The Gothic Poets Society discussion
Everyone's poems and/or works
See Me Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhx_A...As Eminem said… you only get one shot, so I take a chance with a girl, can honestly say I could have done better, should have really. “Slow Loving Goodbye”, I was rushed, I wanted, hell I obsessed but don’t nice guys finish last, loving is ceaseless.
Slow Loving Goodbye
So let’s say I don’t know,
I’m just a bad man, a sad man
Maybe not even a man at all
But I’ll be your greatest fan
Only these hands fall
Trying to remember so
when you finally leave me
because you will, but I appreciate…
What… you, me “we”
Is that not how we abbreviate
Us? From head to toe
Me and you
and there is no need to rush
Just love me like you do
Am I still talking about love?
Tell me, where you want to go?
“To the stars”
If only for one night
“Don’t know if we’ll get that far”
“It’s alright”
“Love me harder…whoa”
“Will, just go slow…”
Copyright © 2015 Second Circle Creations, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
Inspired by: Brittany Anne Pirtle - Emily… Power Rangers Samurai, Limp Bizkit "Behind Blue Eyes", Edwin McCain "I'll Be", Ellie Goulding “Love Me Like You Do” Fifty Shades of Grey Soundtrack, Titanic (1997), Luther Vandross "If Only For One Night", Ariana Grande and The Weeknd "Love Me Harder", and John Legend "Ordinary People"
See me Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Jvzx...It’s not like I’m going to actually talk… I clear my throat to say nothing at all so indeed what is the point. Clearing My Heart… why not just break it again and it will be empty soon enough right? The words never come from my mouth anyway.
Clearing My Heart
Em, ahem,
Let me try this again
But of course I never say
I dream of three little words
If only I could say one to you girl
And it wouldn’t be about me
Because there is nothing I
want more than to say hi
Only how, I wish em, ahem
Just I don’t want to be him
Flunking recess because I don’t play
Just you stand there waiting
Do you need help translating?
How I wish that you could see
that I am barely breathing
Isn’t that the best kind of dreaming?
Exhausted from, em, ahem, when…
Well isn’t love a sin;
yesterday, last night, today,
when not in word form?
Still I have yet to perform
Maybe
you’ll love me like you do?
If it’s ever right, can I say something to you?
Copyright © 2015 Second Circle Creations, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
Inspired by: Brittany Anne Pirtle - Emily… Power Rangers Samurai, ItsReal85 on WorldStarHipHop “Turtles Episode 10”, “Fifty Shades of Grey” by E. L. James, Duncan Sheik "Barely Breathing", Ellie Goulding “Love Me Like You Do” Fifty Shades of Grey Soundtrack, and A Great Big World Ft. Christina Aguilera "Say Something"
See Me Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r1NsE...How far is she, a few feet, a few yards, couple of miles, some days, and in the end she’s still headed to one place right? “A Couple of Feet to Bed”, but even more so into my heart… anyway to make her come faster ha hah…
A Couple of Feet to Bed
You’d think she never walked before
Her dress a mess on the floor
Does she even want me anymore?
Yes she’s a pretty dream
Only I’m not tired
A scream queen
Can you take me higher?
Just whoever leaves paradise?
Or rolls the dice with vice
Thought having wings was nice
Yet she falls down
A little more, a little further
The way I feel about you now
What if you were her?
Like Ariel with new legs
No angels don’t beg
Why they’re left to men instead
And a man is told to stand
Only I want to fall
I’m not sure than you can
is all
From her head down to her toes
she cried "more, more, more"
There you go
Now would you take a step or two?
Would you lie with me?
Won’t you love me like you do?
Don’t you see?
She has never come for me
But will you?
Copyright © 2015 Second Circle Creations, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
Inspired by: Brittany Anne Pirtle - Emily… Power Rangers Samurai, Selena Gomez Ft. A$AP Rocky "Good For You", Creed "Higher", Finely Quaye “Dice”, Ryan Adams "Wonderwall", “The Little Mermaid” (1989), Billy Idol "Rebel Yell", Billy Idol "Rebel Yell", Snow Patrol "Chasing Cars", and Ellie Goulding “Love Me Like You Do” Fifty Shades of Grey Soundtrack
~A Head Full of Color~For a moment in black…
I’ll show such a red
You’ll want to be a vampire
Tasty huh
Strawberry Fields
Forever
Without me
For a moment in black…
I’ll show you such green
Where is the money?
It’s everywhere
What you never read
What you never cared about
Like me
For a moment in black…
I’ll show you such brown
But you won’t frown
At the ground
Yourself
This shell
Or me
For a moment in black…
I’ll show you such gold
Such treasures
Like republicans
Invest in death
Because you never did
In me
For a moment in black…
I’ll show you such a white
You won’t cry
It will be like
I’m alive
Just not really
Not me
I’m not just black
Look inside
Your black heart
And help me
Help you
As always
I’m tired of the dark
Of the black
Give it to me
The reason to be
Colorful
Will -I've read and re-read your dark yet colorful poem and I am touched by the way you have reached out to the one who has uncaringly dismissed the colors you have tried to give them.Will wrote: "~A Head Full of Color~
For a moment in black…
I’ll show such a red
You’ll want to be a vampire
Tasty huh
Strawberry Fields
Forever
Without me
For a moment in black…
I’ll show you such green
Whe..."
A. wrote: "Will -I've read and re-read your dark yet colorful poem and I am touched by the way you have reached out to the one who has uncaringly dismissed the colors you have tried to give them.Will wrote:..."
Thank you ever so much for reading A, the person I was reaching out to, seems to change in time
~A Me Without Clutter~Clutter
Cash… to be shaded by green
How I once dreamed of
Gold
What of a future?
My blood
Drips and drops
From my brown corpse
As I fall
* * *
Clutter
How I dreamed to make it rain
I once felt such praise
To be a winner
Maybe I was once happy
Now I long for the red
Forget about my enemies
My plans shit
I’m shit
* * *
Clutter
How do I survive?
Hanging onto hope
Gold I’ll never find
Former accolades
But am I surviving
Empty, almost dead
Rotting carcass
Burn me to black
* * *
Clutter
Such will be my treasures
Gold for others
Memories
Trophies of others’ lives
The sight of blood a tragedy
My life is not
A momentary sickness
Flushed, trashed, or burned
* * *
Clutter
A clear path
Free and bare
Left with nothing
There is no future
I’m not bleeding anymore
Grown to know the cold
Naked but who cares
Hell is warm this time of year
* * *
How’s this for a change
As I fall
And I’m left to rot
Until I’m swept away
To be left clean and bare
Purified
When all the clutter is gone
I’m not dead
How I wish I were
Better to be buried in clutter
Than buried by thee
What you call happy
It wouldn’t be me
Have you published any of your poetry Will? I find it dark and mysterious (E.A. Poeish) -you definitely need to be read by more people. A.
A. wrote: "Have you published any of your poetry Will? I find it dark and mysterious (E.A. Poeish) -you definitely need to be read by more people. A."No I haven't A. If you really knew me you might understand why; thank you ever so much for reading though
Maybe you have a friend or family member who can help you get your work "out there." It has too much meaning to just "sit in a drawer."
A. wrote: "Maybe you have a friend or family member who can help you get your work "out there." It has too much meaning to just "sit in a drawer.""Funny... friends, family... I got a dog and between here, YouTube, Facebook, the good people at Real Doll and some charming women in Nevada, not many people care to call themselves fans
OK - I'd like to sign up on the fan list!
“She tears her hair out with
her fists and scratches at her scalp.
‘It’s so… frustrating you know’
She starts again but has to
stop to catch a breath, she bares her teeth.
‘Having to pretend like you don’t care is the most infuriating thing in the world.’
Tears start to fall down her cheeks.
'I am sick of having it rubbed in my face over and over again’
'You’re supposed to trust your gut right, well something is off.
I know it but every fools reaction is to just call ME the idiot’.
She bangs her fists against the wall.
'I HATE IT! I KNOW SOMETHING ISN’T RIGHT! I AM SICK OF BEING TREATED LIKE AN IDIOT BECAUSE OF IT! I WILL RELISH THE DAY WHEN I AM PROVED TO BE RIGHT! I AM SICK OF PRETENDING LIKE I DON’T CARE’
She screams.
She spins around and around tearing at her hair.
She collapses to the ground.
She fakes a smile. Her voice is full of resentment and bitterness.
'So I’m reduced to this, screaming in to the night sky hoping somebody might listen.’”
Gut Instinct.
A. wrote: "OK - I'd like to sign up on the fan list!"You might want to rethink that but I'm always around, here Facebook, Youtube ;)
Courtenay wrote: "“She tears her hair out with
her fists and scratches at her scalp.
‘It’s so… frustrating you know’
She starts again but has to
stop to catch a breath, she bares her teeth.
‘Having to pretend li..."
All kinds of loud... awesome
~Dying Happy~Happiness is grown
But where are the seeds
I have seen smiles in blackest night
Heard the growth of cheer and roar
Watched sparks become passionate fire
And I am a man
Dying Happy
Happiness is bugged
But where is the insecticide
I have watched petals stripped
Life given elsewhere
Foundations eaten away
And yet I am expected to stand
Dying Happy
Happiness is drugged
But where is the water
A woo hoo that shouldn’t be
Art misunderstood by me
Expected to love
And I have nothing
Dying Happy
Happiness is picked
But where is it grown
The girl all the bad guys want
Those who are successful
Ideas better than mine
And I die proudly
Dying Happy
Happiness is dying
But where is nature
The cruelty of man
A moments pleasure
For my pain
And you ask me to stay
Dying Happy
“The clock always kept turning.
It could go back, before. It can’t do that anymore.
The clock only goes forward.
I can only get older. Some of things I loved are over.
I can’t let go of that.
I’m scared to let go of that.
Time is moving but I won’t move with it.
I’m ambitious and passionate but
I fear ageing as everybody else does.
I don’t think I have ever felt as
free as I did when I was a child.
I could fly.
I want that again,
but the sad thing is,
I know it will be a different kind of free.
It won’t be the same and I’m not
sure what to do about that.”
The life of a past life
Courtenay wrote: "“The clock always kept turning.
It could go back, before. It can’t do that anymore.
The clock only goes forward.
I can only get older. Some of things I loved are over.
I can’t let go of th..."
A different kind of free, a fascinating thought
~One Shot of Happy~One Shot
Just a drink
To pop
Think
One Plot
Raise my head
Just a spot
To be read
One Not
No disbelief
I can’t stop
Being me
* * *
To Grow
I create
And so
Here’s someday
To Know
This world
Make dough
Get the girl
To Flow
A smile, a wave
No foes
Not die today
* * *
Am I happy?
Taking the shot
Maybe
If I stopped…
Am I thee?
Just like you
Ignorant, blind maybe
I would boo hoo
Am I me?
If I’m happy
Instead of weepy
This is me…
Was I Ever... AboveWas I ever?
So beautiful
Or admired
Like you
Boys and girls stare longing
Not one for the boys
The girls are so pretty
And you can’t move
But you’re better than me
Was I ever?
So wanted
Really needed
Like you
How much they paid for you
And you’re worth every cent
You take care of them
I never wanted to anyway
But you’re better than me
Was I ever?
Missed
Received apologies
Like you
They damned their memories
How they longed to see you
They need to know you’re here
While I disappeared
But you’re better than me
Was I ever?
Given a day
To remember
Like you
They bring you flowers
Nearly bow before you
And they have a party
How I hated my birthday
But you’re better than me
Was I ever?
Meant to give
Anything at all
Like you
You give them comfort
Knowledge
Acceptance
Love I never could
But you’re better than me
You’re my gravestone
And I am dead
~Escape Me~Feet lose touch with the ground
Maybe eyes above
Or a nose snubbed
Just scrubbed
On the roadside
Pieces
Escape me
Blood splatters everywhere
A moment stay
Coagulate
Evaporate
But stains a corpse
Drips and drops
Escape me
Heartbeat stops, the fat lady swoons
They’ll be screaming
Tears streaming
A mob teaming
And yet nothing from the dead
Voices
Escape me
Mindless meat
Beating
Meeting
Leading
The way to God
Reasons
Escape me
Soul finally escapes the shell
Flying
Lying
Finding
The way to paradise
Deaths
Escape me
It’s the only way
You can
Should
Want to
Please!!!
They’ll hurt you
I’ll hurt you
Everybody hurts
Sometimes
Until they die
So run as fast as you can
Into the box
Cold or hot
But…
Am I escaping you?
Or…
Are you escaping me?
~Just Win, Will You~Just win will you
I’m not afraid to lose
Been losing to you all my life
So I’m not afraid to die
As long as the game ends
And doesn’t start up again
Just win will you
I’d forfeit; it’s true
But you won’t take your win
To not play is a sin
So let’s be through
I’m tired of you
Just win will you
Know I’ll never be true blue
Or purple and gold, that is a fact
This is my death; I fade into black
Won’t join you, no other team
To look at my death alone and free
Just win will you
Mercy don’t do
If my game to play
You I would slay
Play your game and have your score
This life of mine is but a bore
Just win will you
And spread the news
A landside victory
Competition history
Let it be known, all to tell
As long as I’m dead, escape this Hell
Just win will you
It’s what you do
Because I never had a prayer
And life isn’t fair
But I don’t want to play
So win today
“The feet get stuck between the sticky autumn leaves.You can see through the trees.
One eye here,
one eye there.
Ants biting at your skin.
That musty earth smell fills your nose.
A torn wedding dress.
A twig here,
a twig there.
Knotty hair.
Rope.
Grasp at the rope.
Let’s play a tug of war.
Looking down at the tree trunk that fell, staring at it.
Scratch at the tree trunk.
Paper nails.
They grow and grow, flowing all the way through the leaves.
‘I sit with the leaves housing my knees’”
Vines Of The Death.
Courtenay wrote: "“The feet get stuck between the sticky autumn leaves.You can see through the trees.
One eye here,
one eye there.
Ants biting at your skin.
That musty earth smell fills your nose.
A torn ..."
Sorta reminds me of that movie The Ruins. This is well done
I haven't seen that film.
Hell of the MountaintopI’ve been to the mountaintop… to be pushed off
To be kicked and punched, humbled and tricked
And falling from such a height is not soft
It’s brutal and cruel; these are more than just nicks
Slashed and gashed, bleeding and broken
This is what I remember from the top of the mountain
The Promised Land there is no knowing
Only the way I came I about it
The mountain becomes a hill… and I roll
My fall continues; not enough for them
My life, my existence takes its toll
And I’m to blame, MY very own sin
Green hills become blood red
Coated in decoration these many hills
But not yet, no I’m not dead
Yet I am still forced this fall to feel
The hills become flatten… and I lie in the dirt
Unable to move or speak, yet I feel and listen
My carcass not enough to break the Earth
Until my blood melts the ground; until my body glistens
With saliva from those hungry, the spit from laughter and disdain
Dirt becomes mud, breaking the Earth
Their joy and their glee unlike the rain
Ground collapses, something of worth
The Earth becomes a hole… and for me a grave
Falling further into the dark, into nothing at all
Unsung, not mourned, uninspired, not forgave
And for what, PRIDE… Pride cometh before the fall
Yes PRIDE grandma PRIDE spit on, shit on by everyone
Covered and rank, rotten and stank this grave
Loved, liked, respected, feared, no not one
Only to never be born, that would have saved
But now I lie under the mountain
A long way away from those promises called lies
Don’t know where I would be without it
How happy I am to die
Yes I have my rest under everything
MY sins and your glee
To die let freedom ring
Beneath the mountain I am free
Until it all comes crashing down
When I thought to give my farewell
To circle nine I cannot drown
Now this place becomes my Hell
Courtenay wrote: "I haven't seen that film."Just brought back memories of it, this would have fit perfectly
I shall have to watch it. :)
Courtenay wrote: "I shall have to watch it. :)"The Ruins (2008)
~Take From Me... Everything~Leave them nothing
No starry sky
Fine feminine thigh
Or last goodbye
Eyes empty
Of everything and everyone
Nothing for an enemy
Leave them nothing
Naked winds
Lustful sins
Horror begins
Flesh gone
Of every feeling even if nothing
Nothing for an enemy
Leave them nothing
Battered and bruised
Abused
The joints misused
Bones burned
Of every movement; not ash on the wind
Nothing for an enemy
Leave them nothing
Her beauty astounding
Understanding; foundering
Pondering
Art forgotten
Everything, video, music, even a picture
Nothing for an enemy
Leave them nothing
These words, these words, and these words
The thought, idea, and girl
If ever touched a heart, a world
Words never existed
Everyone of them never spoken, never heard, never written, never read
Nothing for an enemy
No eyes for beauty
Flesh that’s free
Bones to rattle
Art to exploit
Words to ignore
There will be nothing left
For you or me
Do not seek immortality
History is victorious
So you will have won nothing
For I will have never existed
We have the same enemy
Leave me nothing
And that you will receive
Night TerrorIn the moonlit sky a menacing bat flies overhead
It comes through the window, eyes glowing red
Taking human form it stands over your waiting bed
Swiftly you are bitten, devoured, drained dry, left for dead
Hunger having been satisfied, it leaves fully fed
Once again it takes to the sky, filling all hearts with dread
Now to the place that it dwells, it walks the halls among the undead
In a satin-lined coffin, it closes the lid without a word said
~Fill HIM Up~Fill him up with fear
An appetizer seared
In his own self doubts
Your words without
Reason and merit
And he’ll bear it
Fill him up with sadness
A drink; a dad mix
Tears and blood
Too little, too much
Flowing on skin
And he’ll take it in
Fill him up with hate
The meal, the bait
Body, mind, and soul
Burning yet so cold
Chewed, swallowed, spit out
And he’ll open his mouth
Fill him up with madness
A dessert of rage and gladness
He doesn’t understand, doesn’t have to
It all goes down smooth
Choking off the screams
And he’ll be clean
Yet tempted, always tempted for more
Starving for horror, misery, blood, and war
For lands of milk and honey
Do not exist without power and money
The thought of going hungry
A great sickness to the tummy
So eat and drink your fill
For something you will never feel
A relief, vomiting up this mess
Another helping, not a yes
Or maybe something better tasting
Finally this flesh is wasting
But to never be full, sated
Life constantly masturbated
It seems to never be enough
So Fill HIM Up…
Just ClearNot plain
Bland
Or even bottled
Just clear
Not sugary
Sweet
Or even crashed
Just clear
Not bitter
Drunk
Or even out
Just clear
Not powdery
Mixed
Or even dried up
Just clear
Not drugged
Buzzed
Or even high
Just clear
Why not for just one moment
Can I be clear?
Not bored
Or pretend
Lost
Confused
Or maybe even better
You know what clear is
Clear is emptiness
Waiting to be filled
Why can’t I stand the emptiness?
Because you tell me I can’t
For six days I did
I was clear
Like blue sky
An empty mind
My empty life
Just clear
Not anything
What you fill me with
Or even you
Just clear
~Warning Labels~A group, a crowd, and a gaggle
Zombies, mob, or just a rabble
It could even be just one
Nails into a coffin done
Should have seen, should have known
That I would end up alone
All I know that in the end
This is it, death by friend
A woman, reflected, anime
Show a hug then choke away
Or in the bed a tuck a cuddle
Then with my own pillow smother
Warning that was meant to be
Should have died inside you see
Poison or a ticking bomb
No warning son, death by Mom
A girl, with trophy and ribbon
Gold, diamonds, jewels drippin’
Lifted high by many others
Or stomping on her older brother
I can say I wasn’t warned
The moment after she was born
That this life will suck with her
Ugly, cruel, death by sister
A man, pitchfork, and devil horns
Perhaps a blob, without a form
Piles of corpses maybe enough
Or just a figure bathed in blood
An addiction mine and his
Pain and pleasure such is sin
To live in Hell be driven mad
Killed me yet, death by Dad
A girl, so beautiful can’t believe
My eyes grow big; my nose does bleed
Or a girl such bloody art
Her knife which slits a broken heart
I ignore again and again
This addiction, lover’s sin
Show me labels up above
And yet I’ll die, death by love
It Was Life... Just Not MineIt was…
Family and friends
Hellos and goodbyes
Sharing and caring
No need to ask why
They just do
Their blood in the street
Screaming in the night
Memories should haunt
But forgiveness unsought
And why not
It was life… just not mine
* * *
It was…
Fame and fortune
Cheering and jeering
Full and wanting
Yet sated
I needed nothing
But empty minds
With bellies strewn about
Crushed dreams
Broken hearts
And why not
It was life… just not mine
* * *
It was…
Beauty and the beast
Heaven and Hell
Beautiful works
In horrific black
Dark Heaven
Made far to colorful
With entrails
Painted well with blood
Two coats
And why not
It was life… just not mine
* * *
It was…
Boy meets girl
Parties and school dances
Sitting by the pool
And lots of porn
Call it lust or love
Then the bad boys
The pervs, the rapists, and the depraved
Men they were once called
Twenty- four, seven
Any why not
It was life… just not mine
* * *
It was…
Living
Something not made for me
Yeah I breathed I wanted
Yet I never
Because “you” killed me
So when the blood fell
The works were lost
This is Hell
I never loved
And why not
It was life… just not mine
~Pro Prosing One "Man" Knows~Send in the Clowns
Because it’s wrong to frown
To be unhappy
Or maybe just to be
And yet you wonder why
Why do I stay high?
If I Could Teach The World
Maybe tell the pretty girls
That I am not animal
My broken heart is valuable
Enough to pass as human
But if you only knew them
You’d think it’s been proven
That I really am evil
Like some of you Short People
While I turn the page
Imagine the world is a cage
As I reach for the sky
But I’m only five by five
Yet I pretend I can’t hear
Ask why I don’t fear
The fat and bearded ladies
Singing don’t you remember you told me you loved me baby
So Call Me Maybe
Would you call me at all?
No matter how hard I fall
There is only a small mess
Still I have yet to confess
Seeing beyond the Wonderwall
Do you hear The Call?
Of my one man show
Better to forget than not know
Far better to forget the horror
Will you not speak to the author?
Blank stares and The Sound of Silence
After the blood, sex, and violence
Between the sheets
When paper and pen meet
The show must go on
Even if it’s wrong
The First MistakeIt’s not in the second fall
Or even in getting up
The mistake is in first falling
And in daring to get up
That twinge in my hands
Being lifted up by my parents
We all make mistakes
It’s not in that book of poetry
Or those books that nobody buys
The mistake is that first word
And in daring to write it down
That idea that I’m somebody
Taking interesting to mean good
We all make mistakes
It’s not in the girl
Or even in masturbation
The mistake is in that first love
And in daring to tell her so
That idea that I want more than her body
Trying to be someone I’m not
We all make mistakes
It’s not in the lives and deaths of a coward
Or his truths and lies
The mistake is that first life
And in daring to live, if even a short time
A father and son sin
When the daughter is golden
We all make mistakes
It’s not in the sigh, the heave, and the cry of a boy
Or even in his death rattle
The mistake is that very first breath
And in daring to take another
An idea that this is life
How I wish I’d never been born
We all make mistakes
“It all makes so much sense now.She accosted him for shoving his love down her throat and trying to smother her with it.
She had the audacity to get angry at him.
‘It’s not my problem’
'You’ll find somebody else’.
That has to be the worst thing said because now that sentence is like the red flag to a bull.
All he did was try to express his broken heart, handing her fractured pieces and wanting to scratch her throat out with them.
She never listened, she’d never loved. She didn’t understand.
She does now.
She understands more than the universe could ever know. Some force in this world introduced her to love and she fell so hard that her bones rattled.
They come from two different worlds, her and him.
She knows more than he could ever know.
Her situation became far worse than what the situation started out as before.
It all rings like the slow motion in a movie when all of the rain and the sad music drowns your ear drums and one of the characters is helplessly or passionately shouting for their lover.
Calls fall upon deaf ears.
Of know fault but circumstance.
He’s like a drug that she just keeps going back to. She can’t get him out of her head.
She hears him in every song she listens to.
She reads him in every book, watches him in every movie, every TV Show.
He follows her around like a soul sucking entity only without the emptiness. He ignites her soul yet fills it with so much rage and sadness.
The only good thing is, she knows why this happened. It was a lesson she had to learn. The lesson isn’t over, it will never BE over. It can’t be over.
He pulls her to a city that she lusts after. She sees the magic in the city and the magic in love.
When she goes back to the day that as a 10 year old, almost 11 year old, she broke it off with somebody who was just a passing of time. She wished she’d never asked for this in the first place.
She regrets that day collecting her things, she should have just got her things and gone but she had to do it.
She can’t explain how it feels and she can’t understand how the world can just keep turning while she has all of this going on.
Everybody, including him is getting on with their lives but she can’t. She is in a way but she doesn’t have all that she wants.
Wishing for something she is yet to have is no miracle. It’s a travesty, a Shakespeare tragedy.
Could she ever be so bold as to plant a dagger straight in to her heart to tear apart this twisted work of art?”
-Twisted Work Of Art
Courtenay wrote: "“It all makes so much sense now.She accosted him for shoving his love down her throat and trying to smother her with it.
She had the audacity to get angry at him.
‘It’s not my problem’
'You’..."
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Courtenay wrote: "You like? :)"I do, I really do :) but not in a scary I'd married you sort of way ha
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Do you love me, not man, not God, nor lover, or friend and I even look at my dog suspiciously but for some reason I still remember. The Gospel of Hurt… because really what is a heart, maybe I can’t wait for make-believe, or maybe I’m just sick of pining away and yet everyday I find myself in the mirror saying, I hurt myself today. All because I rather like the lie I hear everyday… I love you.The Gospel of Hurt
From the book of I know
As it was written you don’t
Yet these seeds you sow
In the end I won’t
Let you be alone in faith
How I want to believe
That your Jesus will save
Or DVR on my TV
For it is the voice of God
Am I losing my religion?
Aren’t we all a bunch of frauds?
Are we full of indecision?
Wanting to vote but refusing to hope
Because everyday is exactly the same
Wishy-washy, so where are the soaps
Is it ever going to change?
Everything to God in prayer
I’ll ask, to whom you serve
Why… I don’t think it’s fair
But I don’t have the nerve
To pray, to hope, if I had One Wish
Pretending who I am and want to be
Can I tell you this?
No, I sit here quietly
A choirboy without a song
And how I used to sing
Then it went so terribly wrong
One day I had a thing
Living For The Love Of You
Used to call it a heart
Now why is it broken in two?
And before I even start…
Let the church say… Amen
So I join those masses
If I could but… ahem
Still looking through dirty glasses
They say we are dust, those gods
Judges, leaders, even her
Though I may not know a lot
I know that… love hurts
What is the purpose of this breath or the next, maybe a million before, and a million after… honestly each moment as your last indeed? Dying For Breath… because I know so many have, and unlike money, I wonder why I even want them sometimes.Dying For Breath
'Breathe,” it says, “just breathe”
Ask why and how come
As if, it can tell me
All I know is I’m the one
In the expanse of seven billion
Why… it doesn’t seem fair
But I suppose for the children
I’ll tell you the purpose of air
Not to see… suppose it’s not even there
Don’t know if I’m full of it
That I won’t even dare
Though this sin I will commit
Rather than sit in prayer
These words I will submit
Air is not meant to flee
At the start of any battle
The truth is I believe
It always does, so we won’t tattle
Yet no one will leave
We do the job but do we rattle?
Do our breaths feed us?
Talk about the filth and the dirt
Isn’t life just a virus?
An infection, what we’re worth
Holding on, our obsession, our lust
Even at the end of the Earth
You breathe and yet to really be
Your choice to live or die
When it’s you, everybody, and me
Destined for one last sigh
So air’s purpose really…
Is for our goodbye
For there will come a day of judgment
Day of wonders and wonder why
And air is the only substance
Will you live, die or your last cry
I Don’t Wanna Die
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A Whole New World meets Things You See In A Graveyard, I suppose someday the two will mesh at the rate things are going. New World Tours… I am no prophet or real estate agent but as the song goes come and take a walk with me.New World Tours
As in welcome to the desert of the unclear
No wonder I can’t deal
A shattered king, nowhere to start
Perhaps a wherefore art
Some person, some place, something
Of course leading to nothing
Yet I walk and you follow
Will it be better tomorrow?
The light brings its doom
Here I thought you knew
Such wicked by and by
You know the fire inside
Which thus consumed the world
And the tale of the pretty girl
Now I plead the fifth
Let’s get on with it
But what’s left to be done
From a walk to a run
Imagine the moment of extinction
Still I look for distinction
For here I am alive
Wish I could say I tried
Pushing buttons and turning tables
Courageous failure or cowardly able
Because if you lived here
Would that be weird?
You’d be home by now
How would you live… how?
You’re not one of us
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Converted and born again
To die the first time friend
Does that mean I’m not dead at all
Rock bottom… a further fall
Or it could be a climb
This grave is not mine
Though I see the graveyard
Our world’s been torn apart
Are you still unsure?
I will give you a tour
What if you knew exactly how much time you had… sad to say I think most would waste it until the last minute and would only struggle to get more. Clocking A Century… I’m no one to say live life to the fullest, but wouldn’t it be great if we did?Clocking A Century
Do you ask for more memories?
Our lives, long since passed
Or didn’t you just see
What we call a history or a past
Perhaps a recollection of maybes
Whether slow or very fast
We forget to just be
More than thoughts or wishes
Even all the sweetest dreams
It seems that we insist
Yes you and even me
Travel towards what we call bliss
As I said before, forgetting
Like Nick and Norah this could be it
They say only the good die young
And there Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked
But being bad is sometimes fun
Why can’t we all be gifted?
Let us see another sun
I suppose there is a limit
How do we know which one?
While we all are still Alive
Still suppose it’s not fair
So we ask the question why
It takes a death to care
About That Spirit In The Sky
Are you still so scared?
It’s not right… Never Can Say Goodbye
Though they say In Time
A way to say, someday
Don’t we all say “Fine”?
When what matters is today
Not some power great, divine
Just Say what you need to say
“Speak” and you shall find
Perhaps there is not plenty
You can’t see it on your arm
Dare I say it’s elementary?
Live, without the alarm
Worth more than centuries
Copyright © 2012, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
Maybe I give myself too much credit… like everyone has their eyes on me and strangely enough this is what I want, I just want to be the boss. Big Others… may it be everyone or no one, there is someone who is watching me.~Big Others~
How else would Big Brother?
Know, after all, I suppose
It I will never discover
Yet again who really knows
Why bother trying to cover
When my rejection will show
For there is my mother
God-fearing I’m overhearing
Like I don’t want to be smothered
Could she be more endearing?
But will she ever uncover
That her son is fearing?
What I call an Abomination
Why she and husband did create
Such a dreaded fascination
This disease known as Hate
Not love for satisfaction
Suppose it might be fate
They created another child
Some prettier set of eyes
Never once so reviled
Is there a reason why?
The family… how they smile
And the unperson; I am the lie
Still I can find more
Dare I call her a lover?
So many walls and doors
My heart begins to flutter
Piles of clothes by the door
In lust I touch her
Finally there is the last man
Looking back in the mirror
As if that is what I am
Let me be clearer
If you don’t understand
I will help you consider
Watching me, watching you, all of us
Have you seen Big Brother?
There is no one to trust
We are all right under
A misconception of love
Watch out for Big Others
How is it to love in whole… for I never have been and perhaps I never shall but I am trying to learn, I think? Love A Piece… a broken heart, a fragmented memory, hell what was left before this thing called love~Love A Piece~
A piece of her mind
When I would prefer her heart
But where do I start
I think back to another time
Before she was mine
How reason did depart
Now she’s torn apart
You might call it a crime
Can you be so sure?
It can happen any second
Are we all infected?
And there is no cure
Monsters and their blood
It’s a disease… this thing called love
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I can be silent and I can write what’s in my heart but no one says I have to only there’s a part of me that can’t hide how I feel about her at that particular moment. Stiff Warning, I’m wrong if she sees and if I don’t feel it at all I’m shallow
Stiff Warning
And I was doomed because of this
How I was frozen stiff
So when I see you again, not if
You can’t keep me from falling
If only a moment’s erection
Seemed to be forever’s rejection
Why am I forestalling
Wanting to know what love is
But you’re beautiful Miss
Can’t hide that don’t you know
Only I wish I could
Or at least I better
Show you my heart… so
You could break it, you would
Rather, A Mourning of Morning Wood
Since the answer is always… never
To love me like you do
Yet All of Me or at least a part says “I Want You”
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Inspired by: Shinobu Misono… Virgin Roster Shukketsubo, Foreigner "I Want To Know What Love Is", One Direction "What Makes You Beautiful", A Mourning of Morning Wood by Will A Bradford Jr, Ellie Goulding “Love Me Like You Do” Fifty Shades of Grey Soundtrack, John Legend “All Of Me” and James Blunt “I Want You” (Bob Dylan)