Bryant Plowman: Professional Works and Art

Here's my writing, art, and creative work.

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Jasper

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Amethyst

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some SU drawings

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Six slices of pie

made of cheese and tomatoes

waits cold in the night

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It is the nature of my heart to be crushed Shattering the organ of love is therapeutic Gluing the shards of desire together After the falling of a past love Allows my mind to let go But press forward With so much force I could topple mountains Dry the oceans and hold them Until my confidence is rebuilt Then a single syllable or look is given Presented in a casual majestic manner And the mountains are pushed back into place and the oceans topple from the eyes of a cruel goddess who is determined for love to be created but the universe in all of its infinite energy built the mountains and created the oceans and everything beneath and above We may be close in proximity but our spirits have been forced into an interrogation room I can see from the outside looking in All the music dancing off your tongue and lips But oh how I long to hear you sing Caressing my hair and holding me. 

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King of Hearts

Reach into my chest and pull my spirit out

Throw my body into the ocean and watch me drown

Through a thousand miles of water I see the piercing sapphires

And I am chilled

The pressure of gazing jewels

Creates the king of diamonds

I shatter into the sand

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Nausea

Sinking bowling ball

Strikes me sick

Nauseous fluttering

Racing heart in go karts

Produce a butterfly

Milking eyes like floating clouds

Misty veil of sensory

A groom dressed in crystal clothes

A crystal mannequin takes his hand

Melting away the suits and ties

The man is blocked by ice

Cold hearted love is still.

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Don’t Snow on my Sidewalk

Don’t Snow on my Sidewalk

White heavy snow submits on sidewalks

Playing sturdy in harsh winter sun

My ears are filled with Babs’ belting voice

Unaware of the schemes settled beneath my feet

Flat bottomed shoes are quite betraying

And do little to protect from ice and snow

But even worse is the lack of attempt

To keep the parade party marching

As Mr. Arnstein looks over at me

And notices I am here

I wish it had rained instead of snowed

You can walk in the rain with ease

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Bringing Paranoia Home

I feel the eyes from afar

Creeping through curtains-- slightly ajar

Their stares go through me like a stake

I must choose which stairs to take

I bolt up the concrete slab

Shaped for increase in height

I do this to avoid a stab

Waiting in the night

The structure’s won with its dark lure

I’ve made it passed the guards-- I’m inside

There from the basement door I was sure

A glowing light called, but I was up to no fight

Around the loop of the first floor I wade

Through the darkness as to not wake

Any monster in slumber or human alike

On round padded feet, I anticipate a strike

Of a switch and a childhood scold

From a mother of murderers

Who waits in heat and cold

Just to snack upon my shoulders

The last case of horrors is that of stairs once more

I flip on a light and carefully watch the floor

The stairs seem to narrow if you don’t keep watch

Your feet will fail to make a catch

Tumbling back into the darkness is creating steam in my brain

The pressure of boiling is aching my head

I walk looking down, imagining pain

Wonder if there is pain for the dead

The last door on my journey is in sight

But there is never guaranteed light

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Stormfire

A candle dances in the wind

Of storm wet summer air

The rain pours down and strikes the screen

Leaving little tetris squares to blow on

Each time a drop hits the window sill

A smaller bit drips inside

I wonder why the candle sits their

Ready to be blown over

The irony of fire in a storm

Is no laughing matter

I wish I could have put it out

But I could not reach up higher

The candle fell onto its side

And yellow pages flared

Soon the connections would run like wires

And everything would crackle

Though I may have perished in a flame

I doubt they will forget my name

At least the ones who called me theirs

As they know they are to blame

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Queers Remember This

Each morning the grass

Glistens with dew, shining with

A freshly born sun

The rays of light bright

Enough to pierce through pupils

Which lessens the darkness

Enlighten each day

The light of a life compels

The sun is greatness

Light descends through

Clouds of discrimination

A rainbow appears

Each color trickles

But they don’t bleed together

Those days are over

Colors torn to shreds

Each one defending itself

Separate—equal

Letters clipped off

An acronym of power

‘Gay’ Liberation

Lives clipped from hist’ry

For race and presentation

Performance of hate

Make room in textbooks

For marginalized people

Not just in margins

We are rising up

Through the representation

Of crackling lit screens

We are separate

But we are one in our fight

Though some still forget

We must fight back like

Our movers and our shakers

Who risked death for us

We must not return

To more fear, hatred, and death

Speak up queers, louder

Speak up—not over

To queer friends and family

Let your ears ring loud

My voice is lonely

But I know the choir listens

Sing into closed off ears

Sing from dawn to dusk

And dance in starlit cities

Sleep and dream with ease

Just remember that

This wasn’t always our way

They fought for your life

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Gender Parlour

When I need to use the restroom

Let me tell you this for sure

The first thing that I have to check

Is the gender on the door

When I am in a clothing store

The clothes I always like

Are over on the other side

Where my gender’s not alike

I wish I could explain it

To everyone out there

That gender is constructed

And binaries aren’t fair

The less we have to choose from

The more we are at ease

Now I’m not just saying that

Ask human psychology

If you get soft-served ice cream

It’s easy for most to choose

Between vanilla, chocolate, and swirl

People often develop a juʒ

But sometimes they want to switch it up,

Sometimes they want strawberry

Sometimes they want none at all

But like why don’t you want any?

Now if you go to a large parlour

With all of the different flavors

It takes so long for you to decide

To get that perfect savor

Now that I’ve made you hungry

And you’re wanting cookie dough

Let us return to gender

That’s where we started yo

People can have no gender

One gender or more

People can change their gender

And they can explore

So stop being the gender police

It’s harmful to everyone

Let people choose their flavors

Their effect on you is none

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Mirrors

Mirrors will tell you the cruelest of lies

Shatter your hopes and dreams

Just look right into that mirror’s eyes

And let out your loudest screams

Tell yourself that you’re beautiful

Whether you believe it or not

I want your ears to be full

Of compliments you’ve never forgot

The man down the street likes your shoes

The woman in your class thinks you’re wise

Just be prepared for the day the mirror

Is gone, replaced by eyes.

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Magnetic Love

From the moment I saw you

I felt something in me connect

it holds me stuck like glue

I can't explain it

Took a hold on me like nothing ever before

You're the positive

I'm the negative

We could be magnetic

We could be electric

Hold me and never let me go

I'll cling to you with my very existance

And were you go I will follow even if there is something between us.

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Breaking Point

There comes a point at which I break

A point when it’s more than just an ache

A wound that bleeds, beyond repair

It hurts so much I just can’t care

My heart is numb, emotions dead

I cling to life by the smallest thread

I’m like a light bulb inside out

Light is reflected without a doubt

In the darkness I move to and fro

Going to places I don’t want to go

I drag my feet and break the glass

Mirrors beneath me all seem to crash

So through the point that I am falling

I can’t go back to the voices calling

They tell me it will be ok

But they can’t feel their pain this way

Surrounded by love I’m always alone

No one can help me I’m already gone.

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Mist of Men

Dripping off leaves of forests destroyed

is the memory of dread

the smell of sadness surrounds as I feel the past creep up my spine

the sand of time stings my skin as it’s thrust through the void of my esteem

and I watch the steam rise from fatigued bodies

smiles fade away after they separate,

tears fall and sweat dries

the stench of disappointment lingering

like that of a corpse buried within someone’s heart

decaying in the lost forest of what used to be

the strongest emotion capable of existing

before the flowers, trees, and animals were extinct

from the bombs that were dropped by the heartless men

who now ache and cry

from isolation.