A look, a snub, a slander Says you’re not enough A heap of indignation A morsel of love Silent disappointment A rolling of the eyes To never miss a moment To cut you down to size The sadness of a soul Who gives to take away A sigh that’s filled with scorn A heart made out of clay by Richard W. Bray
It’s pretty easy to tell when someone is lying to themself.* But you can never know another person’s truth. And discovering your own truth is an enormous task. The truth that looks you in the eye “No reason why this has to hurt” Tell yourself another lie Compare yourself to other guys “My loser friends are so inert” The truth that looks you in the eye Bewildered every time you cry “I’m self-aware – I’m so alert” Tell yourself another lie Jump off a bridge – expect to fly “Only fools return to dirt?” The truth that looks you in the eye Deception is your alibi “I’m guiltless, honest and overt” Tell yourself another lie Dismiss your actions with a sigh “I never aimed to disconcert” The truth that looks you in the eye Tell yourself another lie by Richard W. Bray *For example, when someone says I don’t care, it usually means they care a lot.
everything that's right i discovered long ago i don't have to listen cuz i already know don't need any facts to show me what's true my feelings are my guide i live my point of view i don't have any need for folks who disagree they're just a bunch of haters but they'll never hurt me i need to stay pure in a very safe space that's the only cure for the human race
by Richard W. Bray
a man-hating woman and a woman-hating man raised a couple kids in a pool of quicksand daughter got away and overcome the sad angry little mama's boy blames everything on dad a man-hating woman and a woman-hating man smells and yells and warning bells forty years of rage and they never even knew they built their own cage by Richard W. Bray
Hypocrisy There’s nothing true In things that people Say and do… wasting all your time until you’re dead living other people’s lives inside your head you might try and live your own instead What a clown That stupid guy His perfect life Is such a lie… wasting all your time until you’re dead living other people’s lives inside your head you might try and live your own instead by Richard W. Bray
Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell. —Emily Dickinson
I heard a funny story I saw a good film So many things I wanna tell you Things to make you smile So many things I wanna tell you Every single day So many things I wanna tell you But you went away I had a bad day I wanted to cry So many things I wanna tell you To help me get by So many things I wanna tell you Every single day So many things I wanna tell you But you went away I pulled myself together Dug out of my ditch So many things I wanna tell you Life is such a bitch So many things I wanna tell you Every single day So many things I wanna tell you But you went away Everything that happened Was better with you So many things I wanna tell you But there’s nothing I can do So many things I wanna tell you Every single day So many things I wanna tell you But you went away by Richard W. Bray
there’s no magic words to protect you from the hurt there’s no magic words there’s just a lot of dirt there’s no magic words to cover up the lies there’s no magic words for the empty in their eyes there’s no magic words just try to stay real keep your people close and take the time to heal by Richard W. Bray
You don’t get to say who I am You can think what you want You can tell your favorite aunt Just remember – I don’t give a damn I’ll keep being me I’ll never fit your fantasy You don’t get to say who I am You don’t get to say who I am You got ideas inside your head You can put them all to bed It don't mean a bucket full of spam I’ll keep being me I’ll keep on flying free You don’t get to say who I am You don’t get to say who I am So just worry about yourself It’s so much better for your health Than talking up a big old mess of sham I’ll keep being me I’ll keep on flying free You don’t get to say who I am by Richard W. Bray
You did not come, And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb,— —Thomas Hardy, A Broken Appointment I guess I just amused you But I felt so much more Wondrous happy singsong Leading to your door A kiss, a smile, a rainbow Aren’t always what they seem Underneath a streetlamp Waiting on a dream Time to face my sorrow Time to live my fate The moon is now descending The hour is getting late Hope, rejection, heartache — My never-ending theme Underneath a streetlamp Waiting on a dream Memories immortal Melodies divine Radiance and laughter A moment of your time A kiss, a smile, a rainbow Aren’t always what they seem Underneath a streetlamp Waiting on a dream by Richard W. Bray
unruly, rambunctious, exhausting and wild there’s no greater love than the love of a child boundless, colossal, extending for miles there is no restraining the love of a child needy and hopeful, touching and mild the heaviest burden, the love of a child investing your marrow, refunded in smiles there’s no greater love than the love of a child by Richard W. Bray
