Biography of Erin Bryce
Oh how much there is to know but what it is we do that our feeble human minds can comprehend is simply pathetic. I will not run you through this in the traditional, flavorless fashion. I was born, I grew up, nothing happened in my life and I've come to terms with that and so should you.
Erin Bryce's Works:
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF DEATH
it is published on lulu.com, i beseech you investigate it
(in case you care I am currently in a scrutinizing editing process and attempting recognition from a publishing company— my only and terribly sad problem in this is my petty monetary dillema. I have no money. More on this publication thing as it brings its ugly head to light)
Erin Bryce Poems
B-Bmp B-Bmp I can hear my own heart beating In my last and final few
There is no God without the Devil, There is not one without the other. With no acceptance one gains no level. There is no child without a mother.
On seven-eleven in eighteen-o-four Truly his was an odd destiny My dear brother Hamilton did knock on Death’s door And did he ask the opinion of another? No, not of me
The Human Elgin Botanical Garden
Dear deceased Alexander has reached the end of the game The bullet of anger and spite and maliciousness ‘Tis a nauseating pity that I was forced to bear witness This world the future of this country will never be the same
Conceive It Proper
Doctor of man I am nothing in compare to either of their merit Between gentlemen, despicable and more despicable are not worth the pains of a distinction A man here lost his life and I sat by idly, I sorrowfully swear it The ludicrousness of such an honor defense will be here admitted without discretion
His unforgiving egotism was naught but a normal man's dreams Fool, I'd have shot him though the heart if I'd had the chance From my past I've grown deaf to those screams I sent that ingrate to join Death in a final dance
Who'd have thought the day would come? Every man's worst fear come to life The light at the end, this life is done The supposed end to all our strife
The World As It Really Is
My only friend is anonymity, Her elusiveness keeps me going, I hide behind a mask of words, My true face? Never showing.
There is no God without the Devil,
There is not one without the other.
With no acceptance one gains no level.
There is no child without a mother.
Without evil there can be no good.
There is no day without the night.
This concept? Rarely understood.
But knowing the dark glorifies the light.