Brandon McConnell Poems

Triplet coyotes
From the day of their birth
Desired the moon
And all it was worth
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What is poetry more than words
Thought into existence by a writer.

What is life than a mystery unspurred
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One tear
Feelings sincere
The blue sky melts away
The bright sun fades and clouds appear
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Last to the kill,
First to the finish.
Fighting until
The thoughts diminish.
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From nowhere it comes
And to nowhere it goes
A good friend is always around
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The words I want to say
Are ones I hope you want to hear

I am here now
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I drive
My hands tremble
The wheel shakes between my sweaty palms and lifeless fingers
Pressure in my head builds
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As the spectral night begins to creep,
Over the sunlit sky,
The armies of light fall fast asleep,
The victory of dark is nigh.
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It’s winter now, the time has come,
Temperatures are freezing,
Bare hands become quite cold and numb,
With gloves, the weather’s pleasing.
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There is a place I have come to know
Where grief and anger tend to grow
I know well how to reach this place
While venturing though, I leave no trace
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