April's Fool is the story of John and April Walker, a couple about to celebrate sixty years together. As the clock moves towards December 13th, memories come flying by, but why is it not appropriate to celebrate the occasion?
I took a psychology course about a year ago and we discussed terror management theory, in which people are driven basically by fear of death or dying. I wrote this poem in hopes that readers will begin to feel less scared of death, although I give a pretty in depth description of how scary it can be, and ultimately more excited about being alive
I hit the wall today for the first time since you've been gone, screaming to god what you did wrong.I shouted as loud as I could, asking him why you couldn't see your good.I want to smash every mirror I own, because every time you looked in one, it only made you feel alone.You couldn't see your beautiful, you were blinded by this worlds lies, and for that it's the devil I despise.He took away your sister far too soon, he took her far away, out of this earth, over the moon.I tried to tell you that you'd see her again, up in that bright sky, but in order to do that, you had to die.Call me selfish, call me greedy, but your voice was the only one who could feed me.Now I'm starving for a sound I'll never again get to hear, and now voice mails and videos are the only things that can help me bare, but it's just not the same without you here.I hated to see you cry, but please don't mind, while I do the same, because I can't help but to lose my breath whenever I hear your name.I've spent half my life, saving your hand written letters, and all of your cards too, but my heart wasn't prepared to finally lose you.I knew it would hurt, I just didn't know that it'd hurt this bad, because when I lost you Monday, Tuesday I realized I lost everything I had.Now I'm down here listening to songs that remind me of you, and right now, they're the only ones getting me through.I guess I was one of the lucky ones, because I accepted your faults without reason, and I never once blamed you for leaving.Demons come in different forms, and yours came in the shape of a tiny pill, get the best of you again,they never will.You're finally safe now, and far from the devils reach, now you're collecting seashells upon heavens beach.If you should miss me, hold one close to your ear, so that whenever I say I love you, it's my voice you'll hear.Adele sang that she'd turn black and blue to make another feel her love, but I'd break every bone in this body for one minute up above.I'd use every second to hold your hand, and walk beside you upon heavens sand.We shared a bond that will never be torn, but now it's your chance to be reborn.I'll get mine one day, just not right now, finally love yourself, I hope those angels show you how.So good bye for now, to the mother I adore, maybe one day I'll too, not hurt anymore.
Multiverse of mystery, A story of creation, A multifaceted history, and inflection. Singularities, blackholes, and Star's transmutation. Far beyond light's visible spectrum. Opening the doors to other perceptions. :Transcendance: Gazing through the distance of time, Our singular verse of the mystery rhyme, Eternal Energy has the power to transcend, Death is but a phase transition, Transmutation of our electric mind, into existence absent of time.
More Than a Memory and Less Than a DreamWritten by Brandon BrawnerLet these words help you carry on You blew out the light, So the end could begin;You told me good night, I won’t see you again. The power of your memory,Held the key to rescue me;And the love that we shared,Was the force that set me free;From a changing world I did not knowIt illuminated the darkness that shadowed my soul. When I realized you had gone, A part of me had died;In the morning when I awoke,You were no longer by my side. I can still hear the echo, That you left behind;It carried with it your love for me,And whispered to me goodbye. I hear the song your spirit sings,It soars in perfect harmony;You’ve become a part of everything,As more than a memory and less than a dream. I feel you walking beside me,I believe that you are here;In my heart you speak to me,As I mourn you with my tears. Because you left a love in me,That carries life within its seed;Within this love you carry on,Never to fade or truly be gone. I hear the quiet whispers,As the wind carries you home;The closest you can come to me,So I won’t feel alone. I hear the song your spirit sings,It soars in perfect harmony;You’ve become a part of everything,As more than a memory and less than a dream. Through this change I will find,A part of me I left behind;With your strength I will gain,A way to overcome the pain. Each and every day that goes by,The sun will set and the moon will rise.And it’s in this rhythm that l find,A reason to live the rest of my life. I hear the song your spirit sings,It soars in perfect harmony;You’ve become a part of everything,As more than a memory and less than a dream. © Brandon Brawner May 22, 2005
Nothing was ever normal in 17-year-old Rose's life. She swore things would be different this year, her senior year. No more alienation. No more bullying. No more living a life of a teenage outcast. Her hopes are soon dashed when things take a turn for the worse. What was supposed to be a normal day in math class becomes a nightmare filled with bloodshed. The electricity's out in the school. Cell phones won't work. And there's something that's tearing people to shreds, leaving minimum remains. Certain people are changing. Animals are evolving.