February 8th, 2009 by brandon
when the blood from the veins
pumps the voices up to his brain
and he can’t seem to maintain
because he’s going insane
that’s when reflective starts to drip
and his mind continues to flip
his life starts to fill up the floor
because he opened that door
he feels the scars that he makes
from the voices that he hates
and even though he debates
he feels they know his true fate.
the more he feels like a freak
the more he wants to be me
yet that beauty that he sees
starts to grow from that tree
but for a brief moment in time
if he just reached up to climb
and opened his eyes he’d find
the amazing beauty that sines.
he never had any regrets
but now he lives to regress
that he fell from the best
into the pool of his mess.
so he over thinks and he over ponders
he’s not over hither, and not over yonder
and he will always dream and aspire
though the voices trick him to conspire.
he knows every time that he’s wrong
yet there’s another pool and it belongs
where never before the lines appear
his red gloved hands start to smear
yet with every new line that shows
he finds his smile in the mirror glows.
this freak freaks far away from in
and he silences the voices within
he catches his mess in the mirror
and nothing else seems clearer
where everyone else sees his sin
he gazes in awe at the the new him.
Amazingly Beautiful
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February 8th, 2009 by brandon
you take my hand as if we never hesitated
and we dance the night away on this stage we created
we laugh and smile and enjoy the most of our time
completely oblivious of what tomorrow will find
your eyes gleaming under the cold moon light
as we hold each other just for this night.
as the sun will rise tomorrow brings forth anew.
but all that matters is tonight, it is just me and you
because when I am lost in our reflection in your eyes
a future so sure yet unknown as elders outside.
I joke and point at myself to make you smile at this man
for every time you smile I fall in love all over again
cause in the morning this child will become a new man
so show this child what it means to love and take my hand
I listen, and hold you closer with my breath on your tattoo
I bite, you moan as if there was nothing here that was taboo
Tonight there shall be no worries,
Tonight there shall be no fury,
for tonight we shall be one,
and tomorrow I will be gone.
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February 8th, 2009 by brandon
When horrible meets longing
their closeness is oddly enticing
even though their dance looks quite absurd.
They take my hand
and try to make me dance
to a song that is unheardI twist and shout
please let me out
but their grip is ever so tight.
I bite, I claw
I rip, I gnaw
yet I underestimate their might.
I know this song
will soon wear me down
if I can’t unleash my sight.
They smile, I curse
they laugh, I’m worse
as they feast amongst my plight.
They tear me down
deep beneath the ground
few can understand
they rip and tear
I fall under their wear
my mer wish is but a hand.
but as I feared I’d see
no one has come for me
my grasp is filed with air
and as I watch it flow
as I watch it go
I’m left with nothing but despair
as they tear into me
as they chew whats left to be
I’m being slowly eaten away
but all that I can see,
my eyes full of glee,
is the end of a today.
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February 8th, 2009 by brandon
I have lived more lives than some.
I have accomplished so much in my time.
That there are enough stories of me and what that I have done.
That people are excited just to meet me from and can’t help but express.
I have helped so many people.
Made so many smiles.
built so many bridges.
Walked so many miles.
I have done more in my short life than others in their long.
I have been given so many treasures.
been placed a King among pawns.and of this I would gladly trade it all for another moment in your arms.
and of this I would gladly trade it all for another moment in your arms.
I have achieved the highest education.
I have made the best of times.
I have visited other countries.
I have learned far and wide.
I have created another smile.
I have walked another mile.
and of this I would gladly trade it all for another moment in your arms.
and of this I would gladly trade it all for another moment in your arms.
I have sacrificed everything to make a change that is good.
Sacrificed everything and was rarely understood.
I had built myself up as a leader.
To pave the way unseen.
I’ve made a small fortune
Just to give it to those in need.
and of this I would gladly trade it all for another moment in your arms.
and of this I would gladly trade it all for another moment in your arms.
of all the luck I’ve lived by.
of all the legs I’ve had
to find myself standing
on my last one however sad.
if this is how it all ends.
if I am to bid adieu.
know my greatest treasure in all my life
is the time I spent with you.
and of this I would gladly trade it all for another moment in your arms.
and of this I would gladly trade it all for another moment in your arms.
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