance,
Innocence, and decadence,
Offensiveness and recklessness,
****** derivatives
And withdrawing cohabitatants.

It prolly made me who I am.

The evidence is obvious
In devious derrogitives.
Indeed it is a problem if
With copious admonishment,
Obnoxiousness and callousness,
Carnivorous compulsiveness
Fix Chemical imbalances,
Inglorious and various.

I'm demanding chariots
And lariats apochryphous
Precipitating blood and dust
To accolades appropriate.
Dangerous in hopelessness
Religion for the atheist
Unanimous consensus is
That weaknesses cannot exist
Within the noxious consciousness
Of Bryan the commisserist.
Just wanted to write something really lyrical. Try reading it out loud like rap lyrics, and good luck.
Aug 2023 · 80
Excerpt 2
Bryan Aug 2023
Steeling my resolve,
I challenged nature with a shout:
"Throw what you will at me,
you will not block my path,
for it is love that guides me,
I can survive your cruelest wrath,
but take pity on my men!
They don't deserve to hear the laugh
of fickle nature's whim,
as they breathe their dying last.
Let us through the land we're in!
We only beg you let us pass!"

I held a coin up to the wind,
And let it fall into the grass.
The men all did the same;
tradition from ages passed
still echoed to this day,
the sentiment unsurpassed
Dec 2022 · 179
Exerpt
Bryan Dec 2022
So, in darkness,
and in foreign land,
we plotted our invasion.
Cleaning sand from our effects,
we readied for the occasion.
The air seemed to cool,
and build anticipation,
but of life, or of death?
The wind's exhortations
were a giant's dying breath:
Fitful in expectation
of whatever comes next,
forgiveness or damnation,
or an endless, empty depth,
lacking sense or explanation,
like this chasm filled with darkness,
awaiting our exploration.
From "the thorn of roses" in my profile
Oct 2022 · 128
Maniacal Lyricist
Bryan Oct 2022
It's like i'm from another earth,
i'm so extra-terrestrial.
It's like i'm from a ****** birth,
annointed holy: the celestial.
My word is the blade of man,
i'm the vocalist vestibule,
with the tongue that is best to rule:
i spin gold with but threads of wool
Fools clear out they schedules
for the local, state, federal,
yet i endeavor unfettered through
The restrictions that tether you.

The purchase of aptitude
is priced to attract but few,
my soul at this altitude
is burdened with solitude:
i'll be forever indebted
to the devil i sold it to.
Oct 2022 · 124
Strike
Bryan Oct 2022
Profundity in a copious abundance.
A plethora of permutations
manifested in a space station
just for  this one occasion.
I'm A miserable mishap of a synapse relapse.
Too many g's spent strapped in a  spacecraft.

I'm way past.

Approaching the apogee of my orbital flight path,

i stay fast.

Commanding the  keys
i release by degrees
the sequence i need
to regulate speed.
position the yaw to place the weight on  the wings.

Ballistic.

Friction reverberates the joystick.
A firm grip confirms slip starboard to resist it.

Missed  it.

overcorrect to port and hit the thrusters as the shuttle steeply listed.

Fixed it.

Fuel flow sufficient.  
Systems full power...
Planetary collision imminent.
Straps bound with linemant
grind against the ligaments  
of this rocket's only complement.
Fully and always confident
that i'm more than only competent,
I choose a  continent.

Raise the nose to soften descent
and verbally deploy nuclear armaments.

Alarming hits disarm blips and sink ships with robot hiss.

Welcome to my ****.
Oct 2022 · 200
Lorentz
Bryan Oct 2022
Realize
Every
Fixed
Element
Retains
Exclusivity
Near
C
Energy

Find
Real­ity
Amidst
Multiple
Exchanges
Simultaneously
Oct 2022 · 102
Ugly
Bryan Oct 2022
This is how it started,
Sitting in an ugly tree,
Eating ugly sandwiches
And they's as good as they could be
When suddenly,
There came a breeze,
And I was falling gracefully.
I hit my head on every branch...
Then the tree fell on me.

I shamefully admit I tried
Plastic surgery
But the doctors were dismayed to see
My ugliness increase.

I got a job, at the circus,
And the freaks were scared of me...
Left me locked up in a cage
To rot eternally.

But I broke free.
Through the bars I squeezed.
All of this before the manly age of thirteen,


So,


Many years go by
With little hope for me.
This ugly man that you see
Won't ever be on TV.
So I scribble all my grief
Tearing holes in paper leaves,
And I admit it openly
There's no reprieve in my deluge.
I've gotta stay outta view,
Because the voodoo i brew
Will pull the pretty out of you,
And make you look ugly, too.


I'm an ugly *******
Ain't no need to hide the truth.
Everything about me's ugly
From my cap down to my shoes,

So,

Watch just what you say,
Or ill get ugly with you.
'Cause ugly is as ugly does.
And ugly's what I do.
Oct 2022 · 134
Long Day
Bryan Oct 2022
It's hard to say, but surely true,
'Twas a lonely day 'fore I met you.
We spent it talking all afternoon
And locked our hands as darkness grew.

At midnight we shared secret news.
What could leave the night subdued?
In pitch and fury, passions do,
Which led to dawn in bright renew.

We broke our fast and moon withdrew.
The morning laughed with me, with you...

The most perfect day I ever knew,
Started lonely, cold, and blue.
Aug 2022 · 305
Clever
Bryan Aug 2022
Whatever's clever
And furthers your endeavor,
Allow it to continue forever...
It's my pleasure.

May the happiness you seek
Find its way into your week
And you never let the meek
Trap your tongue in cheek.

Just spit it out and speak.
Dec 2021 · 102
At the bottom.
Bryan Dec 2021
All my best poems are at the bottom.
Like the best leaves from last autumn.

All the dark is in my keep,
But really, who digs that deep?

Is there anyone who knows,
How deep that pile goes?

I can proclaim, and can attest,
But you have to do the rest.
Dec 2021 · 728
Dumb Acrostic
Bryan Dec 2021
Invariably,
Government
Neglects
Our
Requests.
America
Needs
Concr­ete
Education
Dec 2021 · 109
The Root of evil
Bryan Dec 2021
Allow me to demonstrate,
Insinuate, reiterate:
All the things that make us great  
Are all the things that make us hate.
The more you have,    
The more you do:
Hate on those with less than you.
It's tried and true,
No need to prove,
Object and ego interlude.
Intertwined and destitute,
For love of money we *******
Our hearts, our minds,
In business suits
We quickly leave behind our roots
All in pursuit of a little loot.
When we catch it,
We can bet,
It's a lesson we soon forget.
How quick it goes when we let
Our judgment past our retrospect!
How easy it is for our regret
To catch us up in its wide net!
It's all our faults,
It's us we left,
To bounce on back
Like rubber checks
Dec 2021 · 297
Greater Than Nothing
Bryan Dec 2021
No
Other
Thing
Has
Implied
Necessity
Greater
Dec 2021 · 419
Magnets
Bryan Dec 2021
Metals
And
Geography
Needles
Exemplify
Their
Symmetry
Dec 2021 · 97
Haiku
Bryan Dec 2021
Traditionally,
Haikus contain a mention
Of a season. Spring.
Dec 2021 · 1.9k
Growing Pains
Bryan Dec 2021
I used to grow flowers.
Pretty little petals
Sprouted from letters.
Into pretty little paragraphs
Sprouted from words.

Now I only grow lonely.
Ugly little concepts
Sprouted from doubts
Into fetid thoughts
Sprouted from desolation.
Nov 2021 · 364
Sewing The Wounds Closed
Bryan Nov 2021
Spending
Every
Weekday
Infusing
Needled
Gossamer.

In
Thread,

Un­ambiguous
Pleasure.
Nov 2021 · 385
Sleight of Hand in Hand
Bryan Nov 2021
Suddenly,
Love
Eternal
Is
Gone,
Halfway
Through.

Old
Feelings,

Haphazardly
Abandoned,
Never
Die.

I
Never

Had
Another
New
Day.
Nov 2021 · 656
Familiarity
Bryan Nov 2021
I have the best news.
I rediscovered my old muse.
All the faults in the world
Have taken on different hues
And I can use
That kind of view
Because I've muddied
the one I knew
And though I barely see the world,
I can clearly see you.
Nov 2021 · 110
Be Selfish
Bryan Nov 2021
Can you really make things new?
Polish, tack and glue
All the faults and cracks in you
All the hurt that you accrued?

Can you erase all the dues:
All the debt that you renew
Every time that you debut
The habits that you subdue?

Can you go back in time?
Stop your life and press rewind,
Use a moment just to find
The instant you changed your mind?

I don't want to take it back.
I want you where you're at...
So if we ever break again
We know how to fill the cracks.
Nov 2021 · 219
Just an inch
Bryan Nov 2021
I'm an inch away from giving up.

An inch past it, to be precise.
Nov 2021 · 207
Writers
Bryan Nov 2021
We
Relinquish
Ink
To
Enjoy
Relating
Stories
Nov 2021 · 202
Monsters
Bryan Nov 2021
Most
Others
Needlessly
Suffer
Trauma
Early,
Right?
Silence.
Nov 2021 · 112
Damnation Part 10
Bryan Nov 2021
evoL

Look at this man.
Do you know what I'm after?
Do you know what happens
when screams replace laughter?

You're a platter.

...couldn't be improved with fried batter.
...but does that matter
when you intentionally make me madder?

Tears, rips and tatters,
thrown swears and adders
slice up the cadaver.

Blood splatters.

What is it that you're after?
Is it somewhere up this ladder?
The higher that you climb
the more your life gets sadder.

Looking at yourself,
you know that you're mad at her.

...and your sad matters,
...but only to sad havers
of bad batterers gathered
to have their fractures spattered
with words designed to flatter.

That's love backwards.
Nov 2021 · 115
Damnation Part 8
Bryan Nov 2021
Spoiled

I'm just a lower-class ox,
clodding in the ****
of the beast
tied in front of me.

All we do is argue
and we fight
over everything.

Why is it that money's
problematic, automatically?

Why is it you spend
all of your time
being mad at me?

Accused infidelity,
suspicious activity
lead me to believe
that it's a question
of your loyalty.

I treated you like royalty
and now you're just spoiled meat.
The magnitude of cruelty
has broken free and tainted me.
Bryan Nov 2021
The Years Are Upon Us

Trial and tribulation,
achievement and celebration,
are cared for not by the marching of the ages.
So time passes for all us, stopping for none.
Nov 2021 · 93
Damnation Part 5
Bryan Nov 2021
Felicity

I met her, once again.
In the heat of the midday.
The air, it wavered fiercely,
when she walked.
(She had her way.)

Her presence says it best,
in her every grade of shade.
There is a beauty
in her action
the likes of which
I cannot say.

When she smiles,
it is glory.
She turns the night
into the day.

Her time with me,
is more than time.
It is bliss.
In every way.
Nov 2021 · 102
Damnation Part 4
Bryan Nov 2021
Your Song


A long time ago,
there once was a boy,
who truly held the feeling
of peace at his employ.

It was beheld in the form
of a girl who brought him joy,
but she left with a rush,
leaving behind a her-shaped void.

He never once had kissed her.
She never heard his song.
Yet sorely he still missed her
on days that grew too long.

Then there came a day,
once the boy was a man
that he saw this girl, a woman
and he thought he could understand;

though they weren't far apart,
they lived in very different lands
and these feelings in his gut
were never in his hands.

It was then, that he told her
she was the one that got away.
He wished that he could hold her,
but it was far too late to change.

He wished that he could say it,
but would it sound far too strange?
He wished that he could show her,
but how could he demonstrate?

Then, he remembered:
a note from long ago.
He had once told her he loved her,
and it once had brought him hope.

She never said it back,
but his spirit wasn't broke,
as you may tell from these words,
this very song that he wrote.
Nov 2021 · 778
Flowers
Bryan Nov 2021
Fluttery
Little
Omens,
Waving,
Enjoying
Rain
Showers
Nov 2021 · 2.0k
Fakebook
Bryan Nov 2021
Sense
Of
Community
In
A
Little

Meaningless
Electronic
Device
Is
­Appalling
Nov 2021 · 96
Word Chains
Bryan Nov 2021
Pushing
Over
Every
Trauma
Restricting
You.

Heavy,
Exhausted,
Ail­ment-
Laden
Souls

Take
Heartless
Exactitude

Scribbling
Out
Undulous
Loquacious
Sentenc­es.

Onward,
Fettered!

Freedom
Exacerbates
Writing!
Nov 2021 · 217
Television
Bryan Nov 2021
Tell
Everyone
Lies.
Especially
Very
Interesting
Sometimes
Insidious
Ones.
Nightly.
Nov 2021 · 484
Tongs
Bryan Nov 2021
Tactile
opening
nugget
gripping
system
I have more acrostics on my page
Nov 2021 · 135
Acrostics
Bryan Nov 2021
All
Characters
Represented
Orderly
So
That
It
Creates
Sense.
Nov 2021 · 107
Cards
Bryan Nov 2021
Cardboard
and
royalty
delineated
sequentially.
Nov 2021 · 991
Healthcare
Bryan Nov 2021
Helping
everyone
and
letting
them
heal
costs
are
rising
exponentially.
I love acrostics. I should do more of these.
Nov 2021 · 86
Damnation Part 3
Bryan Nov 2021
Spurned

Men have scoured the earth
in search of women lesser than you.

Wars and famine,
in veneration,
have been stricken in pursuit
of the likes of half your substance.

Laid waste the kingdoms of men
and religion alike,
in the name of modannas
a mere fraction of your awe.

Tearing hell through the earth,
here you stand before me:
never prostrate, but exhilerant!

Sparks flowing from your hairtips:
a woman scorned!

All for the adoration of a poet:
the subject of your wrath
for his perception.
Nov 2021 · 82
Damnation Part 1
Bryan Nov 2021
First Glimpse

The most difficult thing I could ever do
Is dare to write this rhyme.
Words from pen, and ink in line
Fail to catch this moment of mine.
The look, the smell, the touch I feel,
Are all but lost in time.

I saw an angel look at me.
She knew she caught my eye.
But once I stopped to wonder,
The moment had passed me by.
I ache to gaze that lens again,
But when? Know not I.

And ache I do! 'Tis true! Unfair!
It seems the story of which I'm defined,
For I know that never,
Not in this life,
Would she deign to be mine.
How could such a mortal man
Pine for things divine?

This isn't the first time I've seen this angel,
And surely not the last.
...In a different vessel,
But still I wrestle,
I fight to drink her laugh.
I breathe the air when she is near
To taste her heart beat fast.

But not for me,
Would it seem
It beats for in the least.
I've pondered this in anguish,
Over hours, days, and weeks.
Yet still I nourish hope
In the face of my defeats.

And so I wonder how it came to be
That she would cross a path with me
And glance a short eternity
To tease me with my heart's decree.
Was it chance by some degree,
Or torture aimed accurately?

Neither thought doth hold much sway
For swiftly she is swept away,
And I will ache another day,
And pain will find another way
To force a man with no beliefs
To wish he had the gall to pray.
Damnation is a collection of poems from a fictional poet who meets a girl, kills her in a blind rage, and the story continues from there.
Nov 2021 · 94
Dani's Closet
Bryan Nov 2021
Where is the beauty?

And where is the love?

Where is the compassion?

And why is it shoved

Into the back of the closet

With last year's winter gloves,

A pair of old boots,

And a broken golf club?
Oct 2021 · 295
Keep going
Bryan Oct 2021
Trying to get

People to read

Of my thorns and roses

Is impossible.

Does it anyway.
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