The ravens watch from their trees
Barren dead branches, naked of leaves
The Winter chill hangs in the air
A solo walker makes his way, this night
An eerie light is cast on the tombstones
As if the cold moon is reaching down

He will always come here, in darkness
For the night sounds play the music
As amongst the grave, he dances alone
But then a mist rises from one particular grave
Beginning to take the form of a woman
The lost love he has missed for so very long

They come to dance, together once more
Watched by ravens and a thousand glowing eyes
Entwined in a gothic dance of the dead
Until once again, she will fade away
Vanishing back into the ground, whence she came
And a solitary figure of a man, walks away alone

Am the worst one to ever be born,
Lacking an aim to objectives,
Am as information within torn...
Making excuses for my life's grace so gone....

Joke at me, I am a thing to mock at,
Ofcourse, am insane - so inhumane...
Tracking existence of nothingness...

Keeping my eyes at place,
As a matter of fact, for me is impossible...
Umbrella saves you from rain,
Rain doesn't stop cause of it!

Making a decision on whether I want to live, or not,
Actually is quite tough, quite boring..
Nobody can ever have guts to live my boring life...
"Going places " from knife to knife...
As if, I have no reason to live,
Tragically, I have no responsibility to die...

I'm suicidal
I have thought about it not only once or twice but thrice
I'm suicidal
I have written hundreds, thousands and millions of letters
I'm suicidal
I'm a danger to myself
I'm suicidal
I see no fun in living.

I AM BLACK
The color of my skin
The roots of my hair
I AM BLACK
The roar of my voice
The power of my walk
I AM BLACK
The loose fit of my denim
The length of my shirt
I AM BLACK
The look in my eyes
The art on my body
I AM BLACK
The crimes I committed
The time I served
I AM BLACK
The way I think
The way I act
I AM BLACK
The jewelry I wear
The cars I drive
I AM BLACK
The down talk on me
The way I am judged
I AM BLACK
The times I was wrong
The times I was right
I AM BLACK
The mistakes I made
The path I chose
I AM BLACK
I was not a slave
But I know of slavery
I AM BLACK
The struggles I faced
The meals I missed
I AM BLACK
A high school drop out
And a street life mentality
I AM BLACK
I'm not a racist
But I am a survivor
I AM BLACK
I maybe ashamed of what I've done
But I am not ashamed of who I am
I AM BLACK
And I AM PROUD.

The sweet taste
Of the poe-like raven death;
Gently comforts mine
Every last breathe.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

I remember when we where kids,
We always played our silly games,
You'd cry,
And I'd comfort you

We played hide and seek,
And you would hide,
And I would seek,
And you'd always make yourself found

And I remember that promise,
That promise we promised not to forget
Do you still remember it,
That promise we made before I moved?

You whispered into my ear,
"Promise me,
promise me when we see each other later,
that we will get married and have kids?"

I whispered back into your ear,
"I promise"
That same day,
I moved out of town

I never saw you,
Nor you saw me,
And I remember,
I'd morn every night for you

I hoped I would see you again,
Even if it was only once
I cried and prayed for 5 years,
Hoping to see that beautiful face

Ten years later,
Yesterday,
I find you in Italy,
And we talked about an hour

There was a golden ring,
wrapped around your *******
You told me,
That you were married

Heartbroken,
Was I,
For that promise we made,
Ment nothing to you