Aaron Brammeier : Writing

Summertime Odes

Summertime Odes

A Poem by Aaron Brammeier


I drink the air gulping mouthfuls of hair exploding forays of heat hit the burning cigarette sending whisp’s of smoke swirling around finge..
Suits, Ties, Cries

Suits, Ties, Cries

A Poem by Aaron Brammeier


They wore ties I hate ties Like a noose hung around the neck Choking the life and spittle Bulging muscles fidget and burn Sitting in large kingly..
Many Happy Asylums To You Sir

Many Happy Asylums To You Sir

A Poem by Aaron Brammeier


write the words that pour from your heart what happens when nothing but putrid lies weave satanic pentagrams of phrase to pass from our lips into t..
Cognitions

Cognitions

A Poem by Aaron Brammeier


tombstones never felt so good before they toppled on my Rome worryworryworryworryworry that my brain could never be… vexation follows me a..
Weaving Fantasy of Cosmic Attraction

Weaving Fantasy of Cosmic Attraction

A Poem by Aaron Brammeier


We found each other broken remnants of shadows whose smiles hid the pains of clicking clocks and biological veins our eyes flitted over and read ..
The Lords Petition

The Lords Petition

A Poem by Aaron Brammeier


"Give us this day...our daily bread" prayed in unisonfor the hunger pangs of violent disgust was it "food for thought"that the teeth of our minds coul..
Sleepless Legends

Sleepless Legends

A Poem by Aaron Brammeier


so emptyso lostcould be the lack of shut-eyeor the pounding gong within my headfind the legends that fall below my eyesthe sun kissed beautiful awaken..
Creedance

Creedance

A Poem by Aaron Brammeier


Creeds developed in tonguesof unholy delightsinking through the scabof villainous mindswhose eyes gleam with impenetrable gazessapphires and opalsof w..
Untitled 56

Untitled 56

A Poem by Aaron Brammeier


Let the ice clink in the glasspour down the whiskey"...just one more"stupor of idyllic composureburn my throat numb...comfortably numblaughter and tea..
Drinking Spate

Drinking Spate

A Poem by Aaron Brammeier


You knewyou knew as the drink smashed against my headsweeping majestic swirling objects descend"she's not worth your art"just praying to God I could f..

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