Tag Archives: Remorse

Y.O.Y.O.: Y.ou’re O.nly Y.oung O.nce

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Your youth is such a priceless treasure…
…don’t waste it on a worthless pleasure…

…If you so chose, to just let your desires run loose…
…you don’t get 2nd-chances with youth, you’ll lose…

When you dwell within the days of innocence’s bliss…
…don’t be deceived by the Devil, as he blows a kiss…

His lips are a dank, dark, toxin, which spews a harsh odor, from his twisted, doubled, tongue…
…he means to deceive us, when we 1st approach maturity: it’s easiest to misguide the young…

…Youth is the state of Life that our Lord allots…
…when we value & use it wisely, we can do lots…

…However, when we follow the crowd, chasing possession, power, fame…
…we’ll end up looking back, years later, regretting what was done in vain…

…From 10 to 20 & from 20 to 30: livin’ wild, rachet, carefree, dirty…
…from 30 to 40 & from then on you’re washed-up: no longer pretty…

You chose to do you; yet, deceived & oppressed yourself…
…only on your deathbed, do you realize Life’s true wealth.

Gareth Bryant/2014

 

I am the Monster under the Bed!!!

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When the Sun drops down & the Night has risen…

…My claws spring-out, my heart cold, eyes crimson.

I always wait for the Twilight…

…it is the best time to strike.

Underneath the beds, of all those whom fear me…

…They know that I’m real, they understand, clearly.

When I attack, it’s as though I’m Lightning…

They can’t even scream, I’m so frightening.

I lurk within the hallways & stairs…

…So afraid of me, they walk in pairs.

As I chase, causing fear, terror, as well as despair…

…I roam, from home to home, I’m a true Nightmare.

As I yell & howl, as if the Moon were full and at its brightest…

…I cause descent people anxiety, me being their trial & test.

And, then, I awake, just before the Dawn breaks…

…I rush to the bathroom, wash my confused face.

Everyday, this occurs, I’m actually my own Monster…

…Every night, this constant image, I’m my own horror.

This is my punishment, for me causing good-people pain…

…For not caring for others, no consequence, only disdain.

It is my fate, to be a living nightmare, that people hate.

It’s what I get for living crooked, as opposed to straight.

Gareth Bryant/2013