The Poems of Brady Marek by Brady Marek, Harley Ann Aldridge (essential books to read .TXT) 📕

-_- ME

 The truth is I cannot trust,

Trust the ones I love,

There is no trust,

No trust, no truth,

No truth, no honor,

No honor, no life,

No life, no love,

No love, no soul,

No soul, no body,

And with no body and nobody all I have is me.

   

-Brady Marek

Sweet Dreams

Oh, blessed sleep bring dreams of such sweet to thine soul. Refresh my spirits and mend my heart. Oh beauteous divining, let my eyelids drop and my mind dream. To the holy ones who give me rest, I thank you. ^_^

 

 

-Brady Marek

Emo kid and Kool-Aid

Oh sweet ambrosia! As I press thee to thine lips I feel as if I lie in heaven whilst I know I be in hell! But thou's soul is as a liquid which only flows away thou, sweet, red water thou! DOESN'T THOU WANT TO STAY WITH ME?! Will thou take but a moment before thou seeps away?! Fine! leave me be in my dark pit, but one less who cares... Oooh yeah!...

 

-Brady Marek

Lies

Told by the ones I love,

A part of everyday life,

Too used to them,

Who should I love?

Who should I trust?

2 paths for each,

only 1 to choose...

 

-Brady Marek

Drinking from this cup

You drink of the cup of sorrows past as if it's a full wine glass, you never knew when to care, too blind to the truth, you were never there

 

-Brady Marek

What you should've said

To feel the pain of the words left unspoken is to feel the shame of the unforgiven. to feel burns of lost time and possibilities is like the stinging of the arrow piercing the breast. Worlds could've been saved and lives made new. There instead lies the torture of what you know could've happened that did not. Pains of heart and soul, left agape by the large hole. All the shame and pain may be averted... Just say the words left unspoken...

 

 

-Brady Marek

She saved me

Every night I pass knife through flesh,

Trying to see how any of this can mesh,

Just an outcast in my personal hell,

I'm writhing in pain, you know it well,

No one to care, no one at all,

 Day to day I haunt each hall,

They say I'm only a freak,

As a grin spreads across cheek,

Every now and then, a bottle of pills,

Trying to always find the thing that kills,

I hate the world that killed me,

If only one day they could see.

Sitting each day at lunch alone,

Then one day she sits so close, alone,

this girl of pure beauty and grace,

Looks at me with a smile on her face?

Everyday since she sat beside, And one day, our feelings couldn't hide...

Twelve months later and the pills are gone,

I've never felt alive for this long,

I owe it all to a beautiful girl,

Who is now more than all my world.

 

-Brady Marek

This monster

fire burns flesh, a monster made,

The birth of evil, the innocence fades,

Desire for death and a bloody lust,

Lures them in to betray their trust,

Teeth sink into neck to feed,

And the shadow fills it's need,

one who was once sane,

Lives life only to maim,

So turned man into beast,

So turned on man to feast.

 

-Brady Marek

This life

Sitting on the park bench,

A little boy alone,

A girl with braids,

Sitting beside him,

Little Boy: Wanting to die,

Little girl: Wanting to talk,

With each passing moment they both grow tense and suddenly the little girl places her hand on his...

They are friends.

As life goes on and they both age to teen years, the boy's mother dies.

Kneeling alone beside her grave,

A scarred and forsaken teen,

A girl with a heart,

Standing beside him,

Young boy: Wanting to die,

Young Girl: Wanting to help,

When he begins to weep she turns her back and pretends she didn't hear a thing. After the service she walked him home to his drunken father. The young girl places her hand on his and they become inseparable as the years pass. The girl tries to become a cheerleader.

Crying, defeated, in the hall,

A girl alone,

Walking up to her,

A boy with black clothes,

Girl: Wanting to die,

Boy: Wanting to heal,

As she is crying he holds her in his arms and places her head to his shoulder and lets her cry it out. As she goes to tell him what happened, their eyes meet and they stand alone, in the hall with just each other becoming lost in one another's eyes.They become a couple and stay faithful as the years go by.

It is their wedding day.

A man in black,

A lady in white,

Man: Wanting to live,

woman: Wanting to love,

As the minister begins to read their eyes lock and they feel the warmth of their love. He says "I do" she says "I do. They are happily married. As the years go by they have a healthy baby boy but the mother died from childbirth.

A man alone,

A baby boy,

Man: wanting to hold,

Baby: wanting to be held,

He holds his last love with such tender care as he rocks back and forth in his chair. He is a proud father... Missing his wife.As the years go by, the man raises his son with all of the love in the world. The boy graduates.

A father standing in a crowd,

A young man,

receiving his diploma.

Father: Wanting to laugh with pride,

Young man: Wanting to see where his future goes,

More years go by and the man becomes old and his son becomes married and has a child. The man is shot in a store robbery buying his grandson his first BB gun for when he's older. The man raises his son and tells him stories everyday of how great his grandpa was.

A man,

Standing by pearly gates,

A woman,

Holding his hand,

Little boy: Wanting to cry,

Little girl: Wanting to hold,

The boy and girl are now together forever to love each-other for all of eternity...

 

-Brady Marek