Poetry

These are a few poems I wrote and that I want to share.

This was written about the emotions I feel every time I give a flower or a gift to a girl.

--The Rose--

By Herrick Erickson-Brigl

Green shaft neutral and fane

Darling petals soft and fond

Devils dance on sharp of point

Dreams teeter on hellish tips

Hopes rest on petaled lips

Wishes ride on fears unwritten

A thought and reverie yet unspoken

Can a man give to a woman

Piece of mind through gifted emotion

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This kind of came out of nowhere, but I hope it works.

 

--Unbeakable--

By Herrick Erickson-Brigl

Heart and shatter woven in flame

Passions burn with the forgotten and insane

Fear of life brings joy and sorrow

Known to all, but bound by nothing

Grow to be, what cannot be seen

Know your place, not in the steps of others

But, walking forward, into the light

Broken beaten bloody and tears.

Standing there yet unbeaten

Holding your fear of victory

You are unbreakable

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This was written about a girl I knew a while back.

--Nocturnia--

By Herrick Erickson-Brigl

Ne’er below the surface these things I write

Lovely cupid, red hair in flight

You wake me in the dark

Restless thoughts and lack of sleep

Regret the past my actions deemed

Now you stand just beyond sight

I question what my actions bring.

Can you care for what I feel

Who I am and what I will

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This is one of those poems that is so personal I am hesitant to put it out.  But, I am because I want to share a piece of myself.  It was written when I was in a pretty dark place and I have moved well past it now.

--Drone--

By Herrick Erickson-Brigl

I am so scared and angry, this life I live

Pushed and pressed, I am not this man

This drone is so empty.

No emotion can be found in this prison cell

Break away and be more than expectation

Make something more, to expel emotion

That is what they say

Compelling reasons that hold no sway

I hurt and wonder why I stay

But all I feel is my mind breaking

Is this my dream?  Hurting for just another breath?

Hurt my friends?  Hurt my family?  Hurt my dream?

Why am I here?  Why am I here?  Why am I here?

I feel so ugly inside, 

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 This one was just fun!  I like writing imagery.  

--The evil things—

By Herrick Erickson-Brigl

There are dark things

Far more than just a thought

They jump and skitter

Left and right

You will not like

Their evil might

They will take and plunder

They will rape and murder

Nothing will be left

Of your fallen brethren

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