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Brendon S Sawyer Mar 2023
(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 ❤️)
Brendon S Sawyer Oct 2021
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)
Brendon S Sawyer May 2021
Daisy, in a field of weeds,
    What have you come to see?
    You hide all of your beauty,
    Like a bare wintered tree.
        
    Scared to stand alone,
    So you blend with your surrounds;
    When you never speak a word,
    I still love the way you sound.
        
    Daisy, in a field of weeds,
    Give me one chance to show;
    That I can nurture you without risk,
    Of allowing these weeds to grow.
            
    Soon you will tower,
    and these weeds will begin to shrink;
    I give unto you this water,
    My dearest Daisy, why won’t you drink.
        
    Daisy, in a field of weeds,
    I know it’s hard to see your worth;
    But to me, my dearest Daisy,
    You bring such beauty to this earth.
        
    Daisy, through these battles, you feel alone,
   These weeds take more than they give;
    Please, Daisy, just give me one chance,
    I’ll stand beside you til the end.
How do you interpret this poem? What do you think I was trying to say?
Brendon S Sawyer Nov 2020
I’m angered by the way that I am,
Though, I am not angered at myself,
I hate the man that I see in the mirror,
Though, I do not hate the man who sees that reflection,
I despise the person that I am,
Though, I do not despise the person of whom I’ve become,
I fault the illness that controls my mind,
Though, I do not fault my mind for being sick,
I’ll always hold this grudge against you for making me this way,
So why—given all of this pain and hate—do I still hope you’ll love me someday?

Brendon S. Sawyer
2020
A short poem about being a young child who was given an unloving and abusive father who, after 11 years of physical and mental abuse, abandoned the child (and family) without warning  or trace; and about the lifelong battle with mental illness that burdens me every day.
Brendon S Sawyer Jul 2020
Shattered glass,
No one sees the break,
All the evidence is hidden,
All the cracks have been taped;

I tried to warn you all,
No one believed in wolves,
The damage was ignored,
I was treated as a fool;

I never asked for your help,
All I needed was a hand,
You left me to my pain,
For no longer in this I stand;

You couldn’t lend an ear,
That’s all I really need,
You leave me all alone,
My only friend is misery;

I gave you many signs,
I wanted you to see,
That I am broken, I give up,
Am I not worth this breath I breathe?


Brendon S. Sawyer
©️ 2020
Brendon S Sawyer Sep 2019
Oh, when she smiled at me,
in an instant, she changed my world;
And when she walked up to me,
the rhythm of my heart began to surge.

With each step, I became more and more intoxicated by her,
the deep blue of her eyes could quench my thirst on a Summer's day;
The warm softness of her lips became "comfort food" to my soul,
not even vinyl could capture nostalgia the way her voice could.

No "graceful" is as graceful as her,
she has leaped those bounds;
No "beautiful" is as beautiful as her,
floating on our sea of love, my heart is a boat that shan't run aground.

I can't believe how lucky I am to have our lives merge,
and I'll never regret the day that she became my world;
Oh, she's done something to my life,
I've see the road of happiness finally arrive.

She's the greatest thing I have,
She's the greatest thing I am;
I don't know how this all happened, when it wasn't in the plan,
if this love were of a mountain, oh, I'd climb to the highest land.

Sir, I stand before you today to express these feelings man-to-man,
I love your daughter with all that's in me; may I request to have her hand?
Prequel to my poem "From Us, This Seed"

Please go to my profile and read that one also.
Brendon S Sawyer Sep 2019
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)
I love you, Derrick. And I miss you every day. I’ll see you soon.
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