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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When your body language sings
I love your soul, your rhythm & blues, every genre of music your body sings when your hips talk. As I try to learn the words to your tunes,
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
Ghost on the dance floor
Like a ghost on the dance floor, moving in haunting grace, flourishing in filigree and fainting between twirls.
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
The rafters
I used to see you up there every night sitting on your lonely cloud. Lonesome chords play from your heartstring over grainy PA speakers in my head as I watch you lay your heartaches on canvas and write your fears out
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
Southern Gothic
Southern gothic I can’t tell you if life is better elsewhere, I couldn’t tell you that the grass is greener or that the air is cleaner;
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
Cyber-sex
Lonely online again, browsing missed messages and immoral monologues. I want you to see me, See past my floral facade of rose tinted filters and indigo frames and think about me in your art. Blow me a kiss in your music videos, just remember to dance like I’m not watching.
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
Wastelands
In the sweet, sticky heat of summertime street life, rolling off another spliff while my partner OD’s in the backseat,
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
“Painted blue”
Dear child, I see your cloudy sky can’t be painted blue, why that hue? When the world wains in your eyes, let the tears leave nude trails along your teal portrait.
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
“Pleasant Blues”
Pleasant blue, did you hear that too? Or am I imagining this indigo intermission? When waves of Azuria wash over me
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets
“Pleasant Blues”
Pleasant blue, did you hear that too? Or am I imagining this indigo intermission? When waves of Azuria wash over me
By W. J. Bradford III5 years ago in Poets

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When your body language sings

Ghost on the dance floor

The rafters

Southern Gothic

Cyber-sex

Wastelands

“Painted blue”

“Pleasant Blues”

“Pleasant Blues”

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