Willie Bryant II

Willie Bryant II Dec 2013

Sometimes I say too much, and my hands tremble and my mind wanders, and I lose my place in the words I stored for you, and sometimes, it's not enough.

Sometimes I hide my fear in the spaces between my smiles and frowns hoping the rage doesn't come today, because sometimes, I wear my fear on my sleeve.

Sometimes I scream for answers, begging for the aching to subside but then I lose my footing, and accept that sometimes, the questions are enough.

Sometimes you make me smile, and for a moment, just for a moment, everything makes sense, though sometimes, I just don't know.

Sometimes I hope you love me and all my baggage that still hasn't been lost, no matter how many times I've taken flight and sometimes, I hope it doesn't show.

Sometimes I wring my damp thoughts onto paper and watch the lines bleed into the neutral space as though that's where they belong, sometimes I swallow them before they find their way out.

Sometimes I scream inside my head, because apparently, screaming out-loud makes people uncomfortable and afraid that you'll ask them for help. And sometimes, most times, I wish you would hear me.

Willie Bryant II Oct 2013

Fear Of Being In The Way

I fear that one day, in between your mouth and God's ears, you'll question if I'm all you hoped I would be.

I'll pace the floor, avoiding cracks that resemble your stares and try to patch up wounds, exposed since birth... I'll hope that you notice, maybe even ask why, but I know otherwise.

I fear, that on the days when the closest I come to smiling is that little twitch one gets from choking back tears, you won't accept the fact that happiness, is not a coat I wear on cold days.

Still a work in progress, feedback would be greatly appreciated! Peace, Love, and blessings to all! Extra for those who took the time to read this piece of my soul..

Willie Bryant II Sep 2013

Save Yourself, First

They told me once, of the power of self. I tossed those words around my head till a conclusion surfaced, shipwrecked, strewn across my seas.

When I asked you, aching in my speech, was it over, remember what you said? You cried, "I can't be what you need!" And in that very second I realized the only fleeting soul between us, was yours.

They told me that moment would come to pass and alas after my rose-colored lenses cracked, snapping me back into my being, there it was before me with the roar of their collective voices thundering in my mind shouting, "save yourself first!"

Willie Bryant II Sep 2013

Remnants Of You

I was once a lucid dream, gleaming in the eyes of your fiction. Now I cling to our remains, remaining scarred.

I am aware, that you no longer love me, but are you aware of the weight those words placed on my lungs,
stealing my breath, threatening my life?

Far be it to shout from roof tops and rejoice in my need to devour your affection, as if it were my last meal, because I never believed in fairy-tales.

See, I am aware, you've moved on. But are you aware of the trail of destruction I've left, mowing through the odds and ends searching for remnants, of you?

Willie Bryant II Sep 2013

And I Felt Nothing

I felt like a black rose, trampled beneath the gravel of the world, oxygen cut off, vines suffocating. Fear in my heart of the last step, and then I felt nothing.

Willie Bryant II Sep 2013

Flee, Just Not Yet

I just want to escape, flee these street lights of a borrowed city I could never call "Home" and lose myself once more in the trap of searching. Fate leaning on mislead dreams could only hope to be more serene... Nevertheless be patient, I may let you dwell in my existence for a while longer. If only to feel content that much longer, haunted by the nightmare of my proverbs never being more than soliloquies.

Willie Bryant II Sep 2013

Letting Go

"If you can handle the truth... I'll tell you everything you want to know" I trembled as those cold words tumbled from her lips like ice from a shattered glass. Then I struggled to speak, grasped the air for arguments that I'd held onto for this very moment. But all I found was a sharp pain in my chest, reminiscent of the one she left as a goodbye.