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Showing posts with label Sentiment. Show all posts
If Only In My Mind
I look into those eyes of brown
and I know there's something more,
the roads that I've been traveling -
the chaos of before,
the mist that chokes my sight and sound
begins to gently fade...
I've stared into your darkest crooks -
and did not look away.
'Cause you're the one
who gives me hope that
there's value to this life,
the reason that
I'm do not fear
those edges of the knife,
you take me to
the only place
where I can feel alive,
you are, the one............
if only in my mind.
I listen to your voice of silk
and I dream of you and me,
I hang myself on every word -
you know that I believe,
I see us in each other's souls
yet I could be without clue...
was not prepared to have these thoughts -
or to fall in love with you.
But you're the one
whose beauty is
angelic in its pose,
whose character is
unsurpassed and
no one can come close,
with you I do not
have a fear of darkness
or the light,
you are, the one............
if only in my mind.
Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written November 2009
and I know there's something more,
the roads that I've been traveling -
the chaos of before,
the mist that chokes my sight and sound
begins to gently fade...
I've stared into your darkest crooks -
and did not look away.
'Cause you're the one
who gives me hope that
there's value to this life,
the reason that
I'm do not fear
those edges of the knife,
you take me to
the only place
where I can feel alive,
you are, the one............
if only in my mind.
I listen to your voice of silk
and I dream of you and me,
I hang myself on every word -
you know that I believe,
I see us in each other's souls
yet I could be without clue...
was not prepared to have these thoughts -
or to fall in love with you.
But you're the one
whose beauty is
angelic in its pose,
whose character is
unsurpassed and
no one can come close,
with you I do not
have a fear of darkness
or the light,
you are, the one............
if only in my mind.
Copyright © 2009 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written November 2009
The Ashtray
For as long as I've had memory -
recollections here and there,
that ashtray was always in your reach
and sitting by your chair.
A reject from the seventies
with odd-green swirls and lines,
truth be told, it's unattractive -
outdated by the times.
Yet this staple of your presence here
holds such strong ties you see,
because of the Grandma that you were
and the love you'd given me.
The only person in my life
who gave me hope and drive,
who wanted me when your daughter
wished I'as not alive.
The one who maintained faith in me
when I stumbled, lost, and failed,
who never lost the confidence that
one day I'd prevail.
When you passed-on the ashtray stayed -
for it was cleaned and kept,
Grandpa had it by your chair
as though you'd never left.
For eleven years it did not move
'til your daughter got the house,
When Grandpa passed she hated it
and wanted to throw it out.
I'll let you know that ugly thing
is not lost in space and time,
the ashtray that was by your chair -
it now sits next to mine.
Original Copyright © 2008 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Included in the e-book, "Walls of Shadow"
Written June 2008
recollections here and there,
that ashtray was always in your reach
and sitting by your chair.
A reject from the seventies
with odd-green swirls and lines,
truth be told, it's unattractive -
outdated by the times.
Yet this staple of your presence here
holds such strong ties you see,
because of the Grandma that you were
and the love you'd given me.
The only person in my life
who gave me hope and drive,
who wanted me when your daughter
wished I'as not alive.
The one who maintained faith in me
when I stumbled, lost, and failed,
who never lost the confidence that
one day I'd prevail.
When you passed-on the ashtray stayed -
for it was cleaned and kept,
Grandpa had it by your chair
as though you'd never left.
For eleven years it did not move
'til your daughter got the house,
When Grandpa passed she hated it
and wanted to throw it out.
I'll let you know that ugly thing
is not lost in space and time,
the ashtray that was by your chair -
it now sits next to mine.
Original Copyright © 2008 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Included in the e-book, "Walls of Shadow"
Written June 2008
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Known in many (albeit small) online circles over the past 15 years, Stone Bryson is a poet, storyteller, and essayist. He is working on various writing projects, and lives what he describes as an 'analog life.' He resides in Jackson County, Missouri.