Biography of Brandon Butler
I'm Brandon I'm 20 I've been writing for about 10 years. I'm a musician as well. I play the drums. Most of my poems come from things that have happened in my life. Some of them tell hidden story's in my life like Amazing. I do not include these explanations in the poems themselves. If you would like to know anything about my poetry please fill free to ask.
In recent times my lifes focus has been skew by this world. I've fallin into the matters of only relevence to how I feel and happiness. Now nothing matters and the changes of this time are setting in. I feel in many ways lost though so found. In any light this is my page of poetry. I will forever maintain it, updat it and keep it going. This is what keeps me going. This is who I am. And looking through the works that I have here I feel good about my future.
Brandon Butler Poems
You Can Never Tell
If I had waited if only I didn't leave then maybe we'd be maybe we would have stayed
Four Letter Lie
Singing the song brought apon from thy fawn
Kill, split, hit in the back of the head One shot till dead, For who and only who Being only but you.
In Light That My Heart Is Dead
In the light that my heart is dead. As if cold and broken
Stay The Same
I cant stop this madness i cant stop this pain it keeps hurting why wont it stop please make it go away
Before I Felt This I Felt Love
Locked in the mind of my past Wanting to grow ut feel so alone Not just waiting but searching No closure close to what I need
As I Began
As I began If only I know how to say I’d ask for nothing more nothing less. That love be and will always be
Scent Of Beauty
Necture of diven quench my thirst Filled in glass baneth thy earth Tamed lanes pave scene obscure Laughing in ties blessed by a cure
In an epic The earth is gray Matter weeped, sweat filled
In a sense this world is so veil. So lost if not from beauty. Not gold, not pressious. Old and gray.
Nothing Left Nothing Lived
As if he told her his only hope. 'To be love and be loved by your' Telling the story of My tail-
In a sense I write for nothing. I'm really not doing this to tell you anything. Telling you of the times we once laid in bed Thinking of the end as morbid thoughts spread.
As I write this in vein. Pain stained as insane. To want to have forget, those who move to be wed. The days bring dim cold sorrow. Of only ill dim moons follow.
My Oh My
There in the woods Take breaths as I could I stood with my hood covering
Kill, split, hit in the back of the head
One shot till dead,
For who and only who
Being only but you.
Doing as you do.
By swift degenerate folk,
Who’s only belief is what thieve spoke.
Kill Jews as is,
Never to ask what this is,