Poem - Yours Truly |
Here's a bouquet without a rose
Full of sharp thorns and "I Told You So's"
Read the cards vindictive thoughts
That you never love again and your heart begins to wrought
Deep inside you know who it's&n...
Posted by Brad on Thu, 15 May 2008 04:07:00 PST |
Poem - Valentines Massacre |
You call it love, i call it nothing short of murder
I know i won't survive this Valentines Day Massacre
So take this gun and with it end this dream
A bullet in my chest would be a favor for me
Yo...
Posted by Brad on Wed, 14 May 2008 03:56:00 PST |
Poetry - Notebook |
In my hand the notebook falls apart
The memories spill across the floor
Like my head emptying, mind bleeding
At my feet all the pages spread
On the cover I wrote your name
At a time when we we...
Posted by Brad on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 11:18:00 PST |
Poetry - Circus of Lies |
With your eyes vacant and stained
Could you read me the rest now
The broken heart wish list
Your voice is cracking with shame
And the window pane is shattered
Like my hopes to refrain
From words cut...
Posted by Brad on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 11:58:00 PST |
Poetry - Burning Letters |
The flame is getting bigger now
As I burn my memories of you
Including the letters that I wrote
And the photos ill lose too
But at least I'll stay warm tonight
With so many memories I have to l...
Posted by Brad on Fri, 10 Nov 2006 10:47:00 PST |
Poetry - My Request |
I wish you would take my hand
And let me know you exist
So I can stop this fight inside of me
Over what I feel and what is right
It's not fair to give me a hint
And walk away with things I car...
Posted by Brad on Sun, 04 Feb 2007 01:04:00 PST |
Poetry - Broken Hearted Loser |
There's a moment of release
When I talk to you on the phone
But when I see you in person
It all retracts back to a boy no one knows
If I only had the guts
To tell you everything I feel
Who kno...
Posted by Brad on Sun, 04 Feb 2007 12:38:00 PST |
Poetry - Cant Stop Now |
In his hands he holds the string
Tied tight to his feet and he begins to sing
Ballets of sadness, more hymns of sorrow
Cause for these dusty shoes there's no tomorrow
He's running from them, he's ru...
Posted by Brad on Fri, 09 Dec 2005 10:24:00 PST |
Poetry - Trains and Farewell |
You cold have said it and everything would have been just fine
We could have been friends but I don't like girls who lie
So the day is dirty and I don't get excited for much
But who knew tomorrow woul...
Posted by Brad on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 09:37:00 PST |
Poetry - Razor Blades & Tourniquets |
So razor blades and tourniquets
Are always visible on your belt
Did you come to make things worse
Or did you come to help
Quite frankly I don't think you know yourself
I can say these wounds seem lar...
Posted by Brad on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 11:55:00 PST |
