Into the Mind of a Hopeless Poet

By Brandon Raulenzo and Donna Marshall

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. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Publishdrive
• Release date: Jun 1, 2024
• ISBN: 1068815108

Book preview

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