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Pleasantry of Pageantry

Pleasantry of Pageantry

“Friday again” My mind utters Already making my way To the bar I’ve allocated For friends and I to play And experience all things fated In its halls; loud and cluttered . Reintroduced to calmness My tongue drowned in suds Hands wish for one to caress As my heart slows its thuds . Surely, an...
True Form

True Form

I saw her again, last night, As I slept. Unlike any time before   In all previous visits – She annexed my mind with incomparable beauty, Yet completely unattainable to me.   This time, however, she was atrocious. Yellowed eyes, blackened teeth, scaled skin, Patches of dead, colorless hair strewn across a mangy scalp. Her...
Silent Scrutiny

Silent Scrutiny

I never will find comfort in this silence Where my every step is amplified No voices but stares cracked from eyelids And ears that do listen whilst their figures hide How is it possible to be scrutinized by relative ghosts That may breathe just as I do yet inhabit separate realms They do not eat...
Belonging

Belonging

Eyes open to obstructed skies Not quite scraped, but somewhat hidden Sunlight bends and shifts Through glass, steel, and pavement Merged and stacked to hold our lives   Eardrums quake to the energies Of all things near and far Folks, creatures, and contraptions alike In continual motion All tending to tasks unrelated   Both above...
N.exile.Y

N.exile.Y

Giant buildings slowly shrivel to dwarves As my distance from them grows Their unending sounds and blaring lights Are deafened and dimmed by the tunnel As it siphons me away   Through the tunnel and over the hill The air thickens and is made visible The land appears craterous and dead No pedestrians to be...

There’s Too much Space

There’s too much space around me I swing my arms to circles Dart in any direction Without obstructions Without connections This vacuum of freedom Is a cage of solitude I move & move Devoid of progress With no right way to go There’s too much space around me Author: Brad Williams Visit Brad's Website -...

Wrong Jungle (True Story)

It had been a long night in Brooklyn, New York. I was out having some late-night drinks with a few friends at a bar that was much farther away from my neighborhood than I usually care to venture. But it was Friday, and I was content to be anywhere outside of my apartment with enjoyable...

Sang

Friendly, Not the nature at all. We lie, below a line that’s drawn. Hard, Difficult, and not with ease; We are exactly– Where you said we’d be. But now I’m fading quickly. Heart and mind losing density. Ignore the signs of destiny. You: the worst, Brought the best in me.   Author: Brad Williams Visit...

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