Biography of Brendan Whitman
Im 19 years old and I enjoy writing poetry. I have been writing poems and lyrics for about 3 years now. My father passed away on March 13th 2003 when he was shoveling snow with me and my brother Chad. I was 13 years old, the number seems to follow me around so I like to bring that into my poetry.
I graduated Coventry High school, barely. Not many people in that school believed I could do it, but I didn't do it for them. Never was one for school, but My English teacher Mr. Marc Blevins really inspired me to just do my own thing.
I really don't care if you don't like it or respect it.
Most people wouldn't understand anyway.
Brendan Whitman's Works:
Brendan Whitman Poems
I Wish I Never Met You
this games stakes were too high I realized I could never bet you your where my everything now I wish I never met you
at times I'm possessed by these feelings of self regret blaming things on myself is something that I do best I'm uncomfortably numb the sufferings unbearable this pain and weight to much for words to express
Laid Lies On Her
Its been almost half a year since I laid eyes on her reality became my worse fear then I laid lies on her
See What Understanding Brings
I live a life of sin while I walk through life surrounded by people posing as manikins all these empty promises filled with lies all my unfulfilled dreams now slowly die
The After Life Is Really Becoming More A...
The after life Is really becoming more and more appealing I'm losing control of my life, guilt is more a weight then a feeling my eyes are closed at the wheel so theirs no body steering'
I'm just so tired, I'm tired of hurting all the time tired of searching with nothing real to find, tired of caring and tired of always hearing the same old lines
Write Away My Problems
sometimes I just like to sit and think try to work some things out while my thoughts drift through ink then suddenly it hits then, my stomach sinks
Lifes Become Tough
Life's become so hard its like taking a bullet to the chest its a backwards world and I pray for death with ever minute I have left
Shine Without Envy
I shine without envy I work hard and don't pretend to be the nicest guy with the greatest intentions I don't ask for a lot but
She Makes Me
she makes me smile she makes me mad she makes me happy she makes me sad
Lifes Become Tough
Life's become so hard
its like taking a bullet to the chest
its a backwards world and
I pray for death with ever minute I have left
this Teflon vest useless
when I press the tool up to my head
feel it click, and fill my thoughts full of lead
multiple shots of jack chased by bourbon
I'm left a drunken mess