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Bryan Pegram Poems
I can feel this hunger inside as it grows, It used to be a faint light, but now it glows. Inadvertently, it reveals what I don’t expose,
The Spider Awaits
The entangling web a lie creates, Unwound, your character is what it dictates. It shows the world the person you hide,
Stepping Into the Light
I can feel my eagerness wanting you to see, This hidden ability that I call poetry. No longer am I reluctant to hide this gift,
Questioning the Mind
Are the mysteries of Life two sided? Like we already know what’s decided. We all feel an urge inside,
Toast to Life
I keep trying to look back into the box, But that's like the rabbit coming back out to look at the fox. Once you've turned a page in Life,
Looking into your eyes, Is like opening a gift that is a total surprise. Constantly getting lost in your gaze,
As Life Goes Bye
As another lonely night goes bye, I sit here with a tear in my eye. Since December 4 of 1997,
A Diamond of Many Facets
Try to imagine a two-sided man, Who never moves forward without a thought out plan. His pain inside has invoked him to grow,
Surviving the Recession
The pains I see in this recession, Sparks off inside so much aggression. I am tried of seeing this obsession,
Searching for an Answer
Staring out at a filmier scene, My skills have grown to become very keen. I understand more now then ever,
Let me try to unravel this ball of emotion, And give it to you straight without all the commotion. Again, my life will change without my control,
I am here again thinking of what to write, So I will open up my emotions and allow them to ignite. As it sparks my mind into another realm,
The Reverse Effect
A slap in the face just opened my eyes, And pushed my path by total surprise. I am now aware of why I need,
Outside the Box
I used to wait for the next day to come into play, Before I would understand the actual display. Life would pass me bye and I couldn’t even see,
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I can feel this hunger inside as it grows,
It used to be a faint light, but now it glows.
Inadvertently, it reveals what I don’t expose,
Like a canine that finds you with using its nose.
The feeling inside is hard to express,
It’s giving out a signal that reads distress.
Therefore, I have to play this like a game of chess,
Otherwise walking forward will be a total mess.
This economy we’re in has no finesse,
It will cut you down and leave you with less.
And it doesn’t matter what you had,
You will be looking for a new job in a newspaper...