"brendon" poems
Yesterday
I was just like you
I rose with the rising sun
I brought a smile to all those who passed by me
Alan spoke about my colour
Brendon was amazed at my arrangement
Claire wanted to touch me
Dorothy wanted her perfume with the fragrance I carried
Emily wanted to take me with her
Francis wanted to give me to his lady love,
I thought I was the most important being on earth
I thought everyone loved me
I thought I brought a smile to people's face.
But today,
Am no longer loved,
Alan just walked by
Brendon bothered not
Claire cared not
Dorothy drove past
Emily ensured the same as did
Francis.
Because,
Today
Am nothing more than a withered rose
With my strewn petals in the pathway
And that's right
Step on or sweep away
For
All you people
Might one day end up just like me!!!
- A Withered Yellow Rose.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
She sat on the pier,
Kicking her feet as they hung over the water;
Smiling,
Sarah looked at the sun setting
Oblivious
The young boy behind her.
Brendon,
His name,
Loved Sarah so.
But Sarah was off in her little world;
Unaware.
Smiling
Because she just didn't care.
Oblivious
To the
Obvious,
Sarah smiled as Brendon approached her,
A bright red blush blossomed on his cheeks,
He awkwardly sat beside her.
Formally normal,
He was a young kid
But after laying eyes upon her
Velvet lips,
And deep eyes
He knew that his Destiny
Lied
With her.
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 5:15 PM UTC
Over the years I've had a few tries
But it's not been a great success
Enthusiastic but lacking technique
Finishing up a bit of a mess
Now Brendon's out there, plying his trade
He's only twenty three
Done it at college, passed his grades
So he can do it properly
Earning the money, stashing away
To buy a place of his own
Sure he'll get there, for as they say
Where there's a will there will be a way
His girl is local, she does people's hair
He says in her head there's nothing but air
Calls her the missus, she's only eighteen
Like an old married couple to some they seem
She rides with him in his scruffy old van
She'd prefer a comfortable car
She wants to leave home as soon as she can
So likes to see him work hard
As the day ticks away we mardle
He knows an old flame of mine
I say yes, I know her quite well
But not seen her now for some time...
The grand design moves forward
We've had a laugh and a chat
All paid up, thanks for your help
In a month or so he'll be back
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 11:27 AM UTC
You know something happened
When every teacher walks into the hall
And a shared, scared glance sweeps across everyone
When your friend walks into the room and tells you
And the teacher brings you into a class of strangers
To tell you how much you mean to her.
You know something happened
When she starts crying and telling you
That she can't sugarcoat it even if she wanted to
And when you walk into your next class
And the room is silent
But the teacher didn't tell them to be.
And when there is a staff member at every corner
And when there is silence in the halls
And how you didn't even know him
But it makes you sad as well.
And how every stranger to walk in the building
Could feel the tension in the air
And how you turn the corner and see your youth pastor
And how you can't even tell your best friend how you feel
And how the silence shows you that through tragedy,
We are one.
And how the silence told me that we unite through feeling,
An unspoken feeling,
A silent tribute throughout the halls
Throughout the day.
And how you see the sadness, the tissues and hugs,
And how you wonder if that's how he felt
Before it happened
Before any of us felt this way
And you wonder if he felt this feeling
The beautiful high school quarterback
With everything seemingly perfect
And you wonder if he felt this way-
numb.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
While jaye threw to stephanie's house, shane was brainstorming a tropicana plan. jaye the Brendon Urie's toilet decided to go for a shipping. shane and his friend cat, a cumquat, met jaye at Texas. cat snatched jaye's a ball, his most prized possession. jaye BANGARANG, but shane just laughed and said, ""your mother"". shane and cat married away, leaving jaye stranded. jaye dropped to the ground and EEK CHUK BEEK BANG. He was very confuzzled.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
F is for Fall Out Boy, who saved rock and roll.
U is for Brendon Urie
N is for NO DONT MENTION MCR!
Here in our emo community.
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 11:36 AM UTC
Dear Brendon Urie
this impossible year your songs were the only thing that put vigor in my blood, and feeling in my limbs. Until we feel alright. In my darkest hours your songs made my skeleton want to dance, made it dance, it always danced to your music. Always forever I will dance to your music.
Dear Brendon Urie
I'm all dressed up and naked. A tiktok, that was all it was, innocently scrolling through tiktok with my friend (though one could argue with her feed it is never innocent), I saw it. Do you know when you have the dream that you're naked at school? This is a hundred fold worse. I was not naked, but something tore certainty from my body. The music that had help build be up burned my structure. You can set yourself on fire
Dear Brendon Urie
Girls love girls and boys. I came out as lesbain a few months ago. You gave me a space to explore that, you said ‘its ok to be queer’, then you punched me across the face. Homophobe was not usually even close to the row of adjectives I reserved for you but now it is.
Dear Brendon Urie
Just another LA Devotee. I thought for a second that tik tok was like voter fraud in Wisconsin, false claims made by uneducated people. Then the truth hits, no women lies about ****** harassment, no fan lies about your racist monologe at a concert, nobody lies about someone saying the n word, no one lies about you laughing at a ablelist joke. You are not as shiny as you appear. The glitter dancing on the skin. The decades might've washed it out.
Dear Brendon Urie
It's better to burn than to fade away. For years I have watched each of my heros burn
Dear J.K. Rowling,
Dear Gloria Steniem.
Every author I ever loved homophic.
Dear Kevin Clash
Dear Michael Jackson
Dear Bill Cosby
Every artist I every loved accused of pedophila
Dear lance armstrong
Dear basketball players
Every athlete I aspired to be like a drug used
Dear Bill Clinton
Every politican I admired accused of ****** assault
You have all proved to me that there are no heroes that there is no one to look up to.
I am sad more than angry, sad that you couldn’t be bothered to love the world as they love you.
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 7:52 AM UTC
(Dedicated to Jamie)
You’ll never know what you did for me,
You were much more than a friend;
You were the anchor that saved my life,
As the waves were crashing in.
As I was still recovering, from the loneliest life I’d know,
You formed a tight-knit family where I could love myself and grow;
I used to hate myself and couldn’t stand to be awake,
Until I found myself surrounded by the love that you’d create;
We were lost for different reasons just looking for some hope,
And then you brought us all together and gave us all a home.
- Brendon Shay Sawyer
(2023)
(I love you Jamie. We miss you. We will make you proud ❤️)
Mar 12, 2023
Mar 12, 2023 at 9:17 AM UTC
i looked at my hands closely,
pinching the skin covering bone and calling it fat.
looking in the mirror for over half an hour after i shower makes me want to disappear in my bed sheets again.
i stared at my open refrigerator only to pour myself a cup of lemon water,
calling my eating habits a "cleanse".
i put my hands up in defense every time my friends tried to feed me and endlessly offer me their food.
i don't want it.
i don't know what my goal is.
i want to feel okay in this skin.
i want my mom to take back every comment.
i want my little sister to think before she speaks when she's angry at me.
i want brendon, my first grade crush, to take back what he said to my face in second grade.
cause you see,
i remember it all.
i remember my mother calling me fat like it was a bad thing when my first grade thighs couldn't fit into my hannah montana jeans.
i remember brendon telling me he liked me until i started to get fat.
i remember every time my little sister has told me i have no friends and that everyone leaves me because i'm fat.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
Shout at the moon, my darling, and less at your heart,
For it not deserve the blame for any damage he’s caused;
Shout at the trees, as they stand tall and so strong,
And be jealous of them for that’s all that you want;
Shout at the pond, as rain sends ripples throughout,
Oh, I miss your smile—how long is this drought?
Shout at me, if you need,
And scream, if it helps;
Shout at whatever, my dear,
So long as it’s not at yourself.
- Brendon S. Sawyer
(2021)
Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 8:10 AM UTC
I just had a vision. 3 years from now, one late night at my university campus, I look out the window to see the moon.
I ask the moon to send a message from me to you saying,
"I love you and I miss you."
And I know that wherever you are, you'll look at the moon and hear my message. We'll spend the night having a conversation through the moon and I'll make a wish, just like Brendon Urie once said,
"Hey moon, please forget to fall down. Hey moon, don't you go down."
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC
The art of letting go, is not to step over te pain.
It's not to ignore your feelings, ignore the ache.
The art of letting go, is being able to let the pain in.
Let it overwhelm you, and afterwards take control.
Because the amazing Brendon Urie once said: "being blue, is better than being over it"
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
Dedicated to Derrick;
A Great Man, Brother, Son, and Friend
(9/29/1993 - 8/28/2018)
Fly, dear friend,
For you have earned the wings on your back,
Every ounce of the love you had, was the love you gave,
Fly, dear friend,
So beautiful, as you dance gracefully with the clouds,
For your shadow protects me from the fire of the sun,
Fly, dear friend,
Can you see? All of these people came for you,
The warm touch from your heart has sheltered us in this cold world,
Fly, dear friend,
I love you — I miss you; I’m happy you’re free,
Your voice and your laughter, I shan’t ever forget,
Fly, dear friend,
For you have earned those large wings,
Still, sometimes I wish that you never left me.
- Brendon S. Sawyer
(2019)
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
This kind of beautiful, I’ve never seen her wear,
For tonight, she glows of a hundred moonlights;
Pain has never looked so welcomed,
Screams have never sounded so melodic;
With each melody, I watch, as stray tears appear from the corner of her eyelids,
I can’t help but be mesmerized, as each one traces a path across her rosy cheeks;
I imagine them as dancers,
so elegant and choreographed;
These butterflies; I’ve never felt them before,
And my heart pounds like a bass drum on every beat;
Nothing can relax me,
Nor do I want it to;
She rings out one final harmony just before another is heard,
A quick turn bares the gift of my baby girl;
A slow and returned glance bares relief to my world,
Our three cries, synchronized — so beautifully merged;
As I lay with them both,
I feel completeness arrive;
For tonight, it is known that,
My world just gave me my life.
Brendon S. Sawyer
2019
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 10:05 AM UTC
“Oh darkness, my friend,
Oh darkness, you see;
Why can’t I transcend,
The darkness in me.”
“Oh my child, you fool,
Oh my child, you see;
I don’t mean to be cruel,
But what’s of that you speak?”
“Oh darkness, so strong,
Oh darkness, I plea;
This has gone for so long,
It’s time I’m set free.”
“Oh my child, calm down,
Oh my child, so meek;
Your mind is my playground,
Your tears are my beach.”
“I am ready for growth,
For my power’s divine;
I take back all control,
That you’ve had on my mind.”
“You don’t have to do this child?
Don’t leave me like this;
I swear that I’m not defiled,
Please close the abyss.”
“My head is so clear now,
Appreciation, anew;
So this is my farewell,
And I bid you adieu.”
“I’ll wait for the next time,
that you might need me again;
I am darkness — I’m always trying,
To pretend as your friend.”
Brendon S. Sawyer
(2019)
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 2:37 AM UTC
It’s been 217 days since he’s last seen the sun,
He awakens and wonders how the world looks today,
The familiar walk to his front door brings him no joy,
His house is unrecognizable to him now,
The only company he has now is himself,
The only voices he hears are his own,
He hates himself more and more,
He hates that this affects his family,
A wife, two kids; the pain they feel seeing him like this,
He opens his front door and walks to the end of his porch,
His house is surrounded by a forest of tall Redwoods,
He likes to think of them as bars to a jail cell,
Trapping him into the place where he stands,
He peers through the dense tree canopy, to learn if his nightmare would end,
**** he mumbles, as if someone could hear him,
There’s no one around, there’s nobody near him,
It’s been 217 days now since he’s last seen the sun,
Grey skies and fog, not the blue that once was,
Still, with no blue, he feels blue — can this be undone,
After all of this time, he’s lost his self-love,
The kids don’t really look at him the same since,
Though they still love him and he loves them,
They used to laugh together,
Now he hardly talks,
They used to dance together,
Now he hardly walks,
He hears shallow knocks, they’re quiet but loud,
A creak from the door will trigger more sound,
He sees his wife there, with concern in her eyes,
As she and the kids have to leave and say they’re goodbyes
- “Hey. I have to get the kids out of here until you’re better,” she says softly.
- “Please don’t leave,” he pleads.
- “This isn’t good for them. This isn’t good for any of us,” she explains.
- “I’m so sorry that this happened,” he says with a choked-up voice.
- “I know. Just get better,” she replies as her eyes begin to water.
- “I love you,” he tells her.
- She replies, “I love you too,” and slowly closes the door.
The pain he feels for the pain they feel just kills him inside,
Depression has stolen joy from his kids and his wife,
He screams as long as he can with no one to hear him,
Tears fall in masses, as he cries for his freedom,
He doesn’t deserve to fall victim like this,
He tries and he tries but can’t find a fix,
He’s lost himself, and it all happened so fast,
that he can’t seem to recall how it sounds when he laughs,
His energy, it seems, has just run empty again,
His eyes close to sleep, in hopes tomorrow’s the end,
He awakens and wonders how the world looks today,
It’s been 218 days since he’s last seen the sun.
Brendon S. Sawyer
2019
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC