Bryan Schroat

Simi Valley, California, USA

I've been writing poetry since age 14. I think I did it because I knew others didn't/don't think as I do. I have never been able to just accept things at face value. I believe in God but I do not have blind faith. I question everything until there is no room left for doubt. Little things mean the most to me.I have to thank my family, for without them, I would never be able to change. Thank you for loving me even during those lost years. And for not giving up on me even when I did. Without your love, I wouldn't be sober today, {almost 4 years!}, and if it wasn't for that sobriety I'd be dead. Also to my true friends that know me and like me anyway..I love you. Hello to Heather, I miss you so much.Philosophical statement: Once in a while...life sparkles.

Holding On The Things I Do

I can't sleep
And I can't stop shaking
All my muscles are so tight
Where are those arms when I need them?
Eyes that can quiet my demons
Have looked away from me
And my thoughts keep screaming your name
Can you hear me?
I can still smell you
On the shirt you left behind
It's all I have left
All I have left of you
And it's not enough

And She Spoke

And she spoke
And I listened with my eyes
And heard with all of my heart the things she said
And she spoke
As we lay wrapped in blankets
As the rain fell heavily outside
And for a moment
I had no scars
And left comfortable in my own skin
And for a moment
I was able to look into the eyes of another
Without hiding
And she spoke
And I saw light around her
And there was warmth in her words
And she spoke
And her hands did explain her passions with grace
And she spoke
And there was calmness in the air
And I could breathe
And she spoke
Of control and addiction
And the thin line in between
And she spoke
And there were angels above her
Smiling down upon her being
And she spoke
And I listened with hunger
And did stare in awe
And she spoke
And for once I thought not of myself
But of the concerns of another
And she spoke
And I was speechless
And she spoke
And her words made her beautiful