poetry

Absorbed

Out of my silence,
broken spirit
uncovered...
Comfortable,
hiding,
          running...

Absorbed by
wistful thoughts
of recondite dreams
assimilated by
    people,
      religion,
         words,
             thoughts,
               decisions,
                  and
                     deeds...

Disengaged by silent thought
inquiring minds want to know
in the next edition of
who's doing what and where
and who is your mom and dad?
Wouldn't you like to know...
pass your judgement on the names
you hear
cause' you did the same damn
shit when you were young...
Fucked up......
not just you
but me
and those across the street
Hypocrites
ALL of us
waiting for
a moment
to make
ourselves
feel
better.............

Untitled

time
is
creeping

As winter is peeking in
surrounding creatures of comfort
laughing as they bundle in coats
Refreshed by a change
an amazing transition begins
from swimming pools
to fireplaces

Time

Excess energy or rage,
either way, it is something
so right
or wrong........
still growing
larger
or smaller
depending on what day it is,
tears or smiles
doesn't matter
laughter or screams
of rage
it's all the same
to me...
to you...
to us...

Growing stronger
No!
growing
weaker

today...
tomorrow...
forever...

Or...

� Memory Brantley 2002

Writers Block
silent mind
vacant thoughts
motionless
paused...

� Memory Brantley 2002

Wondering
I have lost myself
in wandering
I have discovered
more than I realized
through losing myself
i have found myself
in dreaming
i have hated myself
to uncover how
i feared myself
in darkness
i found light
and in light
i have found
heaven
after trodding through hell
barefoot
i have found i can't rest
til I get some sleep
and i can't talk
i seem to scream
I have found peace
is hard to find
and I can't seem
to reach the clouds
in the sky
I have found
too often
a wish that I could
die
and now I know
it just takes time
I have found
I know nothing
and nothing knows me
I have discovered
a vision unwinding
and I can't decide
I have found
like everyone else
I'm just here for
the ride

I Have Found

Flooded
overflowing
draining
released

Passion

� Memory Brantley 2002

Cutter

Damaged little girl
carries her scars
some in her heart
some on her arms

It used to feel better
to feel the blood flow
so she'd cut and bleed
to let it all go

never been taught
to deal w/ the pain
don't let it out
just find the right vein

� Memory Brantley 2002