Brian A. Warren

Ypsilanti, Michigan

Brian is single, and in hopes of one day meeting a good marriage minded lady. His hobbies consist of playing basketball, writing music, singing, reading, and writing poetry. He has a non-profitable Christian Ministry. And has recently completed a manuscript titled, "Through My Eyes" that he is trying to get published. He welcomes any advice & assistance. Brian has been writing poetry since the age of eleven. Brian states, "I hope that my writing reach deep into the souls of everyone who reads them. The love for all of humanity must cross all boundaries."

A Child of Misery

A child of misery, I hate to look back.
I lost my Mom by my Dad at three, with two
Little sisters lost and lonely.
In a world of wear and tears. With only each
other to hold, on them nights when it got cold.
Who's going to help, we kept asking? Wishing we were
grown, the Nightmares gone, and we could get our own.

I couldn't play with my cousins or friends, my grandpa
labels me a bad influence.
Getting beaten daily. Brooms, Switches, Shoe heels and
Boards, "Please save us Lord"...
My sisters cried with bruises repeatedly. As I looked in
there eyes I wondered, who cares about them or me.

Suicidal tendencies became best friends with me.
One day soon, With my mother I would be,
To die and leave my sisters alone, that pain makes
me hold on. To stand in my shoes, then you'll understand
me. I'm stuck in life, a child of misery.

So Alone

My mother is dead, my youngest sister also is
gone. I'm trapped in misery so alone. The
more I scream, so it seems that don't
nobody hear me. I sit alone in the dark,
Wishing that my life would part. I fear
no evil surrounded by sin, my patience
are growing thin.

Does anybody care about me, or anyone else?
Everyone just thinks of self. Through the
chaos, confusion, pain and strife, I can't
find the reason for my life. I pray in
hopes that the lord hears me. God I am
tired of suffering amongst the living.

I'm so alone, so alone, my life passes
me by and my heart grows cold. I'm so alone,
so alone, Lord please give me the strength to
keep holding on.

Color Blind

What color are you or I? Oh so blurry is
our sight. Do our hearts beat the same?
However, You continue to look at me strange.
Even though our past may be ugly, it does
not mean hatred must exist between you or me.
Can the children together laugh and play? I
love you is so easy to say.

Let us make a change today for tomorrow.
Let's put our past behind us with tears of
joy and sorrow. You are my sister, brother
and friend. We will be together until the end.
Repeat this poem again in your hearts. Let us
pray that this evil parts. Love for eachother
I hope we find. I love you, and I'm praying
that we all become color blind.