"brightside" poems
Im cold
no one knows me
not even myself
Im tired of living with no self-help
Oh hell
Oh well
Guess this fights over
i hear the ringing of a bell
In time
in my own eyes im blind
cant seem to find
my way out of this mess
so much stress
just to impress
Impress who you ask
Matter fact
i dont know that
but all these suicidal tendencies
Someone put an end to me
I feel like i should be quoting Macbeth's final solilquoy
Life is but a wandering shadow
Goes nowhere
like i care
And all our yesterdays have lighted
fools the way to dusty death
Now stop it for a minute
let me catch my breath
Foe his final line
so i may go in depth
Life is told by an idiot
full of events
signifying nothing
so why repent
and now i truly question
can time be well spent?
Just let me lament
Few good times
adn many bad
all sad
i start to get mad
I start thinking
even if i did look
on the brightside id probably go blind
no lie
i bought a suit to meet god
so let me straighten the tie
my final words to you
goodbye
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
We are thinkers
They are dreamers
We are quiet
They are loud
We see hard times
They look past them
What we see isnt permenant
What they see will outlast them
While we are thinking
They are doing
while we are listening in
They are speaking out
We talk in a whisper
They always shout
We try to look on the brightside
Yet we go blind
They stare a the sun
and seem to be fine
We think we know all
They admit they know nothing
Weve done nothing at all
But these fools were good for something
We saw ourselves as smarter
But come to realize
these fools truly grasp
what matters in life
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 10:25 PM UTC
I live in a land of three stars and a sun
The pearl of the orient, surrounded with sands
A country for years have been independent
Back from the invasions, where history's ancient
With a government tainted with corruption and greed
The beauty has been stripped off leaving our country to bleed
Suffering from apathy, puberty and dread
The people's revolting for their cries never heard
Looking at the Brightside, it is the people that is ugly
Staining the pride of the country with deeds that are unpretty
Beyond that, the pearl still shines with all its glory
That someday will be known for its natural beauty
I am a man who live in a land of three stars and a sun
Red, white, blue and yellow designed the flag of my clan
I'll wave it with valor, the courage for the right I've done
With love and honor here I am born and die where I stand
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:22 AM UTC
What's there to say when
your two best friends die a
day apart?
Greg died crossing the street,
smacked by a minivan.
Tibbs, from some strange
brain quirk.
I did C.P.R to no avail.
They're both gone.
They sailed away.
Gone like the last
spider of *****
Gone like the songs we
sang together.
Sometimes
I still look for you two.
I turn corners and I half
expect to see one of you.
So ******* alive one minute,
so dead the next.
Both of them
fathers,
friends, and men
of valor.
Iowa City is a
******** place without you.
If there's a Brightside,
it's a brutal winter
and you don't have to
suffer through it.
I hope death is treating
you warm and well.
Your hell was
here.
Struggling for that
drink;
to be okay- to get that click,
to carry on, one more
grueling day.
It's over now.
You're gone.
Gone like the last Dodo bird;
gone like your impish smiles.
Gone like the miles we
trod with bags full of
aluminum nickels.
Words can't express the
mess
I am without the two
of you.
I know I'll see you again,
out there beyond the
purple horizon.
#friendship #death
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 4:34 PM UTC
Mr brightside come back to make me smile,
I haven't seen you for a long time it's been a lengthy while.
Come light me up with your sunshine like the days when I felt free,
sitting by the river reading books under my favorite tree.
Mr brightside shine your warm light brightly,
lift this darkened mood even if it's just slightly.
Give me strength and courage to lift me from this state,
take away the sadness don't let me feel such hate.
Mr Brightside please save me from this torment,
let me live my life so i can appreciate the moment.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
A six pack of Guinness to help me be whole again,
But once I sober up, I'll just be a lost soul again,
Few women in my heart, and none within my sight
And they'll be going out so we'll all get ****** tonight
As for me ya see, I'll just drink myself silly
For I must **** these brain cells, before they **** me
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
Kiss me to "Mr. Brightside"
with that same sense of yearning--
It came on in the gas station
at 1:00 AM
and I thought of us
locking moist lips
in a desperate embrace
slipping on the slick tile floor
and knocking over the candy boxes
smashing into the frozen glass
and spilling peach tea
all over us--
that guitar riff is weeping with lust
and I am
insatiable.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
Almost every night, I cry myself to sleep. I got told to go see the doctor today, he'll give you anti-depression meds. I told her I'll get through this myself. My uncle John came by today, he came to see if I'm alright, guess he knew. Uncle John was the second person I rejected about talking. I've been forced into a closet till I was 18, now its hard to talk about my feelings and all that. But look on the brightside I'm shutting them out. I stay up late at night thinking, its hard to go to sleep when I'm sober, or a bit burnt out. Everyday is a new day I have that written down on a note to remind myself why I'm still alive.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
You just silenced the joker in me,
The brightside to any occasion,
The light to the dark just had a shadow pass over it.
You numbed my very being.
The world isn't what I thought it was,
This life isn't the life I know;
It just betrayed me,
Took the trust out from under me,
Now I look at it and wonder.
Life is not the same,
Now I see it all in a different light,
A criminal rather than a friend;
A two-faced, deceitful liar.
Now I look at life and question its beauty,
Its love,
And its purpose.
*I want to protect you,
Hold you,
Shield you from all the monsters out there.
I wasn't there for you that night,
But I will be watching,
And life's sweet treats won't fool me anymore*
Oct 28, 2011
Oct 28, 2011 at 11:25 PM UTC
Jealousy.
As in the way you stay up late
texting her
not
me.
Or how we used to talk
every day.
Now you talk
with
her.
I told myself not to get
attached.
I told
myself,
People
Aren't
Permanent.
But I
failed to listen
to myself
again.
This time
you win.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
Jealousy is calling Mrs. Brightside to a dark moon.
Werewolf howls: some lost girl, lonely,
Wanting only to be loved.
Let me scream for she is lost. ‘Cause
never found outside, in cold, damp rooms;
Body tossing,
Sweat staining the sheets,
Soaking the pillows
She cries...
Just to be heard,
Just so she might breathe.
Cry for Her...
Lost Innocence.
Purity forgotten can never be expressed,
Only bottled up,
Distilled,
Filled to the brim to be poured out then thrown
To the ocean-
Awaiting time may bring beach glass,
Smoothed rough and shattered softened-
In hopes of sparkling some distant shore.
But to belie Her: these empty vessels;
Silhouettes among a crowd of unfamiliar faces
Identically backlit by the sun-Vivid Death-
Setting,
Turned westward,
Watching an amber light’s slow fade-
Crimson turqouise violet splendor-
To black.
Let me scream for You.
Let me scream,
For you are lost.
Let me scream for your lost cause;
I will scream forever,
And forever
let me pray for you in silence
And speak soft down whispers into the depth of vacant ears
Well-known strangers wandering empty streets,
Lighting sidewalks and store windows as they pass
-Sometimes-
Waking cold sweat screaming through darkness;
Tears for Bright Dreams-
Now only Lost Causes.
And the day begins to break.
The lights go out.-
She cries, “Go out”-
Extinguishes.
My freedom’s lost.
My innocence wanes.
She cries.
Ransoms collected.
I lay silent…
She cries.
Screaming,
She cries.
Silently
I cry,
And you begin to fade away.
Jan 18, 2010
Jan 18, 2010 at 10:01 AM UTC
songs;
smells;
seasons;
bring back memories
of a meaningful time
too young and naive;
clueless but careless
grow older and curious
the wonders of love,
and friendship
i see and smile
fall deep in love
and chase desires
i made mistakes
i regret
avoid sadness
look on the brightside
in love again
and again and again
be happy
laugh
smile
grow older
have dreams
plan goals
i made choices;
despised decisions
i lived;
i made;
i reminisced;
memories
bring back moments,
feelings; happiness, sadness, anger, pride
and i cry
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 8:25 PM UTC
This is for all the boys and girls.
You, yes you know who you are, the ones who go through hell.
Who go through hell day after day and yet are still breathing.
How do you do it?
Well, you do what I do. You fight.
You fight until your knees give out, and then you keep fighting.
It's like we all carry first class gold memberships to Hell.
We're first on the guest list.
God, how are our feet still there after walking through Hell so many times?
How are our eyebrows not singed from the burn?
How are we not dead yet?
Why do we keep fighting for a cause we know that we won't receive?
We won't win?
We won't reach?
The cause we wake up every morning sad about because we don't have it.
The relationship we long for, the happiness we wish to attain, the imaginary world called sanity we wish to discover.
Why can't we have what we want?
Why do we suffer?
Well, I'll tell you why.
And I know from experience.
We can't win because we are the only brave and true fighters left.
If we weren't fighting, there would be no one fighting.
We'd all have what we wanted.
But that's not how the world works, the world needs to have a battle.
Which requires fighters.
Which means us.
The ones who go through Hell like it's our path to the bathroom.
We have to fight the battle.
Even though we didn't sign up in the first place.
We're the ones that wish for what we want.
We make the 11:11 wishes, we pray, we long for, heck, we even follow those stupid things on Facebook that say "Make a wish, count to one hundred, blink twenty times, and repost this and your wish will come true, but if you don't repost this you'll never get your wish."
Well, I guess I have to stop reading that, or at least start reposting.
My wishes never come true from doing that but at least I believe enough to do it.
Believing is what keeps me going.
It's what keeps us all going.
It's the pillow to lay our heads on after a long day of battle.
It's the Nutella(R) to indulge ourselves in when we feel sad, happy, lazy, or even if it's a sweatpants and t-shirt kind-of-day.
It's the last bit of gas in the tank that gets us to the next gas station instead of breaking down on the interstate.
It's the denial in some, but it's the blood in me.
Because I'm more than just a body of blood and bones, and so are you.
You're a believer too.
So fight for your goal.
Reach for it.
Shoot for it.
Repost the Facebook statuses to make it come true.
It doesn't make you a bad person.
We all have our weaknesses, we all have our flaws.
Heck, even on my best days my evil ways still show.
But I don't worry about that.
Because I leave the mystery of me open to the world's interpretation.
And you should to.
Because at the end of the day, you'll never finish the battle you wage with the world.
So never, ever give up.
Even when you're breath is gone and your blood has poured, keep going.
Because in the end, we'll get that dream car we want.
We'll get that perfect job.
The great Hercules-like body.
The relationship we try so hard for.
We'll finally receive the true meaning of what it means to believe.
And when we get that my friends.
Our battle will be over.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
Trapped.
Hurt.
Locked Up.
Only If I Can Escape My Mind.
And Speak Up.
Thoughts I Can‘t Bare.
Hate My Own Guts.
Guiltiness.
Sorriness.
Day‘s I Wished That Never Happened.
People I Wished That Were Never On This Earth.
I Just Want To Dig A Hole And Never Come Out.
Nothing But Emptiness.
Rusty Mind.
Dull days.
Cold Heart.
Hopeless.
People.
I‘m Going ******* Insane Staying Away.
Try Atleast Look On The Brightside.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
Your face burns a hole in the night
singeing my dreams, visions, bed-covers
Restless Spirit,
holding the moon as my lantern
I star-walk through a vortex
of planets, celestial and terrestrial realms
in search of You...
the Brighter half
of me
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
Just listen around and you’ll hear the sound,
Of human suffering.
As the shadows start closing in,
The bird lies as he sings.
Broken pens and ugly ends,
And one who’s too far away.
Try to show the brightside,
But ignore the very things you say.
Horrors are real. Tell me what you feel.
Whisper what you fear.
Use those that care. Release the scare.
Cry another black tear.
Wipe it from your face. Do you want some space?
Drain disease from your skin.
One detests the father,
While another misses him.
Crooked spines and twisted minds,
And miles of open sea.
Stress and fear and anger,
Stop us from being who we want to be.
Being alone, I have not grown,
From what wounded me in the past.
The others have changed their landscape,
But pain can adapt fast.
Horrors are real. Tell me what you feel.
Whisper what you fear.
Use those that care. Release the scare.
Cry another black tear.
But we must push on.
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 12:35 AM UTC
Anniversary of temporal lobe surgery
It's hard to put in my past
When it changed who I am
I pray it's result will forever last
Sometimes I miss
The Wendy that I used to be
Her memory was better
And she was a bit different than me
It's not that I do not understand
Or I want to rewind time to let
It be the way it used to be
Brightside is
I now comprehend
He is GRAND
His Son died for me
I know it does not take
Temporal lobe surgery for some
To reach the realization
God knew I needed much
Motivation
He has given me love
All through my childhood
But like the prodigal son
I was always on the run
Now I am back home
Back with my Father
Blessing was, He was with me
All along
So my memory is not so great
And I have a scar upon my skull
A reminder of what Jesus
Sacrificed for me
When I get to heaven
I will once again be
Whole
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PSALM 119:67
Before I was afflicted I went astray, but now I obey your word.
PSALM 119:71
It was good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn your decrees.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 7:47 AM UTC
I understand pain can be found worldwide,
And pain can teach us things in life that can be applied,
To love and relationships alongside,
The fact that she has me feeling like Mr. Brightside,
What's the lesson I'm supposed to learn here,
To be strong, secure, solid, stable, and preserver,
I would rather trash feelings and disappear,
Getting right up and out of this putrid atmosphere,
Kiss me when you're high, love me when you're sober,
Reject me when you're sober, then crap, it's all over,
I can't portray reality like Donald Glover,
And I can't make you feel better in this month of October,
Getting with you would be like finding a four-leaf clover,
But I'll continue writing until I get a lot older.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
It couldn't possibly be so drastically simple to figure out it was blue,
even when at the tip of my tongue laid the words **** you."
Even more so is that I can't stand my strength,
even when I can hold up or can't even understand my sanity's length.
This scream that deepens in my throat every day I feel growing colder,
it jabs at my lips waiting to be set free and set everything a solder.
On the brightside my sanity has escaped my eyes,
and turn into something that you couldn't even recognize.
My voice has slipped out of my ear,
and all I can hear are the voices of the morals of my fear.
My thoughts have become somewhat of a sin,
they were never nice to me anyways before that end.
I could never so calmly say "I love you." to anyone anymore,
with so much ******** that you have injected in to my life forevermore.
It becomes so hard to breathe,
from all this disease.
I can't even speak that is just kills me,
even when I mouth the words "Flee.".
Even with your dismay from the shattered skies,
it just seems to fade and fall away from all of your lies.
A hopeless dream comes true and burns in hell,
it is just another of heaven to sell.
So rip out another pitiful excuse you son of a *****
I'm not scared of you and neither is my killing itch.
Drenched in this aching of hatred,
Sorrow was my deal that was just sacred.
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 4:03 PM UTC
Not a smile every day person
Always trying to look on the brightside even if there isn't one
Turning my pain into words
A lot of hatred toward my biological family
Shy
Helpful with my family and friends
Angry at the world
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 5:55 PM UTC
I'm wrapped around your fingers.
Your fingers are wrapped around my neck.
Choking the life out of me.
Breath by fading breath.
The Killers playing in the background.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC
By distance, by the stance,
by every cheeky glance,
every small yet wonderful dance,
every movement of the hands,
every mistake,
by all the chances I got
and were yours to take
we will know if though or not
the picture has place left
to stretch out into.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
listening to mr brightside feeling really tired
what can i do when we’re falling apart at the seams
again? with loud sighs, collapsing into beds. rag dolls
dancing, in fading yellow light. lying in the dark,
staring at our reflections
in black windows, what are we
coming to. it’ll be okay as long as—in your eyes: me,
in my hands: you. are we just pretending we don’t feel lonely?
i;m scared. you took your needle and your thread and you put it through
my little finger, ‘pinkie promise’ you whispered
ghost from a future nightmare, i’m faithful to you.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC