W. J. Bradford III

Joined May 2021

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my name is William Bradford III

I write poetry and create content surround each subject.

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The shape of your love
As the last grain of sand drops from your hourglass, I’m timing my drive down your winding backroads to your garden of eden.
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
Grunge poesy
The cherry burns red hot while the blurry cigarette selfie develops. I found myself alone, in a lonely parking lot around 2:51am.
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
The hitchhikers package
“Anne!” Said Kurt as he burst through the door. “Anne, honey are you home?” “Kurt?” Said Anne, confused as she emerged from the terrace.
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Fiction
Hide and seek
What was I hiding from? Maybe the thought of being the best version of myself. The pressures of being the bigger person and the weight you take on when you’re not numb to the flow of emotions around you.
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
Escapism
Drowning out reality behind the thin glass of an LED lit mind maze. Traveling the world in the blink of an eye helps one outrun what lies in the next room.
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
A better stranger
Residual fragments, millions of them, scattered about and left to the birds. How do you take back the years? How do we become what we resist
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
Wild things
Resonating and reverberating in my head long after the climax, my ears ring your name; Echoes discuss the nature of this attraction using body language,
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
Cult kid logic
Cult kid logic We were there, smoking cigarettes we stole from our grandmothers purse under the blue and red stained glass beams.
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
Boys who fell in love with war
That’s all we knew, Long nights of breaking glass followed by a silent morning while we rode to school covering our bruises.
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
Chaos theory
Control. Control. Control. Losing control in order to find order. Destroying everything I am to restore who I was. Demolish everything you’ve built to construct a stable foundation.
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
Bittersweet candy hearts
Every little I love you And be mine was followed by the hard crunch and crackle of my bones as she only offers semi-sweet sugar in her heart.
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
Primal howl
With chest billowed and claws present, she let a howl, a steadied roar. Primal in every aspect of its vocalozation and how it attuned to the vibrating waves around us.
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets

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The shape of your love

Grunge poesy

The hitchhikers package

Hide and seek

Escapism

A better stranger

Wild things

Cult kid logic

Boys who fell in love with war

Chaos theory

Bittersweet candy hearts

Primal howl

Stories (21)