"brung" poems
Righteous men cannot rest
Cannot laugh in light no more
Burdened by that shameful crest
Who yielded from the corps
The spy for two sides
With two separate cause
And even now he is uncertain
Who’s spy he really was
He wished they’d heed
To what he feared
But none so deaf
As men who won’t hear
Shut upon himself
Sowing not upon harm
Though for simple whiles
For lost kisses and smiles
He layed his weapon to arms
Though never to learn
Their power burned
Forgetting the peace he brung
Be thy sleep
Calm and deep
Such weight on a mind so young
Innocent hands
Spread like disease
Though the resting land
Was put at ease
Tragedy not heard
With each bellow and wail
Though through this sight
Peace did prevail
And with this night
His strife began
No longer a child
Though no longer a man
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
He lays there and dies
No one cries
or asks god why
no one lies about
the good he has done
the joy he brung
the songs he sung
In fact many consider him to be
a lost cause
so why pause
our daily lives
for the end of his
the end of a life of sin
He has no family or friends
to watch over him
as they lower him
six feet deeper than he was before
So heres to a life
we hope to forget
to dismiss
one full of regrets
and lost innocence
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 11:47 PM UTC
moon light shined off the irisis of her eyes,
creating the tides,
she brung in the waves
that once use to wash up upon your heart;
soaking up the sea foam
from within your veins,
the esquisite lining
around every tear drop
that had fallen into the ocean,
reached your soul;
they cried out, the pain,
the heart ache, the sorrow,
you felt it, you felt it all;
you then knew,
she was apart of you, again
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
the base drum beats
bump... bump... bump... bump... bump...
the base guitar plays one note
brung... brung... brung... brung... brung...
the rhythm guitar strums one chord
strum... strum... strum... strum... strum...
Then the lead guitarist rings out in epic
greatness, as the lights turn up
you see him ripping up the guitar with his fingers everywhere at once
playing a great solo
moving across the stage
curly hair all over
breathing hard.
the Singer starts his song
clear but unique
no other singer could sing like he
but it's not the reason I love AC/DC
it is because of the guitarist
ANGUS YOUNG!
a inspiration above many!
Apr 24, 2010
Apr 24, 2010 at 12:49 PM UTC
The old man sat in the darkness
Taking in what he could see
He smiled, although slyly
And he leaned in close to me
He said the air is different
You can taste it here abouts
Listen close to what's around you
The air is different...there's no doubt
I didn't understand him
He spoke in concepts, not in words
He talked of feeling the emotions
Of people running 'round in herds
He said, I've been here sixty years now
Seen people come and people go
I used to be the barkeep
But, then that's something that you know
I've seen Elvis and The Beatles
Seen Presidents and Kings
I've seen hearts torn all asunder
And the pain that a war brings
I saw Kennedy on that TV
That, one behind your head
I watched him drive on straight through Dallas
And moments later he was dead
This place was just dead silent
On the day that that man died
And hand to god I'll tell you
I was all torn up inside
I saw soldiers in that Vietnam
Fighting for what? I don't know
I saw them on that TV there
I watched them lining up to go
I saw them having rally's
Taunting those who had the guns
I saw them bringing back the caskets
Of the now dead, teenage sons
That TV showed me lots of stuff
It never strayed far from the news
It always shows the Tigers game
I turn it up to hear the boos
I saw King and Bobby on that set
Taken way to young
God, it would have been a different world
To see what things they might have brung
I sat back and I listened
The old man, went on a while
He waved two fingers skyward
And said, two more beers ...with his smile
My life has been a good one
I've been alone, except for here
I watch the outside on that set
It was then, we got our beer
I remember back when Elvis died
He was the best back in the day
But, me I liked Sinatra
Dean Martin, Bob and Ray
There was folks in here all crying
singing songs, and holding hands
on various occassions
from Lennons death, to Bobby Sands
I never really took part
In the lives of those who came
To spend their time here with me
I only knew a few by name
My job was just to serve them
Not to be their new best friend
I guess that's why I sit here still
Watching, waiting for the end
That set has shown me good and bad
That one, behind your head
It hasn't worked for fifteen years
We got a new one in instead
It's there as a reminder
more to me, than those still here
That life is for the living
And I'm alive while I am here
He rose and turned back to me
Said, it's time for us to close
I'll be back again tomorrow
To watch more highs and maybe lows
I watched the old man shuffle
To his room, and to his bed
Past the TV he saw life on
On the wall behind my head.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
Someone told me to play a beauitful song on the harp.
Someone told me to listen with my ears as it brung me tears, I though about all the times I felt robbed for my will.
Still at that moment I played that harp only to get the just out of it.
Wow went my soul as my heart turned into mush.
Play a harp, Play it till you can't anymore. Maybe someonw will notice you.
Is it a talent or just a passion!
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 9:48 PM UTC
Morning everyone sitting on this throne looking at the terror brung
a sorrow tune sung constantly.
Loose change and hollow tips followed by human brains
left on concrete a crime scene, caution tape are we too late for change?
We all walk along shallow ice
below is the earths core melting the elements of life.
Followed by vultures picking at an abandoned corpse,
splatterd in all sorts
another age being split short.
They say we are in a age of experiments
well our science fair is being polluted by ignorance.
People become cold blooded from first checks and silhouettes
the material things frying our minds like croquettes.
Are we something mixed gone wrong
did mad scientist just plan to put boy shorts false ***** and thongs?
to keep our eyes blinded by *** appeal and drugs are just as unreal
Please wake me up did I forget to set my alarm.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Don't let your food get cold in these cold days,
Not what my mom told me or anyone in my family
For that matter,
I'm in my right mind I don't really need a therapist,
Working on a hypothesis to be an ignorant *****
Trying to make people hate me with false accusations which,
Won't do good for you in the long run for your life is in abyss,
Intentions were cruel, the world is so doomed,
Laughing at us,
Worry about you and whoever else is around because,
In midst of darkness knowing you could make it special (special)
You could make it special (special),
You could make it special (special),
Won't be no wealth collected,
We'll be poor and defenceless,
Be careful who you keep close to you with this independence,
My family never listens to me , now here comes the end and,
Don't make me say I told you so in utter hopes to really hope
That we could make it out alive due to your petty ignorance,
Free thinker , Glad To Say I'm Very Gifted,
In The Center Of Wickedness , You Could Make It Special,
Knowing God Is The King Yeah He Could Make It Special....
You could make it special (special).....
Keep Your Faith By Your side And You Could Make It Special,
There's No Fear In Your Eyes If You Believe You're Special.....
You could make it special (special),
While You Rappers rocking Jesus pieces,
We'll be turned to pieces leaking from the depth of being
Deceived by a demonic doubtful reason that you've brung
Upon us hoping this would control a population of people unaware
Of what you got going on,
Very strong, who you leaning on,
Is it true protectors,
Having a wall built around us so we can't fly with feathers,
What kind of vision is this,
We can not condone in this,
The tapestry is off a little bit of this idealist,
Are there just ******* pessimists?,
Trying to see you fall down like peasants you're meant to be,
Learning all the secrets and plans of the enemy,
Words alone remind you of the world that it needs to be,
Bad intentions is where the road to hell is paid usually,
A good friend taught me that in a state of being consciously,
Aware of everything and anything that comes around me,
Glad to say we're Gifted, this is not the end of you and me,
In The Center Of Wickedness , You Could Make It Special,
Knowing God Is The King Yeah He Could Make It Special....
You could make it special (special).....
Keep Your Faith By Your side And You Could Make It Special,
There's No Fear In Your Eyes If You Believe You're Special.....
You could make it special (special).
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
My laid back in the back seat
This is all she
A small town woman like me
She sticks to me
Solid untouchable
With a tangible touch
See and read into my mind
Meditating on a combustion gust
Spiraling down the knowledge grove
Wanting peace, love and improve
Mention unity
Brung upon nature
Distracted by our rollercoaster
Wrapped warmth snuggly memories
Peace, time and the ability to give everything
Missing words of you n me
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
We're being faked out,taken out,shaken down, by skulduggery so rife in London town,and we wait for it,salivate for it,cant get enough of it, we even pray for it.
Lubricated,down the pan and flushed away by 'the man',ending up or bending down,it's all the same to London town.
Don't try to tell me,that this is right,or we should bite the bullet and accept our lot,it's a dot on the card when life is so hard that we have to stand and fight.
The 'establishment' might not like us
but those ******** in their close knit groups,storm troop us every day and take away our pride,chide us,ride us,grind us down,remould us,reminding us how cold it is when we can't afford to pay for heat
don't let them beat you,defeat you,cheat you 'cause we'll get through
and do them down.
Life is like that,
London town,it's krap
It's going to snap
to fall apart
the streets will rise,the building's fall and down at Mansion house they'll call us ****
well, that don't hurt a bit
Let them **** on caviar and sip sauvignon at the trough, while poor men cough their lungs up,
brung up,wrung out,strung up and finally thrown down,
why would anyone want to live and try,have children who die in
London town?
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
Cue upon the shore, through the heaving,
The pull might contrive the sediment;
What subject a mere iota might have strung?
‘Twas a hist upon some certain shut.
What course might have momentum brung about?
The dust through the maneuvers or
The time through the slip of a tongue.
What course might have held that time?
May be a hiss that slithers through the waves,
Or might have been a whirlwind of an abdominal clime;
Man must, therefore, certainly thrive(!)
What hardy keeps might be hither to chime?
Therefore, a man tolerates the bearing
Of an unfathomable crime
Through
Assuming
That
Some
Can
Still
Be
Alive.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 7:50 AM UTC
Cancer of the lung
will, surely, be brung
unto this body,
caused by such shoddy
decisions to smoke.
Ay - as I do choke:
I seemingly know
how I will leave, go,
away from this world.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
there is a medium of loneliness
where I find you on sulken days
damp like thin paper
subdued in hues
your eyes run down my paintings
like a oil spill engraved on the face of the universe
morbidly beautiful I cast you on my bewildered
kite
I stare up at you
with shattered eyes
I reach for you like barren agony
and you come down to me
we meet in our empty land
we prance it like skipping heart beats
we cut it open like red meat
while the rest of the world is beneath our feet
we retreat
into forelorn seclusion
the place we loved after all the defeat
and to myself I repeat
and I repeat
how are you so stunning
that you casted my fixed gaze from the stars
brung my world to a standstill and everything
I held onto now falls
when I hear the beckoning of your gazes call
and I know that love though dark and endless
beautiful and agless
exsists after all
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 10:42 PM UTC
Unamed princess
from a far set up parish
cup my hand into
your's again please
Let the willows I imagine
now whistle gently the tune
of my dreams
long gone.
Ask the child suppressed in you
if the lives we live here
are what we at that time
found true ?
We both think
we probably could speak out an answer
but in the end
we know well grow and regret just the same.
Your dress is tight, your smile is bright
just everything in this light seems right
Yet I'm getting worried more and more
that pleasures close some doors.
What are we chasing after
is it happiness, is it pleasure
maybe serenity or an epic treasure
The thing is
nowone really knows
not even the priest,
bless him,
For if Peter exists he surely
highlight these names of peace.
I somehow wish
to spit these thoughts
right out my tumoring brain
and cleanse the
real felt pain.
I grab you by the neck now
your wonderful dress
pressed under my feet and
the park's green grass
as pin does over a bug.
I take you here, in the middle
of the park tucking it all down
you frown as I push the gown too
Now it faces me
I can clearly see a thing.
Are we promised anything ?
Are human beings just ******
old animals bright and clever
enough to know sister from lover
enemy from brother
winter from summer
marmalade from butter ?
Animals do not worship
they don't create republics nor kingships
Even though they
were here first.
Evolution has changed their face
and the length if their tails
that's it, but here we all are
Only ten million Years counting
and already we fight
over who really is god's son
Like a ***** deep inside
its hole like any human on a beach
in the middle of a night.
I can sense things hugging
around me dripping smooth
transparent curtains of
cosmic covers
We both think we probably
could speak out an answer,
to the questions left to decipher.
But in the end we will probably
forget the problems brung up
by today's day and age
And since we will,
like everyone else;
it surely musn't have
been that important.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
Yesterdays hold little meaning
Yesterdays have lack of dreaming
Yesterdays are in the past
But yesterday is all we have
In yesterday you help my hand
Yesterday you loved this
Today has only brung me pain
Today is not the day for me
In yesterday we were in love
Yesterday had an us
But yesterday is long gone
Yesterday could be our song
If there were words for yesterday
Thoes words would be you and me
If only yesterday was on repeat
Though yesterday lives inside of me
I wish on yesterday could be relived
I wish today all the best
Today hold heartbreak
It holds pain
Today is the begining of the end of me
By;
Breannah Cross
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
You don’t understand,
To me losing my faith,
Is like cutting off my right hand.
You don’t discriminate against,
Gender, race or inquisition,
But you judge me for my religion?
You take my words,
Then twist them with your ignorant tongue,
Like I am some sort of disease that rats have brung.
And condemn me to being an idiot,
Like you’re not a ******
For refusing to accept my beliefs.
No matter how much you judge me,
No matter how strong you hate,
You will never stop me believing,
Because your opinion is weak compared to my faith.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
I feel you
the way
I feel the blood coursing through my veins
I feel you
the way I feel my very soul
breathing in me always
until I take my last breathe
I am horrified
with you
I am explicitly terrified with
the thought of how you said my name
I will
always
remember you, as I remember the days when I was small
meager and did not yet understand what the world brung forth
I remember you as I remember the horrific acts which molded me
to be who I am today
I will always remember you that way
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:41 PM UTC
i have realized i can't stand being touched.
not after him.
i crave the warmth of another soul,
but i flinch, i shrink, dread settling in.
breaths ragged like the flowers
i once placed in his hair.
a scream claws at my throat,
i can't stand to be here.
release me from his phantom jaws,
let me force life back into my lungs.
his behavior never gave him pause,
i can't stand to see what he has brung.
i need to be held, to be warm.
to be safe and nestled by your form.
so please be patient, and never ask why
i cry when you graze my scars
with nothing but something truly kind.
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 9:51 PM UTC
I found it !
Betchu , you don't even know about it.
I bet it hurts, but it's gone hurt much more - as we go deep into the future person!
I don't think you deserve your title !
Simultaneously I think you do.
This thing I found - I don't think I was supposed to find this proof.!
I thought I needed confirmation from death - and look who brung it to me.
They say mental problems are something that's inherited.
I thought that was overrated - this paper shows me something different, its too ****** vivid.
It's like a nightmare , that I'm embracing .
Running from the devil , then get trapped in a corner - just to face him.
I don't think this was meant for me - ok but if it was.
Who can I run to for help - when it was you that I trust?
How can I trust you - when you ain't got no confidence yourself?
And you never said that - honestly I never thought , I wouldn't be in need of your help.
Instead you're the one crying out for closure.
I knew the feeling was off that day when I woke up.
I didn't pay any attention - I left , I thought there was something in the world that I was missing.
I knew that feeling was off , I come back a few hours later - to a cut on your arm?!
Wow , this **** so ****** hard to believe - I look down and see a letter, covered in red.?!
Honestly I think god for sparing your life and many others that would've been affected - I would've been mentally dead.
However , now - scenarios keep consuming my head .!
All the " what if's" and the "why the f*** did you do this".!
Still as hardened cement - not one single sound, escaped from my lips.
Person you're a coward - I can't ****** believe you .
I'm no better , I guess you can say we're both getting mentally strangled by life's chain.
So who's stronger - I always wanted to do it , but never had the courage - you did it but didn't get submerged in the red rain.
I guess it's better to stop running and just embrace the pain .
I'm numb , this feeling - honestly isn't like any other !!
I found your sui-cide letter mother...
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
you brung order out of chaos
welcome to the land of oz
I am the great and powerful
Pay no attention to the fools
I create lightning from fingertips
I create stars from magick
I've been fighting the good fight
The end shall not be tragic
This is the ode
To the one who never shows
Unless you know the code
And then you can know
You may call it darkness
I just call it mystery
We all go down in the same ship
It's been forever our history
You may call it deception
Maybe your eyes are wide shut
brought on by the correction
Of the power hungry glut
This is the ode
To the one who never shows
Unless you know the code
And then you can know
It's been this way for so long
We keep on singing the same old song
The one that never seems to end
I hope someday they lose and we win
calling forth to the one I can't ignore
To the lands of enchantment I go explore
I love him so deeply and forever will adore
No reason to decieve he knocks at the door
This is the ode
To the one who never shows
Unless you know the code
And then you can know
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 7:48 AM UTC
The plant, ego, beauty, and journey
Nothing is trapped, nothing is free, all is learning
Soul flamed by the fuel, though not burning
It shall continue hurting
It shall continue to hurt only through your perception
A link between mind and soul much?
A link between a design, Lord, and such
Grazing upon the gentle terrain
Leading upon unique worlds
Feeding upon love and hate
Moving only on mere fate
One has found his mate
One has found himself
One has found pain
All have lead a journey
Moving towards one another, they meet
Beauty herself sings
Soul and ego brings peace
Plant has brung strength
Love, peace, and strength
It's as the if the journey were complete
It is far from the end
Has it even begun?
It merely stays
With a purpose
Three moving within one reaches a surface
Nirvana perhaps?
No, very far from
Peace, yes
Wisdom and knowledge were gained
Though, how can they be gained if the two were there?
This is only a mere meet
As we have returned to the next set of keys
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
I finally found the love you were sending
As my heart relaxed in the hot waters of passion..
Bending cold steel into blobs of fantastic and beautiful mind blending..
Into one another..like a song
Sung in old days....
Where Love was truly known and blind lust was forever old
Withered to it's needed resting place
With the legend's voices of yesteryear making pages in yearbooks fold.
The pictures in our past are cherished and placed in the walls of the heart's gallery.
Do you see such?
In the heart of your other?
Do you hear the sweet song sung..
A beautiful love song that your true feelings brung
Into a "togetherness" that filled a once empty heart
Placing the true trophy on the Soul's mantle...
The memories...
Our future......
that only true and dear fused hearts mend
Cold and tear drops of a heart ... a teared up cloth...
A tapestry now woven from the parts of each loving trend
One other's souls, forever, to never fall to part
in lustful ignorance that needed to be put out...
A flame..... that burnt our souls to be taken apart.....
Stronger than steel
Colder than ice
Our souls
True love
One force
That is the "us" that had drawn us together,forever,right from the start.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
Little angle in my arms
Crying tears
Brung up from harm
Soiled by fears
Eyes are wide
Duck beneath the shattering glass
No where to hide
As he massacres the class
God was weeping today
Evil had sprung across his soul
Not long to stay
But it had took its toll
The end is near
I can feel it in the air
It's close enough to hear
I can feel it there
I close my eyes and wait
There's no way out
We cannot escape our fate
I will go out
To the sound of an orchestras roar
Once last silent tear
I will open deaths door
Without fear
I will be reborn again
So long farewell
I'll wait for you there
When we all meet again
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 10:42 PM UTC
And thou did ask, and lo I brung
A bullish thing, nonsensical,
And thou discarded e'er too long
My gift, inconsequential;
Why ask me for to fetch for thee
A thing thou found detestable?
Thou know'st I pander aught for thee,
Yet treat me as divestable.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC
I understand the force and energy. Quantum mechanics and relativity.My field is pure and they rely on me. I see the universe like nobody.
You may have made fun of me in high school, for being awkward and following the rules. Now I’ve got laser (WOW, That’s really cool). May the mass times acceleration be with you.
Atoms-Entropy-Dark Matter-String Theory.
If you want to feel a bond, then I can give you a good reaction. The elements that make up life. Are my essence, are my satisfaction.
All the other fields out there are so basic. Yeah, I’m the central science. Keep your eye on me, I’ll get you charged.
If you need me, call me up on Avogadro's Number. If you leave me, take a titrant, shove it up your acid buffer.
Dopamine and serotonin, will keep you good and happy. So get your flask and your glass all set up and begin to understand the world!
Within me you’ll find life’s beauty, in genetics and ecology. Symbiosis and not division, unless it’s mitosis or the study of fission.
Even if you don’t pass, at least you’ll enjoy my class!
Evolution, has brung us along. All species singing one song!
If you want to learn about the world I must say. I am the purest field of study you can take. Immune to misinterpretation, the blueprint of creation, the backbone of all things science.
No bias, just constant augmentation, in your mind, and observation. No gadgets, just your logic and your time.
And PIE.
Together we will find the answers to life! With physics-bio-chemistry-and math!
We can...SCIENCE!
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC