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Tyler Durden Sep 2014
I remember the warm nights
The silent drives
The laughs
But not the cries
I wasn't there
You wouldn't let me
Too scared
You had to protect me
So let me,
Take your hand again.
We'll drive somewhere new
You can tell me of.
Let's not focus on the date,
And time ticking away.
Until the storms return,
We'll pray during our infamous
Hydroplane.
That our breaks don't fail us.
If they do, I'll crash with you.
I spelled them wrong on purpose
brandon nagley Sep 2015
All yearling spring birds far from distant home,
Xanthic in Gothic gospels soot and yolk,
Where's one's soft spoken voice to calm me on the phone?
Formidable pulses,
The danger of convulsion's spread on like buttered oil!!!
Enormity soil's the defendant delirium...
Such agnostic aquariums stinkingly similar upstate!
Broken lives to sunset drive,
Specimen speckles,
Forcible tassels hover one's decree!!
Litigious locust's buzz creepingly,
Indecently exposing all's funk!!!
Concauctions of fake adoption's,
Concievers break locks off trunks!!!
Omit me out of this obdurate oasis,
Wherein one feel's spacious,
Free to cometh and goeth!!!
Freedom doth thou know?
Operatic Mrs and Mr's,
Minuets for thy ridiculed wishes!!
Ponderer of newness,
Cleaner's as thy tub spills over,
Thy heels click together just to get thy kicks!!!
Hit the streets thou feathered bird of no beak,
Thou tally marker of no means!!!
Foreman to thy own people's idea's,
Nourish me with a new novice,
Nurture me with heartbrake hotel,
Buildeth me a standing ovation of a one love palace!!!
Brave heart fairytale,
Doth thou stand to move about?

Listener of radio tunes,
Art thou close??


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley May 2015
Lonely highway for poets and gurus, stop! you shall not pass here, no liars thieves or breathers of air..What direction do you have , what conquest runs dry when tears plummet sad.. Sadly mistakened or badly broken, What beauty the empty vase shall carry when the exodus comes, When deaf turns dumb youll be the dumbed.. Founded freedoms tossed to C.E.Os, voutures for clothes, endless serenity..  food theres plenty.. Heartbrake lane lies between the false lovers lips, fused fingertips to caress whats not to caress, stores to sell you out, a slave to the world, a murderer thief and *****..What have you become to the vocal masters..Whos slave are you after? or are u the slave>>> ive seen much much better days................Title- slave to broadway Avenue.... by me :)
Sydney Victoria Jan 2013
The Crescent Moon Sits Above Me Watching,
As Your Memory Slips Through My Head,
As Effortlessly As A Blood Clot

I Started To Write A Poem Right In These Lines,
About Your Neglect To Me, And My Heartbrake,
About The Wrong Road Which Didnt Have Signs,
How You Stabbed My Heart With A Wooden Stake
And I Started To Cry And Then I Smiled And Said,
Why Should I Cry Over The Roadkill,
Which Lay Untouched And Stiff In My Soul,
If They Were Alive I Would Just Sob Harder
And Why Should I Waste A Cyber Tree,
For This Cyber Paper Because I'm No Longer Sad,
You Are Not Worth One Piece Of It,
Well I'm Glad To Say...
You Hold My Heart No Longer
I Never Knew The Power Of Unwanted Days Of The Year.. 1 Year Since Them And I Am Strong..
I Dont Say This Often But I'm Proud Of Myself
andY Oct 2019
thought this was everything
turns out i wasted much time
been stuck in a rut for a while now
wondering if i’ll ever get back & be fine

longing for clarity when all there is haze
like a blind man turning corners in his mind of a maze

there will be tears there have been plenty
yet the pool of darkness is nowhere near empty

spending time already past is gonna add up quickly
sending thoughts to the future like: who will then miss me?

the weight of the world will it ever be lifted
will i be gifted with a shifted mind again?
climb again?
throw rocks into the ocean tide to my pain?

I’ll have to find out.
heartbrake, heartache, love, lost, healing, movingon
brandon nagley May 2015
All yearling spring birds far from distant home,
Xanthic in Gothic gospels soot and yolk,
Where's one's soft spoken voice to calm me on the phone?
Formidable pulses,
The danger of convulsion's spread on like buttered oil!!!
Enormity soil's the defendant delirium...
Such agnostic aquariums stinkingly similar upstate!
Broken lives to sunset drive,
Specimen speckles,
Forcible tassels hover one's decree!!
Litigious locust's buzz creepingly,
Indecently exposing all's funk!!!
Concauctions of fake adoption's,
Concievers break locks off trunks!!!
Omit me out of this obdurate oasis,
Wherein one feel's spacious,
Free to cometh and goeth!!!
Freedom doth thou know?
Operatic Mrs and Mr's,
Minuets for thy ridiculed wishes!!
Ponderer of newness,
Cleaner's as thy tub spills over,
Thy heels click together just to get thy kicks!!!
Hit the streets thou feathered bird of no beak,
Thou tally marker of no means!!!
Foreman to thy own people's idea's,
Nourish me with a new novice,
Nurture me with heartbrake hotel,
Buildeth me a standing ovation of a one love palace!!!
Brave heart fairytale,
Doth thou stand to move about?

Listener of radio tunes,
Art thou close??
Quinchet Dec 2015
Fluke
DECEMBER 20 · ONLY ME
I miss you. It must go unsaid.
I want you. The thought you must dread.
I hurt you. I feel it. I couldn't wait. I put you in a place you didn't want to be.
I hurt me. I said it. The natural flow of what could have been. Is behind me.
No light shines brighter. No soul brings fire. No touch moves me inside. No eyes charm harder. No truth seems truer.
The feeling of utter bliss. When the birds sing. Bodies collide. Breathing you in so I can keep you. I could shower in your scent.
No one has done what you've done to me. I want to hate you. But it was all my fault.
the crazy one. Yes I am to blame. **** me for eating the cake. Just as Eve tasted her apple. Forbidden fruit.
It was you who was forbidden fruit. The dying urge to taste you just wouldn't subside. So I sneaked and I lyed and I fought for my moments. Because in them is all I was and I couldn't watch another pass me by. I seized love locked in time for ever in my heart. I know when you said I was just *** you lied. You had to push me aside. I feel you. You know it. I remeber your words.. I lived by them. They tare me up but keep popping into my mind. I cut you to the core. Your eyes bring back lifetimes of heartbrake and soul shaking love. Come to me my runner. My bride. I just want to shower you with love will everything that I am. No one else will do.
It's long.. Usually not a fan of lengthy but sometimes the words just keep flowing.
brandon nagley May 2015
.is it the thoughts or this life that scares you the most? Or both you suppose as a ghostly image you walk alone! No television nor phone can ease you, men cant please you, for they only plunder an take! Heartbrake! You want that cuddiling warmth an sensation, like child to the blanket, a godess you are indeed. In the stars do you succeed as your blood moans the moon. For where is thy tomb? In your own bed? Your own room? Riddled with nightmare affects, canst thou see your caress an kindness you give to others? For whos the one another you seek? A wretched man or your jaulting happiness? Where sadness is gone one day for you to sing songs hand and hand with your truest of lovers!

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