BrettNotGreg

Joined October 2017

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Thirty-something creative with a wide spectrum of interests.

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Lights Out!
The humming and rattling of the old ceiling fan turned up on high so perfectly compliments the medium-depth of darkness that surrounds my very presence.
By BrettNotGreg6 days ago in Poets
Anxiété
A loud noise, the look on someones face, a crowded room. I can’t breathe. Walking on eggshells? No. I am the egg. Fragile, and very quickly coming unglued.
By BrettNotGreg10 days ago in Poets
On Drifting Away…
I have left your line of vision. You’ve taken off without looking back. A final decision. Perhaps we’ll meet again, both of us different,
By BrettNotGreg22 days ago in Poets
They Said/They Said
Mom, dad… I’m a little confused. About what? Yes honey, what’s the matter? She is a girl, he is a boy, but they do not define themselves as either.
By BrettNotGreg26 days ago in Poets
Your First Name Is My Middle Name.
Thank you for showing me what it was like to love… I mean, like, really love. Even if only for a brief moment, I remember feeling whole.
By BrettNotGreg27 days ago in Poets
A Constant Belief…
One of these days, poverty will not be a part of every pay period. Eventually, everything will become exceedingly easier. Without a doubt, the words I have written will win me wonders beyond my wildest fantasies. Wealth, even.
By BrettNotGreg28 days ago in Poets
Remembering…
I haven’t forgotten About the crowd, or the bartenders girlfriend who hasn’t seen me in a while. I haven’t forgotten about the awkward exchange with the Uber driver once I entered his car.
By BrettNotGregabout a month ago in Poets
Blocked
Unable to capture any kind of motivation. Nope. Today I lack creativity. I’ve tried seemingly every remedy for this. Nonetheless, I cannot shake this block.
By BrettNotGregabout a month ago in Poets
Idle
To wait is to suffer. To exist in stagnancy is an act of misery. I write in hopes to uncover the reason behind this state. This sensation of impatience makes no sense to me.
By BrettNotGregabout a month ago in Poets
The Questions Remain Unanswered
I stare at the massive collection of your bones, meticulously organized to paint your image, and I’m struck with further curiosity:
By BrettNotGregabout a month ago in Poets
Shade
Today, like so many others, was that spot underneath the trees on an otherwise scorching venture. Ah, yes. Today, I caught my breath, wiped away the sweat, and drank my water.
By BrettNotGregabout a month ago in Poets
Extreme Wanderlust
How I long for a temporary escape that takes me away from this city. A journey to a different time zone, where things are not so familiar.
By BrettNotGreg2 months ago in Poets

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