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On days like this I find it helps so much To look out for the silver lining Sometimes it’s within touch Trying to turn a sad face Upside down isn’t always The easiest thing to do But ignorance pays Look for the keys To having a brand new day Look for the path That will... Continue Reading →
I’m a little pup Here for the taking Wrapped up in a bow in a basket I’m a sex animal in the making I’m salivating wildly Here on all fours Oh baby touch me once Touch me twice, I’m all yours I’m a little angel With horns so sharp and pure I used to have... Continue Reading →
Igloo City by Brian B. When I turn 50 I wanna be real nifty Write books about self pity And dwell in an igloo city. I wanna be real rich I wanna be real bitch I wanna help poor people And shit on the steeple. When I turn 85 Please make me... Continue Reading →
10:59 By Brian B. Looking over at the clock It’s 1159, it’s 1159 again Oh where did the time go Oh where has the day gone I wish I was smoking a big ass blunt Out on the front lawn Standing there chewing On tabacco and bacon Standing there sighing Realizing I’m completely butt... Continue Reading →
Failsafe by Brian B. Engines blaring Outside my window I just want to be Far away someplace you know I wanna be a nobody So I can’t get hurt again Or shot down and killed In broad daylight like other men Or stepped on and humiliated Like everyone in this town Let me be... Continue Reading →
More Coffee Cups and Loneliness by Brian B Slurp Slurp Take another swig Of the neverending coffee cup that overflows with random ideas I cannot hide. Shrug Shrug I don’t wanna be lonely But at my age and living in a small town means I’ll probably be alone for awhile. As I look to... Continue Reading →
"A Whole Man" by Brian B. I just want a whole man to call my own Someone to hold me so I'll never feel alone Someone to cherish all my idiosyncrasies Someone to love me until I'm weak in the knees I just want a whole man to protect me from the night Someone... Continue Reading →
Blue Period Poem by Brian Bolding Photo from texasescapes.com 6.21.17 Suffocating silhouettes, Route 66 abandoned gas stations call to me Smoking too many cigarettes Thoughts that live in infamy… (Languishing away in a coffeeshop on a Saturday Vignettes of loneliness Scattered through my mind If only I had the courage To stand up... Continue Reading →
A Fatal Overdose of Nothing By B Bolding 3.16.16 I want a mystery man To hold me in the moonlight Get my rocks off Throw me into a pool of ecstasy And I want a fatal overdose A fatal overdose of nothing Don’t touch me, I don’t even care Don’t look at me, don’t... Continue Reading →
October 27, 2011 From my private journal. Writing as Therapy for Gay Men By Brian Bolding As a gay man in today’s world, we need to equip ourselves with tools to make sure we get through the days. I found early on in my life that I needed a creative outlet to channel... Continue Reading →
Ballistik Coffee Boy. 