Brian Kraklau : Writing

SO MANY RULES "?"

SO MANY RULES "?"

A Poem by Brian Kraklau


fire, such an amazing innovention, when the day comes and expectations are completely rolled into a highly compressed bundle, thrown into the dampness..
WHERE DREAMS TAKE PLACE

WHERE DREAMS TAKE PLACE

A Poem by Brian Kraklau


alone, onetinyshadow in the distance, one black splotch on a grey canvas, the ship sits upon still waters, out in the openseeminglylandless terrain, f..
FEED THE TROLL

FEED THE TROLL

A Poem by Brian Kraklau


the air in the room is so still, the day has just begun, as the canvas in the sky fades from darkness to a new light, perhaps this day will bring prom..
ANY QUESTIONS (there are too many answers)

ANY QUESTIONS (there are too many answers)

A Poem by Brian Kraklau


in the sleepless night, between the thin edges of reality and make believe, we still lack the direction and the motivation to stand in the way of ours..
WITHOUT YOU

WITHOUT YOU

A Poem by Brian Kraklau


twisted on the side, you cant see, nor can i, i do not know, when the crooked words, wind down the time, and bring us new lies, our lives are based on..
CHEERS TO A NEW TURN

CHEERS TO A NEW TURN

A Poem by Brian Kraklau


when the sun had finally risen on these eyes that had been asleep for such a longevening, i had realized that these dreams that had lead me down such ..
TIME TO GROW UP

TIME TO GROW UP

A Poem by Brian Kraklau


as i stretch my fingers in this moment, too hooked for my brain to not reach out to make sure this ghost be real, oh what a time it is to be caught up..
WHAT HAPPENED TO FREEDOM

WHAT HAPPENED TO FREEDOM

A Poem by Brian Kraklau


when i look back at the times ive spent wasting on little useless details, it makes me sick, to think that i let these stupid details get in the way o..
A LITTLE DRINK, A LITTLE SMOKE, A LITTLE HOPE

A LITTLE DRINK, A LITTLE SMOKE, A LITTLE HOPE

A Poem by Brian Kraklau


one evning, where the glasses were going round, where the hearts were full of life, and the souls all shining bright, all the voices around speak of t..
I CONFESS TO IT

I CONFESS TO IT

A Poem by Brian Kraklau


i lay down at night and swarmed by your image, i wake in the mornining and i sigh with helplessness, at lunch i miss your touch, and by the evning i w..