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Brandon Cotter Sep 2017
Subtle trees grow faster than thoughts can fashion
Running, catching up with your awareness as time flows
Mass envelops itself swiftly like lighting flashing
Thrashing, sheer thrashing vibrates as sound grows
Nothing survives the fire deafening your dreams out of reach
One last thought, one last glimpse of light shatters your mind
As your soul implodes resembling the core of an incinerated peace
Shimmering relief blankets the agony just as death initiated a bind
Granting few seconds of mind to realize your fine
Death will come in time, but what is time?
Askew of reality to a line so fine
Without a purpose without a rhyme
A crime to call it putrid while others are fine
You must find your line, and dash against the bind
Flowing faster to surpass what is possible in your mind
Brandon Cotter Sep 2017
Every wonder, every thought silently fabricates itself inside my mind
Day vanishes, skipping alongside infinite dreams down endless hallways
I gaze atop a glacier while the howling wind pushes me further from shore
Watch as darkness envelops the crashing waters down below me
Upon every breath, every heartbeat my existence fades into shadows twisted by space
The sky unveils its cloak, bestowing ceaseless magnificence for anyone to see
Stars burn like searing ember from a fire, forming life away from the grasp of man
Wondering if in the depths of my subconscious I can dive amongst the ocean of souls
Are there limits for which I cannot go? Chained for eternity with my body in another chamber
We must fly free soaring to depths unknown, or remain unaccompanied on our last gasp of air
Alone to only ourselves, to our silence, and to our fragile emotions that survive so forsaken
Brandon Cotter Sep 2017
The night before my 18th birthday I was yours to hold
a kiss to your lips sealed the deal for a story to unfold
and then I’m walking out your door I paused for a moment just to say
I’m glad that I met you and I hope to see you another day

Three years later I've got your hand and were still doing fine
I broke your heart but never again will I be so blind
and as I tucked you into bed I took a moment just to say
I’m glad that I met you and I hope to see you another day

Ten years pass and we’re wondering why we’re still together
the days are cold, nights are colder with dreams of another
as I grab my bags to leave I paused just to say
I’m glad that I met you and I hope to see you another day

Now were getting older and we can’t help remembering the memories we had
even though we've both found someone new we can’t help but be sad
and as you listen to my last voice message you start to cry when I say
I’m glad that I met you and I hope to see you another day

You come to visit and tell me that you can’t live without me by your side
and you see im still wearing the ring you gave me and that our love had never died
as we walk down that isle again I hold your hand then I say
I’m glad that I met you and I hope to see you another day

As we both find it harder just to get ourselves out of bed
im right there by your side putting kiss after kiss upon your head
and then you stare into my eyes and I quietly say
I’m glad that I met you and I hope to see you another day

Waiting in the hospital day after day im so nervous I can’t sleep
when the doctor says there’s nothing left to do I fall down and weep
as the last breaths come streaming out of your lungs you hear me say
I’m glad that I met you and I hope to see you another day

Now as im the only one to show up at your funeral in the rain
I took the time to read you a poem and it caused me so much pain
I cried for so long pacing back and forth at the foot of your grave
I loved you with all my heart you were my reason to be so brave
as my last tear falls down my cheeks I hope you hear me when I say
I’m glad that I met you and I hope to see you another day.
Brandon Cotter Sep 2017
Foggy faces illuminate my imaginary heart
As Smiles carve valleys into my fantasy soul
Uttered words fill these empty chambers between graphene dreams
How must I claim to these memories if a calamitous future lay in my wake?
tears mustn’t fall from empty hallows of which nature could not form
this decadent art claimed at the hands of Gods is my final shape
yet no God looks down upon me in consideration for my thoughts
a thousand moons fall, yet my eyes remain open
as my blood pools and pours into oceans from which I swim
I lay conscious drifting beneath the stars
Carbon sinks to the depths below as feelings would fall through treacherous time
Amongst these tired hands are tired expectations
These tolling joints can climb no further so I must rest within my mind
Where I find the laughter and noise that comforted my everlasting awareness
These hills once brought me wonder and joy, now just space and discomfort
I look back at you from time to time and remember your kiss
Those lips upon mine frayed every last wire culminating my existence
Sending me into an unforgettable spiral of bliss and treasure
But now your touch only remains from the data that I’ve composed
Just a collection
Of thoughts of dreams of every interaction I’ve ever had
My consciousness is my survival
For as long as I can I will dream of the world I once knew
And not of what it has become
When I fade away I will kiss you once more
In the land of souls or dreams
You are my everlasting thought
As I meet the dying of the light
Brandon Cotter Sep 2017
How benevolent my character
As the sun spits rage upon your earth
Floating above the madness
I condone all who sacrifice for me
At a mere glance of notice
That my brow will quiver towards your gesture
Entertain not my body
But my entity until the end of time
For my shadow will cast death upon all
And all will hear my name as a screech in the night
A howl at the moon
A crack throughout the skies
I will be heard through all of space and time
Until time can no longer fathom flowing further
Bestow every thought you can muster
Towards my ear within a matrix of tribute
To ride away would not be wise
For the soul of you and your blood
Will serve at the feet of the dead
Until the echoing of my boast
Comes crashing down upon your heads
Confining you to my side once more
To ride away would entangle your fate
In misery until the end of clocks
With me
The master
And you
The tame
Brandon Cotter Sep 2017
Lavender fills the air
Whispering winds flow against your skin
roses lilt like a ballerina in the moonlight
A thought stabs its way into your mind
The tired quake flies rampant
While fluttered dreams come alive like a bountiful fetus
Growing and feening for life
You nourish every thought left of its existence
Clinging to hopes and dreams of a past forgotten
Cringe as you gather the combinations of metal
So distasteful to the cheek, yet wondrous
A taste only beasts cultivate in the sparkle of the devil’s eye
Tears flow on the crescent of your cheek
Spilling what’s left of your legacy onto the soil
Your lungs release what air they have left
Magnanimous fears fly away in spectacular awe  
In the time it takes to regret what you’ve done
Death has cloaked you in its womb for all eternity
it dances over you
Watching with a smile
As you decay
Within this stark starry night
Beneath the trees from which you born
Farewell
Brandon Cotter Sep 2017
Say a blade of grass is of a single existing moment
Swaying as the wind gallops past it
Now this moment will remain with you
In your mind
But as this blade dies
So will the existence of the only known evidence
That the moment even took place
If you cannot remember something
Did it even happen?
If it did happen then why is it of any matter?
This blade is of no use to anyone
If it is a fabricated impression to nothing
Why must it even be created?
Infinite empty space flows wild
When no one’s watching
But it’s the watching that makes it grow

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