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Oh the dagger. Plunge it once into my heart once and forevermore. I don’t even want to think of the other. At least not this night. Two drinks. Maybe more, and then she comes in, like always, or sometimes, and it’s heading toward the end. The games I play in my head, this time of night.
» Posted By Bryan On 06.28.2011 @ 6:53 am
Oh, don’t go bringing that up again. You’ve always ridden too high up on the horse and from there it just means you’re an easier shot for the indian’s arrows as you ride across your exalted plain. Oh please. And it was only three years ago you were with him and you never let Jim know a thing.
» Posted By Bryan On 06.27.2011 @ 7:20 am
So that was 5 years ago and through the therapy, the medication, the heartache (at times), alcoholic binges and recovery, sports, books (fiction, popular science, philosophy – I found that there were other mes in other universes), I am finally healed.
» Posted By Bryan On 06.24.2011 @ 7:15 am
Off the top turnbuckle and onto the mat, and him. Just like children we were then. Living room or Dorton Arena, the difference was jumbled in our mind. Me the little on and he my forever older brother. To be the man you have to beat the man.
» Posted By Bryan On 06.23.2011 @ 6:52 am
Was raining again today. Supposed to be tomorrow as well. Afternoon thunderstorms highly likely. Just two days ago was supposed to be in the low 80s. Temperate for this time of the year. Instead, high 90s and rain. Humidity. Summer in this city.
» Posted By Bryan On 06.21.2011 @ 6:36 am
That was the time when it all was good. The beach. The boat. The bell every night for dinner. We were young and the end was so far away. The heat of day would give way to breezes later in the evening. We would sit and stare at the ocean.
» Posted By Bryan On 06.20.2011 @ 6:57 am
Oh like he really meant that. I’m like so walking away and I turn to do the movie-look-back thing, dramatically, and he’s there with the thing on his face. Like he knew something all along. Like he expected me to turn and come back. I’ll just keep walking.
» Posted By Bryan On 06.17.2011 @ 11:05 am
Is it of this life? A dream? The tracks narrow into on speck on the horizon but that’s where we are heading. Outside is all white with small flecks of light brown dust. The destination is everything. The scenery irrelevant.
» Posted By Bryan On 06.15.2011 @ 7:46 am
It’s like the night was just right. Temperature was in the 90s, but with low humidity and a light breeze coming off the water. It was one of those nights… Johnny Walker, magic. Friend’s sister and a dock out in to the lake. More than ten years ago now.
» Posted By Bryan On 06.14.2011 @ 9:34 am
She was elusive, moved about in ways that even the eye couldn’t behold – catch up with. Sorry for the distant puns. Wish that it could be found again only after it’s lost. Guess that’s the way it goes. Now pregnant, married 3 years. The baby us a watermelon.
» Posted By Bryan On 06.13.2011 @ 7:33 am
At the end of the street, he was thinking.. go arround the corner and see what’s up? or turn arround safely. A dilemma…
He thought… corner.. yes or no.
» Posted By bryan On 06.09.2011 @ 1:00 am
When I drink that’s what I try. It’s like anti-therapy, therapy. Going to that damned therapist was all about remembering the past. Even the repressed stuff. Things about mom and dad before I was able even to remember. Drinking helps me forget the pain now so I don’t have to remember that stuff.
» Posted By Bryan On 06.08.2011 @ 8:04 am
Forgetting is the mind’s reset button. It either clears space for more data or allows us to recover. It might be a coping mechanism too. To forget and forgive is divine. Forgetting allows me to remember. I forget what I was doing just now…
» Posted By Bryan On 06.08.2011 @ 12:02 am
So we drove up through the dales and spent a day hiking. Nights drinking in the pubs, Keld, Tan Hill and so on. There was a flat waiting and flowers and a bottle of champagne – for three boys in a rental car – in Edinburg of all places.
» Posted By Bryan On 06.06.2011 @ 8:08 am
Oh, it was in the back seat. So far from the capped head. And in the end it amounted to nothing. Even the playstation sucked. As did the wedding. At least I got that bachelor party though. And the strippers smelled of coconuts. Or something sweet.
» Posted By Bryan On 06.03.2011 @ 8:56 am
Out there all this time, didn’t really bring enough along. Was just going to be gone for the day. Left the wife back at camp as she was struggling with calf issues, or so she said. And then there was this fall, not like the movie. Don’t know what will, or can, be done now. She will start looking. But will there be time.
» Posted By Bryan On 06.02.2011 @ 7:09 am
The picture flashes across the screen. Then the next. Then there are a thousand of them, more or less, at the same time. And then there’s the light. The doctor’s are talking and I am shaking. Being awoken. One more time. I guess I will survive.
» Posted By Bryan On 06.01.2011 @ 7:53 am
as a little boy I was always curious of how everything worked around me, I was fascinated by the simple movements of the leaves with the wind, the beauty of the snow falling gently on the ground… but nothing ever felt quite as seeing the personsI lovedthe most smile.
» Posted By Bryan On 05.17.2011 @ 9:13 am
i don’t know why this word popped up it’s not all what I expected to see. It leaves me puzzled as to what i should write but in a similar way makes me reflect on the easter presents my son received today. he got a transportation puzzle as well as a color and shapes puzle. Isn’t it strange the basic norms we try to instill on the youth even at 19 months
» Posted By Bryan On 04.24.2011 @ 8:14 pm
music makes me bop without electricity. Sounds vibrate against my skin and make me feel energized. My favorite music is acoustic.
» Posted By Bryan On 04.18.2011 @ 4:10 pm
One last shot won’t kill me. Does it even matter anymore? Whiskey lost it’s effects on me long ago. I don’t drink to get drunk. I drink out of habit, out of trying to forget all of the pain, misery that has seemed to plague my life.
» Posted By Bryan On 04.17.2011 @ 12:06 pm
Thought about. I love you! :) Ahh Fml. HAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHHAHAHAHHA
Idont like typing. things. i Am determinded to jump off this building.
» Posted By bryan On 04.08.2011 @ 8:33 am
Determination is a sin, you’ll find it living in a bin. To win is not down to success but down to having less.
» Posted By bryan On 04.08.2011 @ 6:55 am
I didn’t know how to approach my depression. I didn’t think there was a way to get help for it. Everything else failed. Nothing has worked. I’ve been approaching the end of the rope and I’m scared.
» Posted By Bryan On 03.23.2011 @ 12:48 am
i’m totally obsessed with lady gaga and now willow smith. i really love willow smith; i think she’ll be a good role model for young kids everywhere. she teaches everyone uniqueness and the celebration of the individual.
» Posted By Bryan On 03.12.2011 @ 6:20 pm
scavengers wear scarves so they can steal food from others. scarves are for those who need that extra boost in their outfit, when, really, it’s an unnecessary accessory!!! scarves suck.
» Posted By Bryan On 03.11.2011 @ 9:40 pm
everyone should make a statement. statements, even the smallest ones, have changed the course of history and affect the way we view life and interact with others. it’s important to be outspoken; we can’t just be an idle bystander.
» Posted By Bryan On 03.11.2011 @ 9:49 am
I wondered what its like to swim in the ocean when its nearly frozen. cold enough to hurt and feel like death but not actually kill you . have someone there when you feel like getting pulled out and maybe a blanket too. wonder bread is okay
» Posted By Bryan On 03.09.2011 @ 5:05 pm
I am bee and I like to fly and sting. I am bee and I like swoop and sing. I am a bee and I like fly and be free. I am a bee and I like…..honeeey. I am I am I am bee bee bee.
» Posted By Bryan On 03.08.2011 @ 2:14 pm
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The final moment is upon us, we have all gathered out belongings and souls in a fashion that tells us we have found our death. As my brother stepped down from the water worn, stone steps of the cathedral, we all waited in silence. His brow carried more emotion than any one person in a thousand mile radius at this exact moment. No more would we wait on the tribulations of man, no more would oppression bleed through the cracks and mars of our skin, judgment was here. Judgment is angry, judgment is spiteful and he carries a dull scythe.
» Posted By Bryan On 03.03.2011 @ 11:35 am