Braeden's Stuff

[Trenton Vinh]

I don't quite know what to call my writing...some of it rhymes but its not really meant to be a poem or song or anything. But whatever, I won't bother making excuses or explaining my stuff, its up to the reader to decide what it all means.

This is called: Alone in the Dark


I lay in my bed, unable to move. Too weak-willed to get up, unable to summon the strength to do more than roll over and groan.
My eyes are red, my world is dead.
It lay at my feet in a ball. Crumpled, cold, wicked and old. It used to be so full of life.
I can't be left alone anymore,
These thoughts are just causing me more pain.
My mind cannot rest, my heart pounds in my chest, I just need you to come hold me.
Your warm touch, will return me to life.
You take away the pain and the strife.
But its when you're gone that the demons come back, and I think the thoughts that have made me this way.
My life is nothing.
A worthless grain of sand, upon the beach that is our world. And instead of being swept out to sea, I just get buried in the mass of bodies.

I apologize for being this way.
Its not selfish, although that is what some might say.
In my fathers eyes, I am a failure. Passionate about nothing, seeing me as listless, lethargic and wasteful. In my mothers eyes, I am a child. Forever to be her baby, she will never see the man I've grown to be.

I need guidance, I need help, but I won't cry or ask for help, I'll remain silent, and hope it all goes away.
But after years of this shit, I know it won't go, and I'm letting myself waste away.
But what can I do? That which means most to me is too far to touch, and those all around me, to blind to see the truth.
They never could guess the thoughts in my head.
But, in all honesty, if they did know, would it make a difference?
I'm doubtful. I may be offered a hand of help, but their other hand holds the knife that can stab me in the back.
Friendly to my face, snide when I'm away, the pain would just grow in intensity.
Sometimes I'd rather live in the dark, rather than turn on the light and see the pitiful world around me.

[Trenton Vinh]

This one is called Drown.
I kind of thought it up while out with friends swimming, when I came up from underwater to see them all on the other end of the pool talking about the trivial bullshit that annoys me the most. It made me ask myself, "If I drowned...If I just didn't come up from under the water, would anyone notice?
I guess it was that whole "What would things be like if I wasn't around" crap.
But here it is:


If you found me here, drifting just below the surface.
Eyes closed, adrift and unmoving,
Lost all sense of life and purpose.

Forever still, forever gone.
Without me, will you move on?

Under the water its cold and still,
Silent and dark, with a deathly chill.
As the air is pushed from within my lungs,
Its tasteless flavor sits on my tongue.

The water deep and dark and cold,
Its icy fingers start to take hold.
Drag me down, to where I'll drown.
But I won't fight, looking up towards the light, the surface meters above me.

Basking in the glow, all that I know, fades into the blackness below.
The abyss unending, my heartbeat pending, arms raised above my head.

Have I left the world behind or is the world already dead, and I'm the first to notice.
Life passing by, I watch the world die, and it gets harder to focus.

And then I am gone, over with and done, and you'll be the one to find me.
I'm sorry it had to be like this, there was no other way
No wonder drug or miracle cure could ever heal my pain.

Beneath the water, I float, lifeless, time drifts by with each wave.
In the end, I've found my place, within my watery grave.