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Into the Mind of a Hopeless Poet
Into the Mind of a Hopeless Poet
Into the Mind of a Hopeless Poet
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Into the Mind of a Hopeless Poet

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Be it a book you open while sipping your morning coffee, or before you fall asleep, 'Into the Mind of a Hopeless Poet' is sure to give you cause to sink into your own mind a bit, and reflect on the best parts of life, the simple things. 


Join Brandon Raulenzo in his debut poetry volume as he takes a therapeutic approach to personal healing. These notes tackle a resounding number of deep topics, with poems written from the span of his mid-teens, into early adult hood. 


A son, a brother, a friend, a close co-worker, a hopeless romantic, at the end of the day alone is where Brandon found himself, wrought with insecurity, but with all of the grit and dedication to turn his life around, while stumbling upon “the one”. Into the Mind of a Hopeless Poet' Tells a profound story of perseverance, and the power finding love has in facilitating personal growth. 

LanguageEnglish
PublisherPublishdrive
Release dateJun 1, 2024
ISBN1068815108
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    Into the Mind of a Hopeless Poet - Brandon Raulenzo

    Finding the Words

    Inside The Words

    Having decided upon using pencil

    I want to use pen

    Still

    I am unsure of the feeling

    Maybe

    I enjoy this

    This

    Being unsure of course

    Of placement

    Of color

    Of printing

    Of writing

    The question lies

    Within the words of individual stature

    & I am still

    Unsure

    Maybe pen would have been better

    Through the Cloud, an Ode to Vaping

    The fog has never looked or smelled so right.

    It has only been around for a short time,

    Yet has seemed to change

    The mood of the people.

    Though it can only be described as a lay lowing cloud,

    It is not fluffy.

    It did not come from the lake

    This is for sure.

    Colors flash

    And through the cloud

    Is a hoop.

    Acknowledgement and admiration.

    For being the test subject of a culture.

    Through the cloud is unknowingness;

    Of not wanting to know.

    Of not caring – COUGH

    That was an accident.

    An unwanted interruption – COUGH - & again another.

    Can you see her?

    Do you want – COUGH

    Bad Thoughts.

    Your moods changed again.

    Inhale again, it only goes deeper.

    & I thought I was cool.

    Complexities

    Small details fill a large vast space

    That from afar

    Appears to be a smooth surface.

    Upon further examination however,

    You will find many complexities.

    Take a closer look

    At the ups and downs,

    Hills and valleys,

    Rough ridges and tough tides,

    That from afar,

    Are invisible

    To the eye.

    These very complexities exist in all forms.

    Yes

    This poem is a metaphor,

    But of what

    I will let you decide.

    Inhuman

    To Sympathize

    Is to love

    From afar

    Is to die

    To die

    Is to be human

    Therefore

    I show no sympathy

    Distorted

    I do not know why

    Anyone would consider

    Choosing me.

    Every time I look in the mirror

    I see a distorted image

    As though the lens is dirty

    As if the light is refracted.

    I wish sometimes my existence could be redacted.

    I must be terrifying

    To the naked eye,

    A beautiful demon

    With the ability to make nightmares

    Feel like your most beautiful dreams.

    For I bare a darkness

    No one

    Should ever want to see.

    Inspired

    Before I write

    I tend to trap myself.

    In thought of what to write,

    In memory.

    Words do not appear on the page

    Until you open the book.

    The pages are not a warning, but a call

    To those like you.

    Share,

    With those who care.

    How Do I Write?

    I laugh at my memory

    How does it always know

    The best times to fail me

    Relax

    Oh have fun

    You are growing

    Into a man

    This time truly

    To a restless mind

    Finding Motivation

    Being alone really does have its perks.

    Forced to be under pressure,

    You grow.

    It means there is no one

    To impress,

    Accept yourself.

    Find motivation

    Within the little things.

    And never lose sight of the things keeping you down.

    Studying them

    Will give you the power

    To be strong like them.

    Remember;

    Never forget,

    Power is not a tool for destruction.

    Idle Inspiration

    If inspiration is not available

    But motivation is,

    What do I do?

    Most nights, I spend idle

    Because I am far too active

    In my head.

    I simply lack the inspiration,

    To get me

    Out of bed.

    Blank Pages

    Yet again

    You turn the page

    And the lines are blank.

    Waiting for you

    To fill them

    Treat life like a book

    Truly

    You have the power

    To write your own story

    What I Want

    The person underneath

    The actions I seek

    Is who I want to be

    Answer

    Speak to it when it calls you

    Instead of ignoring it

    Pick up the phone

    Have a conversation

    Story Telling

    We all have a story,

    Our own to tell;

    Each different.

    To every person we tell a different lie.

    We all have a story,

    But we all live in the past

    With neglect to the future.

    Each moment ever changing.

    We all have a story,

    Our life in the present

    Is

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