Biography of Bryan Alexander
In a couple days I am scrapping all these shitty Emo poems and starting over.
'A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse there rhymes are, the more picturesque they look. The mere fact of having published a book of second rate sonnets makes a man quite irresistible. HE LIVES THE POETRY HE CANNOT WRITE. The others write poetry they dare not realize.'
-Lord Henry from the picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde
You could always turn the page....
R.I.P Logan Alexander 1/21/09-5/16/09 You are Loved....
Bryan Alexander's Works:
Bryan Alexander Poems
One Winged Butterfly
Like a one winged butterfly I turn circles in the sky Lost and spiraling down
Lines For A Girl Ive Never Met
Ive been looking but cannot find a soul so incomplete it could be completed with mine
How could I ever capture you in words How do I describe the feeling
fighting this burning my fingers are yearning to twist this blade inside your heart
A Few Lines For The Phillistines
Who is to define what is poetry and what is not
Beloved (3rd Attempt At A Love Poem)
you shake your hair and my dreams fall like arrows shot from Cupid's bow
Angel Of Mourning
I see her face in the shattered mirror of my world and in this moment
For Logan And All The Poems You Never Go...
You have never Loved until you hold your child brand new and innocent
First Attempt At A Love Poem...
be careful with my love not because I am fragile as in the sense of a roses stem
the summer is ending I feel Septembers Cold fingers reaching around the
Going Away To College
Another sleepless night I count numbers and sheep in my head but everything brings me back to you and the smell of your perfume
a cast away thrown from the ship of sorrow swam out into the black sea searching and yearning for land
My Dog (Killian)
today I watched my dog (Killian) jump over a five ft. fence 3 times trying to get to the neighbors tree and bite this squirrel
Life Is Chess Not Checkers
I have not lived but for 22 years I wondered with eyes half open and ears half closed
My head is cloudy
just like the weatherman
said it would be
with a good chance of insanity
I put on my straight-jacket
grabbed my umbrella
and headed out the door