bryanswhip

Humans, like glass bowls, Can shatter when knocked around. Don't miss this. Be kind.

picking up the pieces of a broken past a prime example that nothing lasts my pulse is constantly weakening and time is always deceiving Dead hearts And false Starts Dead hearts and dying Stars Dead Hearts My blood feels like fire burning me alive this place is stealing all my drive no motivation left as i fade away i'm not quite feeling myself today Dead hearts And false Starts Dead hearts and dying Stars Dead Hearts The rain never looked so beautiful through my window as my senses dull only feel pain everything else is numb Time has its fun and love leaves you dumb Your free your free your free I want to feel your heartbeat

Today, I wanted to pluck my ribs from out my chest & hang them about my house like wind chimes- dangled brutality; a taunt for hungry wolves. I didn’t grab for sharp objects, I just wrote about it. I never knew I wanted to be a writer until I lost something. I still don’t know what that is- (my mind, maybe.) But words, they fill gaps that had no stories to keep them from hollowing out in the first place.

Oh, what I wouldn't give- For a chance to be you. To look into the mirror And to see somebody new. Somebody who's lovely And somebody who's kind. Somebody who never feels As though they've lost their mind. I bet I'd never hurt again- I bet I'd never cry. I bet I'd never, ever feel As though I want to die. I bet everyone would love me more If I could see someone else. Someone who was good and smart- And sociable as well. I'd never have to fear again The problems in my head. Why, they would surely disappear If I were you instead! And I guess that's why I envy you- Because you see someone else. And really, sometimes, I can'

(Let It All) Come Down Let it all come down. Let it all come down. Though the pain doesn’t show, that life, I know. Let it all come down. - Life doesn’t need a reason to stop you when you start. And some times it’s open season on your poor little heart. So you choke back the tears and try hard not to cry. Don’t listen to your fears if you ever want to fly. Let it all come down. Let it all come down. Just have a good cry then I’ll kiss you goodnight. Let it all come down. There’s a new day awaiting. Now the sun’s breaking through. Let your soul be awaking because there’s so

With all the words needed to be said and done, None seem to slip off the tongue. As the pen tip hits the paper, It all but resists to the caper. Ideas ebb and flow, But the ideas don't seem to go, As all difficult as it may be, I sit here and try to see. The formation, The thoughts, That all seem to escape me.

Many words come to mind as I try to speak, They come jumbled, A mess, An unintelligible statement. Reactions, Thoughts, In Spanish while trying to respond in Italian, A complete blend- An awful end. Once again I try to speak, But the English isn't what my heart seeks, The communication breakdown, A flaw between the people, Not understanding something that I had grown up with all my life. The flow, The ideas, Aren't the same with my Spanish, The concepts, The formats, Don't follow the wiring of my brain. Although the capability is there, The idea isn't complete, The passion, The understanding, That made my heart be

The pain, The suffering, As we all fall to pieces. The tearing out of our hearts, The bleeding from out veins, Bullet wounds and screams of pain. Why would someone do that? The misunderstanding, Trying to explain it to loved ones, But no words are capable of describing the actions that have just occurred. The loss, The confusion, Consumes the victims as they wonder, "why? Why?" While they are being rushed to the hospital, While they are shattered, While they grunt.

If you find the man I was Tangled in the grass Once a living soul, but now A thing of tufted ash Do not curse Fate overmuch Send me with the rain Set me on the bee-balm where A hummingbird has been Give me to our butterfly bush And when it is alight With blue-black wings as Summer stores Her last warmth for the night Drink deep the wine of living The first of dusk-scent bless O, go, but go not grieving--- Smile as you pass.