There’s a blue ball in the gutter
The willows weep amidst the oaks
Drunk street sweepers spreading trash in the air
Abandoned porch swings on hundred year old houses
Blackstrap molasses dripping from that window seal

The Post office is flooded with lost letters of love
The PTA is full of divorced housewives giving the acronym new meaning
The cathedral on 2nd street has been empty
for a decade
The minister can only preach on Sunday’s playing poker sipping on whiskey

Faded hopscotch in rundown school yards
Old man Beetle dressed to the nines for a walk to the donut shop
Laughing girls in pigtails tossing a coin in the fountain
That woman there sneaking a smoke behind the doctors office
What is that strange smell in the air

The asphalt has pot holes screaming murder
Stop signs blushing like lovers on the beach
57’ Chevy is chasing the rabid dog around the square
Rhinestone glasses waitress wins lottery goes broke in sixty seconds
And the pond on Summersby Lane has fish crooning Dean Martin

A police chase down Main st
Same story same time last week
Dirty little secrets of hit it and quit it
Who’s that the preachers wife driving on the wrong side of the street
It’s poison from the power plant on the edge of town

The crab apple tree has leaked mystique
On the bottom of Lake Plateau lives six dead men
And Butchers Field has dancing scarecrows
And the Barber Shop on 3rd Street has chatter that never ends

Peculiar feeling here
The sign at the homeless shelter has been blinking less for years
That house on the corner a double murder suicide
Swept under the rug in the police chiefs house
Don’t mind me I’m just the messenger

Crime rates doubled downtown
Not a dime or a fade penny on the streets
Too many ex lovers chugging medicine at Stella’s Bar
Not enough landscapes or rivers on this side of town
No one here sits on a porch gazing at the stars
Too many staring at the end of a bottle


Braeden – Italics

Stella – Non Italics

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Hunks of rubbish

Scattered bottle caps

Lumps of fast food containers

Dried up cheese stuck to a

week old pizza box

Sour milk and pickle juice

creating a horrid lake

Spread out diseases disperse

like ants and centipedes

Horrifying stenches linger

Ashes expanding miles and miles

Mountains of a monstrosity

Lingering funk travels like a turtle

Baking and sizzling in the sun

Like a junkyard in the desert

Rusty carburetors and mixed bolts

Tossed out old relationships like

last years self absorbed garbage


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Hello All,

I am sure many have noticed that I have not been on here in a while. You can find me on instagram.

I have not posted any new material due to some soul searching and over time you will see my blog change. I am currently in transition and reinventing myself as a writer.

I appreciate all of your support.

Thank you,

Braeden

Exacerbated teeth

Displeased tone

Fiercely antagonized

Resentful up to the neck

Offensive esophagus

Twitching irrationally

Ill tempered and fuming

Provoked by repetition

Inflamed and irritated

Constantly harping

Strapped in defense

Whiplashing an offense

Sore and wrathful

Frozen solid to the center

A fistful of anger

Disrespectful and disregarded

Mouthful of harsh words

A storming outburst

Hanging acid from the corners

Bitter and twice bitten

Open up the wounds

One brutal tongue lashing

I’ve fallen between the snarl and the calm whispers

I’ve fallen between the thin cracks and the hollow cries

I’ve fallen between insignificance and crumbs of emptiness

I’ve fallen between the corners and crevices of brokenness

I’ve fallen between the remains and disguised pieces

I’ve fallen between the torn walls and dreary coatings

I’ve fallen between apathy and a misfit playing in the black

I’ve fallen between misery and torture dancing in my blank eyes

A mouth ajar

Sentimental winks

Rhythmic nod

Affection fluctuating

Tensions vibrating

Rising temperatures

Thoughts circling

Craving touch

Embracing pleasures

Lost in a trance

Clenched hands

Trembling fingers

Love and lust entangled

Chances taken

Fear of the unknown

Risking a silent heart beat

Mended old wounds

Slowly opening up

Slightly guarded

Light bulbs go on

The word living is alive


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Like a sunburn in the desert

skin bright as copper

Peeling the layer of desensitized

anger off with bitter teeth

Lackluster consideration

Wrapped around her centered self

No longer grasping of love

Magenta saliva dripping off

his jaded and reckless tongue

Calm like a silent bomb

Ripped off exasperation

Provoking frustrations

Boiling animosity and tantrums

Scratched and irritated affection

Pecks and lifeless cold shoulders

Struggling to confine the stew

Outraged by the stillness

A piece of mind is endlessly shaking

Exclaimed Hallelujah

Absorbing bullets and ricochets

Snap judgements built

An escape to silence

Tripping in debates

Haunting verbiage circling

like a disco ball in my mind

Waiting to exhale

Cynical metaphors drift

Waiting for your backlash

A born tragedy oscillating

Live wires misguided

Cold shoulder ramblings

Slapstick humor shuffling

like feet on cracked sidewalk

Stuck in the crevice

Misfiring hollow words

Disfigured and demeaning

Wrapped around false claims

A clash of the intellect

Distorted and torn apart

Leaving bits of the wolves

Words ripped at the seams

Waffle always ran in a circle in my room

Waffle always dashed down the steps for the bouncing ball

Waffle always wagged his tail rapidly when he heard my voice

Waffle always sprinted down the hall

Waffle always gave me goosebumps when he barked

Waffle always jumped on me with delight

Waffle always woke me up in the morning

Waffle always kissed me goodnight

Waffle always made me laugh when he ran for the stick

Waffle always made me smile when he laid beside my head

Waffle always gobbled up his food really fast

Waffle always slept on the end of the bed

Waffle always knew his place

Waffle always carried his bone

Waffle always loved his dog house

Waffle always knew his home

Never will I forget your palm

Never will I forget your kiss in the wind

Never will I forget your precious star

Never will I forget the crack in the pavement

Never will I forget the sparkling memories

Never will I forget your endless passion

Never will I forget the missing number from your mailbox

Never will I forget the calm sea in your eyes

Never will I forget the color of your door

Never will I forget the letter I read before you left

Never will I forget your wings of freedom

Never will I forget the faded sign

Meticulous he was

carefully methodical

speaking in monotone

Pulling the rope tighter

around her wrists and

tiny ankles in the

delusional basement

where rodents crawled

As he grinned at her

lifeless eyes

Sounds of pounding

on the front door

“We know who you are”

“We know who you have”

Entryway breaks

As police scatter

Mason’s dungeon

discovering the barely

breathing Melina

No one ever looks at

Buzzard Shadows Row

the same way

All of us thought we

knew Mason Bronson

I love it

when you sit on me

I love it

when you lay on me

I love it

when you sleep on me

I love it

when I see things I shouldn’t see

I love it

when I am decorated with pillows

I love it

when I feel your blanket

I love it

when you spend time with me

Wobbling limbs creep

Staggering blind

Snail like movements

Terrified to stare

into the rose ablaze

Trickling drops

of feathered gloom

Collapsing flashbacks

of serene love

Opening up the

rusty Oldsmobile

Plopping in the

drivers seat

Glancing to the right

Recognizing the sign

Reality Lane

The flood opened up

accepting my faults

No longer wondering

why she stormed out

the hellacious front door

Truth over shadows

the wounds and numbness

She left me

Because of me


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A closemouthed yell

Frozen shoulders

Discolored devotion

Rooms of separation

Constant agitation

No pets and flowerless

Dingy naked walls

A thousand square feet

Once lovers

Overnight room mates

Raised palm

Defining purple bruises

Ocean of tears

Packed bags

Never returning

to Fremont Street


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Cut throat and diabolical

she glared

Submissive and tattooed

she stood

Slippery and rhythmic

she moved

Street lights vanish

Stores shut down

when I hear her name

Insatiable and sensuous

she spoke

Vibrant and provocative

she breathes

Desirous and seductive

she is

Skyscrapers tremble

Televisions disconnect

when I speak her name

Venomous and flirtatious

she struts

Inviting and delicious

she growls

Lovesick and addictive

she kneels

I met her on Waterloo Street


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Swinging side to side

Hopping smooth down Sinatra Lane

Inhaling and exhaling Ol’ Blue Eyes

Tracing the winding road of jazz

Crooning heartfelt melodies

Absorbing the bright crisp air

Hopscotch and miracles glisten

Feeling the polka dots and moonbeams

Dolores falling in love every day

Theatre’s full of baby angels

Lush string sounds vibrating on TV’s

Verses spoken with delight

A joyful never ending jukebox

of happiness in every home

I’ve walked in the house of 10,000 socks

Right in the center of the room was

a checkerboard clock

From zig zag, polka dots, solid and all the colors from the rainbow

I couldn’t believe what I saw and had no where to go

Piles and piles, stacked up next to the walls

Socks everywhere and down the hall

When the clock struck nine it made a rambunctious noise

From the very top bursted 10,000 tiny toys

The socks begin to move and out came the Zentals

I couldn’t believe what I saw, they seemed very kind and all very gentle

They played and played until it was dark

They were very nice and had big hearts

The Zentals were giving and very caring

They had wonderful manners and understood sharing

They crawled back into the socks and turned off the lights

You could hear 10,000 Zentals saying good night!

Gliding into a smog

Pouring firewater into a shot glass

Exchanging gossip over

mixed drinks wrapped around

a mesmerizing saxophone

Overheating remarks on Socrates

Reciting lines from the book of Proverbs

Observing the couple in the

deep chocolate booth sipping

on luscious martinis and chain smoke

to the sound of the rhapsody

Entwined notes and soulful galore

Hypnotized to his shuffling feet

As he sways back and forth

Nicknaming him Jazz Brown

A entertainer in the center of the heart

Playing for thousands over decades

Married to his sweet saxophone

Eyeballing the coordinates

Interpreting and measuring the angles

Shoveled efforts plead cases

in the clay and dim ground

Removed discussions and grief

Presenting facts and disregarding

lethal gut wrenching emotion

Pulling left to be right

Pushing right to be wrong

Winning is irrelevant and misguided

Grazing thoughts of compassion

Understanding points of view

Too much gray between black and white

Indecisiveness stands still

One sided lie

Two sided truths

Equal broken indifferences and shadows