just illusionSemi-sweet dances of the ethereal
mixed with the magic of ministry
and the silhouette of a dream
once seen, once found.
I walked along the foggy boardwalk
of my imagination,
danced with the past in expectation
of a future together.
We lived that night, that morning
in ways we wanted to forever,
meanings and messages around us,
living, breathing, pulsing within.
The careful obstructions remind us
why we came here in the first place,
who we arrived with and why,
and when we're scheduled to leave.
The mist is clearing, messages too,
and clarity appears like a rainbow,
a concrete sentence of truth
in a sky often filled with clouds.
The dance never ends,
nor the walk through the fog,
but together we know,
the illusion is just.
depression[read slowly if you can for best effect]depression7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your lonely heart keeps beating
despite your absent soul,
as thoughts of greater caring
just leave you less than whole.
The ways and truths of sadness
have emptied from within,
the darkness that absorbs you
is Heaven's greatest sin.
The hole just opens deeper,
the silence never stops,
now all the missing laughter
has left you in this box.
You cannot shake it off you,
the numb of painless pain,
when nothing all around you
will help you win this game.
can ever dry
you never cry.
the tormentThe hope for more than friendship,the torment8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the sideways sometimes wish,
the dream so reoccurring
for maybe just one kiss.
We have a more-than-something,
I know it must be true,
but when I try to find it,
it's lost inside of you.
The mass of thoughts I fight with,
confusion's greatest friend,
I want what's best for someone,
but hearts they do offend.
So am I just a dreamer,
a nuisance and a jerk?
Or am I causing troubles,
Unwittingly some hurt?
I know I should just realize
this friendship is enough,
but that won't stop the torment
of unrequited love.
one missing keyone simple lockone missing key9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
one missing key
our lips would fit
let's tie our love
a perfect bind
one gentle kiss
the sweetest kind
and even if
the worst should fall
I know that you
were worth it all
just take a chance
just be with me
I'll give you all
you want to see
but first this truth
but first right now
just take this chance
just make this vow
to please let go
if just today
to be with me
to fly away
Starlight ShoalsI took a walk down starlight shoals,Starlight Shoals10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Before the sunrise came.
I gathered pieces of shattered souls,
No one but them to blame.
I gave my life for a stranger's strife,
Entombed within the sand.
I wrote my name with a reaper's scythe,
Engraved upon the land.
I waxed and waned above the moon,
Bringing birth to children two.
I watched the twins go out at noon,
Watched one return and one consumed.
I cut my hand and let it bleed,
Too young to dress the wound.
I saved a plant and dropped a seed,
But never saw it bloom.
I ran a mile and doubled back,
Yet never found the start.
I loved a friend and wanted more,
But suffered a broken heart.
I reached for heaven with both my hands,
And the earth gave way beneath me.
I saw a pair of golden bands,
And knew they would deceive me.
I lay in bed on a night for thanks,
Four years and three months ago.
I left the soldiers' broken ranks,
And struck off on my own.
I never asked to be this way,
To walk down starlight shoals.
I'm paying the price we all must
Cross the CloudsI'll call it cloud-hopping, my campaign againstCross the Clouds8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The life I know right now. I will jump and leap,
Strain my legs, from sky to sky I go.
By night or by day, I still feel my feet,
Beating like a heart upon puffs of white.
And if they turn grey, or darker yet,
The wind still rushes by me.
Close your eyes, feel it wash over,
Making your lashes flutter.
Like a dream, you cross over
To another shade of real.
You're here and alive, don't ever forget
What it means to race the wind.
The loss, understand me, is ever-present,
Felt forever. But please, don't reject
A chance to stitch time's wounds.
Get back on your feet, chase your chance skyward,
Pursue it from cloud to cloud.
The thunder may boom in your ears,
The lightning may blind your eyes,
But as long as you keep moving--
Even if you can't move--
You will conquer the storm in the end.
For you are a storm yourself,
Speaking with thunder's voice.
Your tongue is quick as lightning,
And the peace you need
Is at your center.
Cross the clou
A Lifetime AgoOnce…A Lifetime Ago9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I once was happy
I once was happy with myself
I once was happy with you
I once was happy with this world
I once was happy in my life
I met you and everything changed
I met you, and soon I couldn’t be without you
I met you, and I fell straight into the deep end
I met you, and I fell in love
I met you, and you didn’t feel the same
I felt joy
I felt happiness
I felt pleasure
I felt bliss
I felt love
I feel sick.
I feel depressed
I feel regret
I feel empty
I feel broken
But never angry…
I could never be angry at you
I could never be annoyed with you
I could never despise you
I could never want you dead
I could never not love you
I blamed myself…
I once begged a god I didn’t believe in to let me die
I once allowed a man I barely knew to break my heart
I once dreamed that I could never love someone as much as I did you
I once tore my heart from my chest in an effort to be rid of you
I once contemplate
Broken-Hearted BisexualIs it strange that I think he’s cute?Broken-Hearted Bisexual9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it wrong that I think she’s hot?
Ask me a question – I’m not mute.
Is this wrong? Of course it’s not.
Why should I care if I like a guy?
Why should I care if I like a chick?
I think I love him – don’t know why.
It’s time to party – I’ll take my pick.
I love his hair, his boyish smile,
I like her eyes, the way she winks.
I’m in his arms – come dance awhile,
I’m happy, who cares what society thinks.
I feel his chest, the soft tender skin,
Her cheeky grin, her tongue on my lips.
I’m safe with him – I’m lost within,
The flick of her hair, the sway of her hips.
I’m a bisexual; I know it’s hard,
For you to admit I’m not like you.
Society’s disapproval left me scarred,
So get out – it’s time you flew.
I’ve loved a lass,
And I’ve loved a guy,
My heart shattered like glass,
So I guess again I’ll try.
More Than TwoMore Than TwoMore Than Two3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I had but little choice,
I turned from both, as from both I could,
And looked to answer another voice.
This world is too vast to feel confined;
This life too sweet to chew on the sour.
The paths are many for we who are blind
And we must help our soul to see its power.
Talent doesn't come in a box or a bottle,
Goodness doesn't grow on a tree.
But to him who lovesnot too sharp or too subtle
Life becomes unending beauty.
Forever we trudge through the yellow wood
So easily forgetting from where we came.
To think how easy it all could be
If we remembered Life before life's game.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
While thousands of other roads watched and sighed
To know that in life each oughteach should
Will prevent us each time from enjoying the ride.
Sean Patrick Brennan
Waltz.Waltz.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You lay in the confines of your bed.
Your hands they rest,
the outline of your boxers,
How smooth can the stomach possibly be?
How sweet could your essence taste?
Your breathing is regular,
and I know you are dreaming about nebulas.
The clouds that float by with morning are lethargic,
The sun streams in,
and tickles your arms,
as you scrunch up that beautiful porcelain face,
and sigh once more...
Are you holding someone right now?
That frown, I can see it behind that mask.
Your smile you wear for everyone,
How foolish my beautiful dreamer.
You're a mirror..a reflection of myself.
I've danced your dances all the way to Hell,
but to of had a partner like you...
I wish we met sooner back then when I fell...
Waltz me back to night.
Around, and around we fly...
Carousel this heart,
and make me feel the things I have lost so long ago.
My lost chambers.
Can you unlock all four?
deviationsThe mustache and the hanger slept together. She found him too hairy and he found her too hung up all the time.deviations6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Distant laughter tells a story I'll never know.
Tortoises can swim sometimes. Don't ask them to drive a car though.
He smelled of bacon and creatures who once weren't bacon.
Underneath the surface of the water, the fish looks up and makes faces at the unsuspecting fishermen.
Sometimes the sound of an approaching car sounds like a wave about to fall over me. I duck but then there's just a car driving by a sad man with his hands up over his head.
I wonder if you reversed the propellers on one of those old airplanes if it'd start flying backwards.
Facebook is neither a face nor a book: comment.
It's not that I forget to charge my phone. It's just that my phone doesn't yet have a perpetual battery. [note: this line could be prolific...no wait, that thing where you predict something...that]
Hold on. Another wave? No.
I think there's
The Last Cup of CoffeeThe silence was measured and concise,The Last Cup of Coffee10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
metered out evenly like a pro,
reasoned to the exact syllable
They'd tried to work it out,
find solutions in the darkness,
but the more they did,
the faster it all slipped away.
First came the boxes from the attic,
then the receipts for van rentals,
and no part of either of them
seemed to care.
Still the pain floated thick like fog,
in the ways they whispered their good mornings,
in the easy footsteps they took
to avoid one another.
The last time they ever saw each other,
really looked into the other's eyes,
was in the reflection of that final pot of coffee,
waiting for the brew to finish.
A Lonely CorrespondenceI write these letters to a friend,A Lonely Correspondence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To whom I know I'll never send.
They number now at twenty-four
And blanket nearly half my floor.
Some are crumpled, others straight;
Filled with words I never say.
Each begin with a salutation,
Neatly masking desperation.
Then a verbose apology
As to why you've not seen me,
Followed by a silent cry
for someone that I can confide
And ending with a single tear,
To have that someone always near.
Signed, "Sincerely" and my name,
Then thrown away and written again.
A Leprechaun's PeaceI wrote the below poem on March 17, 1997, when I was smack in the middle of a long bout with clinical depression.A Leprechaun's Peace9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Green and lifeless he sits and broods,
the lonely, angry leprechaun.
Upset no more at others' moods,
he rests like night awaiting dawn.
There was a time when gold was his,
before he lost his senses keen,
but now that gold is gone amiss
and only guilt is on the scene.
He's hurt too many hearts to count
and all have seen his shadow's face.
‘Tis now the time his horse to mount
and seek the road to mend his ways.
With arms outstretched he seeks the peace
of hearts forgiving but untold.
He's seen a light of healing ease
calling from yonder spectrum gold.
"It's here, I'm here," it seems to say,
yet no where can the green man find.
"Where are ye, spirit, calling from?
If not here, are ye in me mind?"
No answer did it give this time
but only echoes his address.
At once he knew: the peace to find
was hidden in his soul at rest.
HOPEHopeful wishes wandering about in your mind, whileHOPE2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Outside, the world continues moving, monotony
Piling itself all around you, yet
Everything urges you to break free
HOT AND COLDHatred breeding hatred deep inside my mind's eyeHOT AND COLD8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Overtaking any and all notions of a peaceful resolution,
Taunting me into a place of which I can't break free
As if by Magic, it fades away
Neutralizing the fire brewing in my heart,
Derailing the intense anger in a puff of smoke... For now
Crippling me again, the cumulative rage continues to
Own my very thoughts, making them as
Lethal as the tempered temper I
Dread breaking through.
Life is the UnexpectedSome dreams are not worth dreaming,Life is the Unexpected6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
some hopes too high you'll learn,
for life is the unexpected,
the surprises at every turn.
No good times to bask in
or bad times to hate,
no chance for "chances are"
when fortune's left to fate.
Life is truly what comes to us
amidst the good times and bad;
life is the unexpected,
the dreams we wish we had.
Pray to the unseen Dreamer,
the one who holds our cards,
the one who brings the smiles
when life just seems too hard.
Wait for a perfect day
and make that high-stakes bet,
seek your highest dreams,
and life is what you'll get.
But don't stop dreaming, dreamer,
for the life that "might have been".
Dreamer, just remember,
the unexpected always wins.
--Sean Patrick Brennan (3-10-99)
(slightest of slight edits on 6/27/13)
Reflections on the fourth day of JulyInside the still center of awe,Reflections on the fourth day of July5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wake up and gaze all around,
following the flight of the birds,
their joyfully light chirping sounds.
The bright emerald green of the grass,
and the wave-like flight of the bees,
reminds me to sit and just watch,
to float in the gentle warm breeze.
The flag on my neighbor's wide porch
billows in the air like a sign
that all which is written today
and all this before me is mine.
Perched in the middle of summer,
I walk through this day light as air,
and I know these moments are all
the product of peace that we share.
ForgottenMy heart like shattered glass lies broken,Forgotten9 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The fragments pierce my lung,
I grasp for words unspoken,
for feelings left unsung,
my skin it feels so cold,
why don’t I feel the pain?,
my bones they feel so old,
the steel against my vein,
perhaps in crimson tides,
will you remember my name
Watercolor PainWhen you have no reasonWatercolor Pain8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To keep track of time
Everything you know
Seems to blend together
On printer paper
So instead of watching the clock
I number the stars
That fall from my sky
And instead of counting the sunsets
I measure my days
By the decay of my flesh.
And I know
With each freckle
That I peel from my skin
I drop a dot of pain
On the sidewalk
And with each eyelash
That falls from my cheek
I take another step
Away from the past
And I know
With each rise and fall
Of my hollow chest
An ugly memory
Fades from the white space
Between my temples
And with each tear
That rolls down my face
The thick weight on my heart
Eases its burden
Ever so slightly
And I know
With each day that passes
I come a little closer
To the moment my blood
Finally stops flowing
And my heavy eyelids close
For the last time
And the moment
When the remainder
Of my agony
Escapes my restless soul
Beside my final breath
I Am A Warrior (Level 23)I am a warrior, a noble woman, defender of the land.I Am A Warrior (Level 23)11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My bow is at my back, and my steel within my hand.
Many call upon me, and to my honour I am bound.
I hunt treasures in the hills, just waiting to be found.
Many fellows band together, and I fight now at their side.
One for all, and all for one, together we shall ride.
Oh, wait a sec. My mom is calling. I'll just be /AFK.
It's a pain in the butt that she has to go and interrupt my day!
Ok, I'm back! Where were we, guys? At the Goldshire Lion's Pride Inn?
I just gotta sell some stuff, then the adventure can begin!
I am a warrior, undefeatable, and stalwart through and through.
The day a man should challenge me, they shall forever rue.
Throughout the Elwyn Forests we make our knightly quest.
And until all boars are slaughtered, we shall not take our rest.
Goblin-Kings and Black Rock Orc spies, we have many slain.
Our passion for our venerable duties; no, it shall never wane.
Oh, shoot. My supper's
DistractionI wrote this at work today. It started off very strange, but seemed to become a rant about how much distraction we all have in our lives, keeping us from hearing the true melody of the universe and of the divine. At least that's what it means to me. This was basically me just typing away on the keys and letting whatever come through. I highly recommend you try this type of exercise yourself. It's sometimes chaotic, sometimes comic, always cathartic.Distraction2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Started: 3:30 PM
Sugar highs and dancing rainbows of keyboard lust and memory wired filled with angst of nothingness mornings. Listened flowing silently silenced but too, too loud the din around me. Cannot keep from getting distracted, annoyed, hindered by the din, the den of wolf-like botherers around me. Understanding the words, the sentences, the paragraphs, the pages, the chapters, the books, the tomes of every fact that still doesn't explain it all.
The day the angel told meWhen clouds began to partThe day the angel told me8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on that rainy April day,
an angel I was praying for
appeared to have his say.
I didn't see him coming
and I didn't see him land,
but the earth began to shake
when I felt him take my hand.
The message that he carried
was whispered in my ear
with loving grace and beauty
and vanquishing of fear.
Though only here a moment,
his love for me was great,
and the words he gave to me
were more than I could take.
The soil shook beneath me
as the angel took his leave
and I was left with wisdom
far greater than belief.
He gave me just a few words
so solemn but so true,
a sentence filled with meaning
I now can share with you:
"Give all you are to others,
be God to all who yearn,
for only in the giving
will truest love return."
The Saddest OneTen thousand tears crest the faceThe Saddest One1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
of the man whose love was scorned.
Ten thousand more fill the place
where his hope and joy were mourned.
Investments of his time each day
were never fully bound,
and patience slowly found a way
of pushing him around.
A tower of unceasing love,
another of unfailing peace,
ten more seemed more enough
for life to make a feast.
But the dream undid him from the start,
the wish unfolded with each try.
For all the hoping of his heart,
it couldn't make the dream not die.
Time suspends and towers fall
as all the bridges burned,
and the saddest one of all
is the love that's not returned.
Spinning Our SecretsI cried today.Spinning Our Secrets10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I shed true tears.
I cried in a way
I haven't in years.
To be sad, I know,
Is how I've been.
To be glad of snow,
And trees so thin.
I remember dearly
What it's like to smile.
I remember nearly
When I think for a while.
When you look at me,
Do you see my face?
The face I free
I have dreamed of you,
Within my mind.
I have screamed for you,
Without a sign.
Succumb, or suffer,
Is there truly a difference?
Shall I form a buffer
To make an inference?
Do not deride me
For being in pain.
Do not deprive me
When you have no gain.
We are spinning our secrets
Until they spiral unheard.
I am pinning my weakness
To the wall, inferred.