By my sensitivity
I become a stone
The kind unmoving
The one you can’t even throw
Is this a benefit
Because it feels a burden
I do admit
Tag: Emotions
The physical
of doing something
emotionally
I hate the enormous gestures people pass on their foreheads.
© Brandyn Aubrey 2016
We Know
You know what you did
Look me in the eyes
I’ll grip your breast
while I back it up
You know I knew
you did this
Don’t pretend
You know what
you did, you
did this
2.23.16
Life Has Taught Me To Not Reach The Same Reach
Everything in life
told me it was
my fault
No, no, no
I halt before the notion
that my time is broken
like a rag doll so to speak
Life has taught me to not
reach the same reach
11.12.15
Colors Of Amplitude, DJ’s Hue
This pain is my gain
This despair
Will disappear
Into unknown joy so closely
Corresponded through fear
All emotions are inner connected
You’re not black, I’m not white
We’re grey in tones of personality
We’re colored free
10.27.14
Why Do Some People Know Me And Some Care To Not
It makes my heart
heavy and my spirit ache
My guts turn and my head race
Trying to justify
why everyone around me shies
Only to me it seems
What have I done that shifted such demean?
What deeds have caused such isolated reams?
Damn I’m keen to subtleties of energy…
Rocket launching waves of mean, mortal greed
I know I seem plagued with desperate inquiry
Though I’m trying to lead a soul of release
Writing to see the side of identity
To reach a life of soul liberty
Figuring out why everyone
runs from me is a mystery
4.20.15
Carrying Edgar’s Shame
I can’t even write because
my thoughts are too unsettling
No one would understand why
I wouldn’t even want them
to think they could try
I wouldn’t even allow
myself to let them in
My deepest hours
Their response still sour
Mine worth the pain
Carrying Edgar’s shame
7.2.15
If A Poet Screamed Could You Hear?
Like I was sad
no one saw my vision
I half held in contempt my reasons
Didn’t understand why no one held my hand
in meeting my grand illumination within
My dreams are visions and I held ’em so dear
Nothing to fear, though they questioned my sincere
I just wanted to share unbridled and fair
Family and friends, do they see me real now?
Taken years of hard feelings to
rummage the plow
5.12.15
Controls To Belittle Me
I’m not feeding into your petty immaturity
Your countenance worries me
Not worth the plague you
hand over so
blatantly
5.14.15
