I just reconnected with someone from high school through Facebook, and we have been talking on and off the last few nights. It turns out we have a lot in common, and we never knew it because, like many friends on Facebook, we hardly really knew each other before. Well, now we do.
People, Dr. Ken has made some recent changes in his life that are going to allow for more artistic endeavors, and I plan on keeping like-minded folks around me for inspiration, and it helps when they're great people like this guy is. Hope you enjoy it.
Monolith
By Brad Burjan
I think
if we close our eyes
really, really tight,
tight enough
not to let any light
in,
we can pretend
that we were
never there.
maybe
we could imagine
that there was never
any bed
where we played with dreams
until we molded them
into ours.
maybe those cities
and towns
that we captured
had no flag, and
we were left
with the make believe.
but it's then,
at that moment
where
my eyelids
begin choking my eyes,
and everything inside
my brain
hurts.
it's then,
when i open my eyes,
and all that i can see
is everything i remember.
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Here's a link to more of Brad's stuff.
6 comments:
I think I'm beginning to figure out why you were crying whilst jogging.
Heff: Yeah, I think you're onto something. BUT, I listened to some "And Justice For All" in the shower today, and it turns out vintage Metallica is perfect for times like these. They never talk about women, unless they were saying, "Your mother was a witch. She was burned alive. Satan's little bitch . . ."
very honored to have made it into the matt swanson, blog...thanks, dude.
Awesome stuff, Brad. Maybe some day I can send you some scenes I've written in this play I'm writing for your critique.
absolutely. send me your stuff anytime, i'd be more than happy to give you my opinion.
Brad: Right on. Maybe I'll start by sending you a synopsis and a rough outline. Actually, that's something I need to do anyway, so that's good. Dr. Ken is going to be on a roll . . .
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