Submissions by Brian_Riley96
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm just a pencil without an eraser.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Dec 2017 6:00pm
26th Dec 2017 6:00pm
Nothing after life
I came to see you today but when I looked you weren't looking back
The facetious look you wore so oft had faded away.
In its stead was a weathered marble tablet.
We used to gaze at the stars and ponder.
Instead I now look down to see you.
Here you rest under grass and dirt.
Had I the means you'd have a grand place for your eternal repose.
Alone happiness withers to contempt.
Love then to loathing.
In a world so full of hate I miss your love the most.
The facetious look you wore so oft had faded away.
In its stead was a weathered marble tablet.
We used to gaze at the stars and ponder.
Instead I now look down to see you.
Here you rest under grass and dirt.
Had I the means you'd have a grand place for your eternal repose.
Alone happiness withers to contempt.
Love then to loathing.
In a world so full of hate I miss your love the most.
#love
#rejection
#dark
#UnrequitedLove
#IMissYou
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2017 4:37am
22nd Nov 2017 4:37am
Hurtful Pride
Can you drown without water?
Why yes,yes you can, just try to get a word in.
The only thing I've ever been is what I'm not.
You now see the demon I am in expressing myself.
I see the angel in you for enduring such a pain this long.
Throughout the distant Mists of time we lose ourselves in the frivility of comfort and laziness.
Men and women set in ways that are now second nature.
Poems written every so oft no longer occur.
They were meant as a reminder of my affection.
...
Why yes,yes you can, just try to get a word in.
The only thing I've ever been is what I'm not.
You now see the demon I am in expressing myself.
I see the angel in you for enduring such a pain this long.
Throughout the distant Mists of time we lose ourselves in the frivility of comfort and laziness.
Men and women set in ways that are now second nature.
Poems written every so oft no longer occur.
They were meant as a reminder of my affection.
...
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Nov 2017 00:31am
13th Nov 2017 00:31am
Things that fly away
I caught my first glimpse of them in your car.
It was such a sight to behold.
I believe angels wept on that day.
Because they also knew this was one of those things that felt like fate.
They returned again in December at the mills of Clifton.
People came from all around to enjoy hot chocolate and the blink blink blinking of the Christmas color display!
But not I ! For I was there enjoying every second with you.
Awful strange isn't it? This thing called time.
Stranger still is the thing my lungs do when...
It was such a sight to behold.
I believe angels wept on that day.
Because they also knew this was one of those things that felt like fate.
They returned again in December at the mills of Clifton.
People came from all around to enjoy hot chocolate and the blink blink blinking of the Christmas color display!
But not I ! For I was there enjoying every second with you.
Awful strange isn't it? This thing called time.
Stranger still is the thing my lungs do when...
#PopCulture
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Nov 2017 3:45am
6th Nov 2017 3:45am
The Law of conservation of Love
A hug, then a kiss; that familiar sensation.
My heart skips and my lips tingle.
To kiss you once more would be to walk on the moon.
A hug, such a simple concept, carries more weight than I can fathom
The embrace of dreamers.
Grounded in reality false hopes and expired desires are what we cling to.
It's the law of conservation of mass.
Love, however, is not matter, but to some it does.
Sadder still is the void love leaves behind once it escapes.
Love is the current and heartbreak completes the...
My heart skips and my lips tingle.
To kiss you once more would be to walk on the moon.
A hug, such a simple concept, carries more weight than I can fathom
The embrace of dreamers.
Grounded in reality false hopes and expired desires are what we cling to.
It's the law of conservation of mass.
Love, however, is not matter, but to some it does.
Sadder still is the void love leaves behind once it escapes.
Love is the current and heartbreak completes the...
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals
#learning #LifeCycle
#learning #LifeCycle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Oct 2017 3:23am
7th Oct 2017 3:23am
Returning of the waves
You left me there by the rocks at sea.
once a tranquil and vibrant landscape.
Now bleak, barren and boatless.
The captains too have raised anchor and set sail as have you.
No more shall you peer into my once emerald green eyes.
For they have been washed away with the spray of the oceans powerful grasp.
The beaches are beaten down and to my dismay,
nothing remains as the water swallows any sign of man's existence.
A beach.
Once full of families, sand...
once a tranquil and vibrant landscape.
Now bleak, barren and boatless.
The captains too have raised anchor and set sail as have you.
No more shall you peer into my once emerald green eyes.
For they have been washed away with the spray of the oceans powerful grasp.
The beaches are beaten down and to my dismay,
nothing remains as the water swallows any sign of man's existence.
A beach.
Once full of families, sand...
#sadness
#heartbroken
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Sep 2017 8:53pm
16th Sep 2017 8:53pm
Leaving you alone
You spun my head like a maelstrom
and you kicked my Heart Like a Kick Drum.
I loved what you did to me.
Even a heart like mine shined once, but that didn't make it gold.
See, I wish I could have let you be.
We were inseparable fantasizing of how we'd grow old.
It was too late when I realized I was the worst part of the wrong "we"
and you kicked my Heart Like a Kick Drum.
I loved what you did to me.
Even a heart like mine shined once, but that didn't make it gold.
See, I wish I could have let you be.
We were inseparable fantasizing of how we'd grow old.
It was too late when I realized I was the worst part of the wrong "we"
#love
#breakup
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Aug 2017 5:52pm
25th Aug 2017 5:52pm
When heroes grow old
My father would always shout when he'd ask for a wrench.
He'd say I could never get it right.
The wrench I'd get was never quite the right fit.
He would get mad and we'd fight.
Heaven forbid I accidentally got the wrong drill bit.
I got tired of the yelling and swears.
It all changed one day though.
Now when he gets mad he just shows this exhausted, sunken, face that he wears.
It all happened too quick, but at first it had been slow.
...
He'd say I could never get it right.
The wrench I'd get was never quite the right fit.
He would get mad and we'd fight.
Heaven forbid I accidentally got the wrong drill bit.
I got tired of the yelling and swears.
It all changed one day though.
Now when he gets mad he just shows this exhausted, sunken, face that he wears.
It all happened too quick, but at first it had been slow.
...
#happiness
#LifeAsAWriter
#dialogue #learning
#dialogue #learning
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Aug 2017 3:14am
25th Aug 2017 3:14am
1248 Latham Road
My mind drifts relentlessly back to you.
To a time that my imagination was ever restless.
Childhood, a chance to be guilt free and innocent.
I try to fool myself daily into thinking life can be like it once was.
Struggling to be something I'm not is just ignorance.
Remembrance of what once was and shall never be again
the chains of adulthood drag me further from my creativity.
Memories of "army tag" with my brother and friends
We fought these skirmishes with rotten apples from the back yard, or...
To a time that my imagination was ever restless.
Childhood, a chance to be guilt free and innocent.
I try to fool myself daily into thinking life can be like it once was.
Struggling to be something I'm not is just ignorance.
Remembrance of what once was and shall never be again
the chains of adulthood drag me further from my creativity.
Memories of "army tag" with my brother and friends
We fought these skirmishes with rotten apples from the back yard, or...
#SelfHarm
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2017 4:04am
23rd Jul 2017 4:04am
Stage fright
I'm an off stage struggle
And an on stage fighter.
I am no juggler and I'm not a one nighter.
Put on a mask and by day I lie.
Most nights I hang my head and cry.
Too long a sinner
Just a faithless beginner
Oh I'd rant and I'd rave
I would yell and I'd swear.
I would down right misbehave.
You could tell how ise feelin by the face I would wear.
I told myself I wouldn't go out just then
See, I met me a girl and we got to talkin.
A couple...
And an on stage fighter.
I am no juggler and I'm not a one nighter.
Put on a mask and by day I lie.
Most nights I hang my head and cry.
Too long a sinner
Just a faithless beginner
Oh I'd rant and I'd rave
I would yell and I'd swear.
I would down right misbehave.
You could tell how ise feelin by the face I would wear.
I told myself I wouldn't go out just then
See, I met me a girl and we got to talkin.
A couple...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2017 5:46pm
18th Jun 2017 5:46pm
Swim season
Brick walls and stained wood flooring.
Statues wrestling for attention and artwork that paid dividends with its daily beauty.
And a pool that was a short walk from a choir room.
Both places that gave me shelter for years.
A place to be free deep under water.
That silent refuge from the outside world.
I'd sink to the bottom and smile as the bubbles rose one by one.
Those bubbles were my friends.
I created them with every breath.
I watched as they made the slow ascension to the surface.
...
Statues wrestling for attention and artwork that paid dividends with its daily beauty.
And a pool that was a short walk from a choir room.
Both places that gave me shelter for years.
A place to be free deep under water.
That silent refuge from the outside world.
I'd sink to the bottom and smile as the bubbles rose one by one.
Those bubbles were my friends.
I created them with every breath.
I watched as they made the slow ascension to the surface.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jun 2017 3:58am
14th Jun 2017 3:58am
Life
Do you ever want to cut your wrist?
Drive that truck off a cliff?
You could always give that neck a twist!
Or maybe that sharpie a nice big sniff!
Do you ever want to have sex in a car?
Or maybe get a kiss by the dock?
You know you'll never get that far!
Because your woman likes a jock.
Life is crooked beyond belief.
It often makes you look the fool.
It will try your patience and end in grief.
It will test your calm and you will lose your cool.
But do not falter...
Drive that truck off a cliff?
You could always give that neck a twist!
Or maybe that sharpie a nice big sniff!
Do you ever want to have sex in a car?
Or maybe get a kiss by the dock?
You know you'll never get that far!
Because your woman likes a jock.
Life is crooked beyond belief.
It often makes you look the fool.
It will try your patience and end in grief.
It will test your calm and you will lose your cool.
But do not falter...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2017 10:56am
9th Jun 2017 10:56am
The other son
I'll always be a shadow.
A shadow of who you are.
I'll never be that one.
No, I'll never be you.
I'll always be the other son.
The one everyone forgets about.
I won't travel the world.
I won't impress the ladies.
I'll never have a wife.
I won't have a new jeep.
I'll never have a happy life.
No, I'll never be you.
You have the military and for dad that is enough.
I have nothing.
Nobody will ever call me...
A shadow of who you are.
I'll never be that one.
No, I'll never be you.
I'll always be the other son.
The one everyone forgets about.
I won't travel the world.
I won't impress the ladies.
I'll never have a wife.
I won't have a new jeep.
I'll never have a happy life.
No, I'll never be you.
You have the military and for dad that is enough.
I have nothing.
Nobody will ever call me...
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