Sy Bryant

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  • The Perfect Choice

     

    It’s Something, it’s that connection
    Leading me to reflection
    Remembering every innocuous interaction
    Even without happy ending satisfaction.

    Without you, the apocalypse of fears
    In the silence of lonely night’s tears
    Excitement at thought that you’re near
    I’m Begging, I’m pleading for the rest of your years

    Subtle glance at your silhouette
    Plotting deeply to get you wet
    Intensely loving into a sweat
    Your deepest needs, I’ll never forget

    It’s something, it’s your voice
    Speaking this soliloquy until you are moist
    Your gentle Honesty leads me to rejoice
    It’s just that you are the perfect choice.

     

    Copyright 2018 Sy Bryant. All rights reserved

  • A Daze

    A Daze
    Alone in this minute,
    alone for hours,
    but not a second passed.
    Alas.
    I see the clouds on the move,
    trees & leaves giving way,
    yet I’m stuck in the past.
    Wishing time didn’t exist,
    in which love I wouldn’t miss.

    Hearing words I know,
    a normal melody,
    but can’t understand a sound.
    I’m bound.
    People yelling my name.
    But nothing will change.
    I don’t make a move.
    Cause I know they ain’t talking bout me.
    They calling that dude I use to be.

    Lost in a world,
    but it wasn’t meant for me.
    I’m just lucky to be here,
    can’t you see.
    The trouble I face,
    the pain I feel,
    it’s manifested unnaturally.
    I’m tryna live,
    that’s a lie,
    just existing trying not to die.
    Just here.
    In this moment in time.
    Suffering for every dime.

    Where are my dreams.
    My Fantasies.
    All I accept is misery.
    Every breath could be my last.
    Is this really where I want to be.
    I heard of happiness,
    like a mythical creature.
    It’s rarely seen,
    people talking about this experience that use to be.
    Where’s mine.
    My time.
    Where’s mine.
    My time to shine.

    Stuck in a daze.
    mind on craze.
    Lost in time.
    Lost in my mind
    Just stuck

    Copyright 2018 Sy Bryant. All rights reserved
  • Just a thought

    Just a thought

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    Just a thought,
    and my mind starts
    Energized
    fantasy fills my heart
    Focused on different realities
    Discovering different roots of a tree

    Just a thought,
    and I’m thinking about history
    Passionately
    recalling coincidental touch
    How different life could be if it was just you and me
    Benign plots, serious plans, just too much

    Just a thought,
    now I’m at an end
    Trying to accept where our lives intercept
    Believing in more, with every new step
    But in this reality we will always be.

    Copyright 2018 Sy Bryant. All rights reserved

  • P.A.I.N.

    Gentle talk coming my way, what you doing? how’s your day? Gently turned deep. REAL DEEP. REAL QUICK. Constant reminder of reality.  Heart hurting. Mind gone. Anticipating the normal ol song.

    Peace, where can I find you.

    Pain, want no parts of you.

    I, just didn’t know it was real

    Now, it’s gone, I hate how it feels.

    Trying to think this through, living for today is what I thought I was suppose to do.  Now I’m confused. Wanted to believe in what we could do. No disrespect. Always the hurting truth.  Heart is inside out, what to do.

    Peace, where can I find you.

    Pain, want no parts of you.

    I, just didn’t know it was real

    Now, it’s gone, I hate how it feels.

    I felt free.  Happily wrote poetry.  Haven’t done a real smile since the last century.  Now its all gone. What’s wrong? Tears come down. Living in the now, I can’t do you.  Pain too intense, can barely breath. Voice goes silent, Just wish I could sleep.

    Peace, where can I find you.

    Pain, want no parts of you.

    I, just didn’t know it was real

    Now, it’s gone, I hate how it feels.

    My hands so dirty can’t even hug you.  Burden so heavy hard to love you. Hard to know my life fits into a week, now that I’m open I feel so weak.  Pain, my old friend. Sad that your back again. But at least I know you, and we know how to be together forever.

    Peace, where can I find you.

    Pain, want no parts of you.

    I, just didn’t know it was real

    Now, it’s gone, I hate how it feels.

     

    Copyright 2018 Sy Bryant. All rights reserved

  • Truth is the Root

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  • Tryna write it out

     

    If I could write out everything, maybe it would be something new to sing.   The stories of the past weigh on me. Never found anyone to share with me.  Everyone wants me to solve their problems, but what do I do about my problems. Trying to write it out.  The pain.  Lost dreams.  Unfulfilled hope.  Small things.

    Embarrassed for you to know everything I do is not in control.  A lot of gut reactions, just so happens to turn out right for someone else.  But for me the gut reactions don’t work.  Just endure day to day.   Trying to write it out.  The pain.  Lost dreams.  Unfulfilled hope.  Small things.

    Never had a good day in my life.  Moments of smiles since I was a child.  People promising fake beliefs, the disappointment turned me really mean.  Now I cannot believe what people say.  People just say shit to get you out the way.  Trying to write it out.  The pain.  Lost dreams.  Unfulfilled hope.  Small things.

    Cannot spend my whole life in complaints.  So I just keep the train moving.  Pretending day to day, making people believe everything is ok. Then I noticed people just accept what they want to believe and what’s really going on will remain unseen. Trying to write it out.  The pain.  Lost dreams.  Unfulfilled hope.  Small things.

    Copyright 2018 Sy Bryant. All rights reserved

  • Silent Night

    Deep into the solitude of the dark night

    Listening intently to the silence of thought

    Lost dreams resurrect reminiscence of light

    Looking clearly into the darkness

    Hoping for a day that will never be, hoping to be free

    The reminder of constant pain is relentless

    Heart beat’s deafening sound in the abyss

    Praying for solitude, wishing for peace.

    Silent night, if there was just one kiss.

  • JELLY

     

    Just then I thought my life had changed. I mean it was there, everything, I could hear it in her voice. I could see myself intertwined in the stories of her past.  It was meant to be, wasn’t it?

    Everyone has that one.  That one that brings energy to your spirit.  That one that makes you smile with just a “hey” in the tone that goes straight to the dome.  It was there. I knew it. Right in front of me.  It was meant to be, wasn’t it?

    Living without her won’t be an issue. It would be a tragedy, can’t you see.  When your energies and frequencies naturally operate collaboratively.  But it’s all a fantasy, because I’m not able to see her reality.  It was meant to be, wasn’t it?

    Loving differently is a strange thing.  Cause you somewhere get trapped by your past, although it never last, it’s your foundation and can absorb your motivation, until you are just existing in thirst. It was meant to be, wasn’t it?

    Yall know what I mean when you enter the scene.  It feels like de ja vu, is someone tricking you?  Is this too perfect to be true? What the fuck can I do? I need that commitment to make it intimate, then I would really know… if it was meant to be.

    Copyright 2018 Sy Bryant. All rights reserved

  • Use To

    Use to see you with pride

    Now you have

    something to hide

    just doesn’t feel real

    Not sure how to feel

    Lost in this hesitation

    Deep in this contemplation….

    Social media tormenting me

    All these images

    Taking hold on me

    Just casual pictures

    No where near offensive

    But just as decisive

    It’s just that feeling I feel

    Use to believe in you

    Use to really love you

    Use to believe in you

    Do anything for you

    Use to

    Use to

    Use to love you

    Know it is time

    Keep reminding myself

    Need to let go

    Keep telling myself

    Our last goodbye

    Losing my mind

    Yet I stay thinking

    You stay on my mind

    Having conversations with you

    Like you really here

    Can’t be drugs

    I stay clear

    Is it psychosis that got me fucked up

    Staring into thin air

    Like it’s something there

    All I really know

    Is you ain’t here

    Use to believe in you

    Use to really love you

    Use to believe in you

    Do anything for you

    Use to

    Use to

    Use to love you

    Why me

    Why you

    Use to believe in you

    Use to need you

    Use to want you

    Use to

    Use to love you

    Copyright 2018 Sy Bryant. All rights reserved

  • alone for so long

    Surrounded by breathing things and 100 things to do. everything strange, no one is real. In my own space, thoughts here, serene emptiness.
    Alone for So long.

    Spinning endlessly around this sun, thinking about the first day I saw my son. Planting new seeds with old pain each generation still ends in death.
    Alone for So long.

    Systemically enslaved. Mentally starving for the potential I so eloquently locked away. Wanting that Cosby Show life, deep rooted emotional pain.
    Alone for So long.

    Socially inept. Leading or a shadow stuck between. No interest in just being seen. I don’t know society. Don’t know people. I know alone.
    Alone for So long.

  • Empty Me

    Empty Me
    The line went dead,
    No more messages read,
    No Notification tone,
    All indications of being alone.

    Far too long,
    Stuck alone listening to song,
    Could say I’m at peace with serenity
    But she don’t even wanna fuck with me.

    What did I do, what did I say,
    To make everyone I connect with go away,
    Once or twice you can blame someone else,
    But when it’s routine you gotta blame yourself.

    Using vain repetition to hide the constant pain,
    Relying on being bold and confident, hiding the tears in the rain.
    At some point reality will be clear and
    I will have to answer to everyone I held dear.

    Sitting here wondering,
    Lay on the bed and stare,
    Is it a belief? Is it a wish?
    Could I ever be what I’m suppose to be instead being the empty me?

    Copyright 2018 Sy Bryant. All rights reserved

  • I ♥️ that

    That word …
    That tone….
    That answer…
    That phrase…
    I ❤️that.

    Your spirit…
    Your smile…
    Your laugh…
    Your style…
    I ❤️that.

    Our talks…
    Our connection…
    Our expression…
    Our reflections…
    I❤️that

  • Gone


    First it was a few hours… Gone
    Then a few days…. Gone
    Now can’t remember the last time I called your name.
    First it was a few missed calls…. Gone
    Then a few messages lost … Gone
    Can’t believe you are gone… feeling so alone

    Chance after chance you gave me
    I know I took it for granted
    Silly laughs when you caught me
    Didn’t even panic
    Knew that you loved me
    more than you loved yourself
    I could say, do anything
    And never worried about anyone else
    But now, I can’t find you
    Now, don’t know what to do
    I need to talk to you?

    First it was a few hours… Gone
    Then a few days…. Gone
    Now can’t remember the last time I called your name.
    First it was a few missed calls…. Gone
    Then a few messages lost … Gone
    Can’t believe you are gone… feeling so alone

    That look on your face was priceless,
    not in a good way
    You were tired of being tired
    You looked at me so differently
    For the very first time you looked free
    No longer was I the love in your eyes
    Trying to explain my case
    Disbelief in my cries
    Are you even listening to a word I say
    This same speech worked before
    But now it feels like lost you

    First it was a few hours… Gone
    Then a few days…. Gone
    Now can’t remember the last time I called your name.
    First it was a few missed calls…. Gone
    Then a few messages lost … Gone
    Can’t believe you are gone… feeling so alone

    I’m trying….
    I’m crying…
    Just want to remind you,
    About the beautiful mornings
    Those long nights
    The power of me and you
    Don’t leave, please, please
    I finally understand
    Without you I’m just a shadow of a man
    What can I do, to please you?
    Need you to know how much I love you

    First it was a few hours… Gone
    Then a few days…. Gone
    Now can’t remember the last time I called your name.
    First it was a few missed calls…. Gone
    Then a few messages lost … Gone
    Can’t believe you are gone… feeling so alone

    Calling your momma house
    Your grandmom too
    Nobody is helping me tryna find you
    Waiting at your townhouse
    All day at your job
    Now I’m filled with so many doubts
    Afraid to lose you
    Trying to do anything
    Just to see you
    Please answer that ring
    Sweet baby I miss you

    First it was a few hours… Gone
    Then a few days…. Gone
    Now can’t remember the last time I called your name.
    First it was a few missed calls…. Gone
    Then a few messages lost … Gone
    Can’t believe you are gone… feeling so alone

    Copyright 2018 Sy Bryant. All rights reserved

  • Seasons


    Winter people are a constant drain
    Enter your life stealing everything
    Always requesting what they need
    Don’t even know your name
    Any ask of them, they are as cold as winter.

    Spring people are filled with energy
    The positivity shines for all to see
    Bubbly, energetic, cosmic powers that be
    Doing all that can be done to share the light
    Anything they have springs toward you.

    Summer people, just annoying to the core
    Self absorbing daunting in themselves
    Wanting all the cool air to blow their way
    Cannot fathom anyone else even exist
    Nothing peaceful, just deceitful, heat of summer.

    Fall people are the most selfish
    Preparing for their own evolution
    No thought is given to anyone else
    Their only plan is their own plan to endure the winter
    If you fall for Fall you will fall hard.