constantly haunting.

its constantly haunting
how you keep me wanting
the smell of you still lingers
i feel the tips of your fingers
you're dancing in my head
and we're dancing in my bed
can we take this to the street
drowning out our hearts beat
watch my feet and follow
between the trees and the hollow
we are both safe here
whispering what we want in our ears
can you feel my hand in yours
the feelings rush in and pour
i feel your breath on my chest
and your breasts behind the dress
lit by only moonlight
i can only see your eyes
and feel the supple in your lips
as we press together to kiss
everything has come to a stand still
and i have lost all my will
i seem to be dancing with a ghost
you're disappearing and i'm the host
thinning away like water
the burn you left is getting hotter
and now i'm just left with this scar
i'm in the passenger seat of your car
the radio is still on
everything feels so wrong
why does it have to be this way
i'm not feeling wanted enough to stay
i'll just head down this dim lit road
with no where in mind to go
drenched in pain
being washed away by the rain
zip up my jacket with my fingers
the smell of you still lingers
its constantly haunting
how you keep me wanting.


-N.Bryant

her pose

i want to cap our times
put them in a jar
and never see your lips again
putting any thought of you in the dark
you say its different now
as you push away
the site of you makes for difficult
just the way you move
has me running for the hills
baracading myself in
and swimming in pills
just the way you talk
has me up with no sleep
back and forth
tearing up all the sheets.


its you. look away.


-N. Bryant

no more nagrom

she doesnt mind
cause i'm doing the kroke 
like it aint no joke
stuck on escalator 
with roller skates
and no brakes
she just smiles
and destroys life
hand me the knife
this needs to stop
at all costs
with no cops
there is tons on
this brittle plate
ready to crack n break
why cant we go
back to being kids
who didnt know fists
but no, you need this
addicted to this scene
by any means
your face is red
the doors are slammed
relationship is jammed
what more do you want
i'm already on the knees
until they bleed
on the phone
as you scream
who is she (jealousy)
with your vacant stare 
no color in your eyes
you cant even cry
i will always wonder
who the fuck are you
black hair in a marni suit
never knowing what you want
arguing for nothing
with all your huffing and puffing
always wanting your way
never budging an inch
the definition of a bitch
always off
with a stiff upper lip
show me the cliff
cause if this is it
i want out now
before i'm not aloud
to leave at your discretion 
and i'm fenced in
in your never ending trap
with no hopes of escape
and nothing on this brittle plate
saying eeewwwwwww
i really hope i find a knife
to end my painful life.


you think i write this for no reason
you're the main reason why my keyboard is speakin
you think i'm fuckin freakin
bitch, this is the truth and its wreakin.

noted.

maybe i have sensed something wrong
when i should of been feeling something better
headed down the vacant road, no lights on
the warmth of you is gone, i just have this sweater
i never saw this coming, it just hit strong


i'm left with just these images
stuck on replay all day in my head
nothing is true of you
until we are both in bed


maybe i should have had a better guard
i even let you tour my deepest thoughts
through my whole body and into my heart
now i must repair at the highest of costs
taking down your bridge was the easiest part.


-N. Bryant

los angeles

chad fernandez

......

your veins hang
from a bicycle chain
never the same 
fingers to blame 
oh i was there
i saw the mess in your hair
down the stairs
with no care
apathy would follow
into your dark hollow
shallow shell
sounds of a broken bell
closing the gates of hell
on your knees you fell
with a smirk of oh well
stockings torn
body twisted in your form
resembling a bulls horn
and beat like a porn
deep as a paper plate
no love, just hate
jealousy in weight
climbing at higher rate
well fuck you
well fuck you
well fuck you
we'll fuck you.

you're fired.

you forgot to give some information and
i didn't know you were depressed and self-medicating and
i know, i cant see you anymore 
i know, i wanna see my feet out your door
*i.know.you.cant.change.a.thing*
my eyes are dried and they cant cry
i gave you the best years of my life
one thing that i know is for sure
is you ran this relationship like a fucking court
*what.the.fuck.is.beauty.anyway*
you treated me just like an electric lamp
off and on with a flick and you dont give a dam
nothing i ever did seemed to please you and
i was always there before any of your friends
*how.long.did.you.think.we.were.gonna.last*


well its too late, you cant go back on your words
cant fight fate, everything has been absurd 
there's no escape, you can find your things on the curb
i'll find a new mate, to put lipstick on my shirt


-N.Bryant

window shopping.