Brian

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Poetry: April 2004

"Bloody Nausea"
4-8-04
 
Blood spilling like wine on the grass
The beige carpet now stained
In need of stitches, but unwilling
Walls splattered with modern art
Pain in the heart so strong
Affection of terrible nausea
Tears fall like a flooding rain
Nothing left to keep this sane
 
Too many opportunities to talk
Alone in the box where I live
Imprisoned in pain and anguish
Negativity controlling all synopsis
Just the quiet rustle of myself thinking
It's all it ever seems to be
 
Black curtains, dead rose on the wall
Certain it's my time, resume to the fall
Rejoining my friends, the demons inside
Underestimating the meaning of lonely
A twitch of the blade, a sigh of relief
Bleeding away this poison I hope to beat

"Evidence of Vain"
4-9-04
 
Profitless attempts and unseen interest
Impassionate face where brightness once shined
A burnt up wick shows the hopelessness inside
I begged and I pleaded, they just didn't listen
Arrangements to try and amend the flaws
Now guessing I wasn't meant to be
No longer hiding, they still overlook the tears
Making the belief of solitude gain power
 
On the mountain top I can look around
Tried so hard to landmark my life
Shallow statistics and unheard songs
Smiles  wiped from the face of purity
Unable to hold my head up high
Board up the windows this time
 
They say that dreams never end
Angels never die, miracles are everywhere
Maybe the years of pain distorted my perception
 
On the mountain top I can look around
Tried so hard to landmark my life
Shallow statistics and unheard songs
Smiles wiped from the face of purity
Unable to hold my head up high
Board up the windows this time
 
Is it something I am not? a defect?
Disorders coming like herds of buffalo
Just waiting for the last pieces to fall apart
So sick and tired of being sick and tired
The lovely red rose has subsequently wilted
Now black and ignored, it loses purpose
They may look back and remember it
But nothing can bring the pedals life
 
On the mountain top I can look around
Tried so hard to landmark my life
Shallow statistics and unheard songs
Smiles wiped from the face of purity
Unable to hold my head up high
Board up the windows this time
 
Save me and board up the windows this time