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| Brian's Poetry Corner |
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| Welcome to the Poetry Corner at Brian's Studio All the poems found here are selections out of my own stash of poetry I have written. Enjoy and please respond with your own poems you would like to see here or to tell me what you think about my work! |
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| All poems under copyright, 2000. |
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| The Jonah Of Me Bitter toward you. Sickened by me. Thoughts I want to vomit from my mind! I'm Jonah in the sea, Turned to and fro; Lost trying to find my way . Want to cry but eyes are too tired! All these things... myself I mentally slay! Can't run away anymore, Can't lock myself behind this door. Need to come to face the frightful truth; Face the avalanche, before there's more! |
| Girl Met her in an institutional cell, Claims of stories of hell to tell! Listening to the details in a grease pit, It seems her reasoning seems to fit! Try to communicate my vision of truth, But blurred edges with her past proofs! Like crystal my mind this concieved, Open but closed off, data recieved! A lady of mystery and intrigue. A mind's enquiring eye looking to see, Meetings with some bring us to learn, When the road forks, which way to turn! |
| Wet Metamorphis On cold tiles rest an arm! In this porcelian chamber, there's no harm. Steam with water mix to fill the air, But wrinkled epedermis doesn't seem to care! Fetal in this puddle lay! Mirrors obsessions of the day! Eye's cloud to create stained glass. As spraying stops, these feelings pass! |
| Awakening I think I've been in a deep sleep... Most of my life! I just woke up and found all things new! Eyes sealed shut hurt but want to... Welcome the light! I noticed just last evening, as crystaline drops... Poured from the sky; THeir alot like my dreams, a slavery of slumber! Watching them splash the asphalt face bringing out... Invisible evils of death! These old sheets with feather friends no longer... Hold my satisfation! Why would I sleep when I've been renewed? Light a match, throw back my head, laugh, and burn... These linens of death! |
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| Good Feeling It was a good feeling, To feel the butterflies, To fall so hard for someone. Such a good feeling , Seeing forever in another's eyes! To feel the fall of love! But that's all it ever was, just a... Good feeling! |
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| Beautiful You Masking, painting self but why? Becoming a butterfly in a cocoon. An empty shell of a snail. The creation of beautiful you! |
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