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Bryce Weyerman

Bryce Weyerman

Venessa

by Bryce McKay Weyerman

In her eyes she held a fortune that could not be counted.
But in her hands she holds ten cents.
In my hand I hold the world.
In my hand I hold ten cents.

To the little girl I helped move things out of her house. She was so curious and pure.

Other works by Bryce Weyerman...
Our Cabin

Oh how I long for those peaceful… Where I don’t live to work. I live to love and love to work wi…
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Create

The pen to paper you touch is icho… so divine. Create! The slightest pressure from you ha… Create!
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Buttered Kisses

The smell of cinnamon. A melted heart and a smile. Warming hands; in hand. My I have this dance, in the kitc… A harmony of smells.
 2
Air Balloon

Wondrously spacious, yet calm and… The evening sun setting in the bac… Luminous they bounce, swaying with… The hot air balloons like giant li… Freckling the night they twinkle l…
 2
Smile

Smile! Really, I mean it. I haven’t seen you smile in a long… Those turned-up lips don’t count. Smile with your eyes.
Still life: Excess, by Albert Anker
Food Speaks

As a cook I know food speaks. Every menu plan, every baking adve… Every meal I make isn’t just to b… The experience gained, every mista… When I cook for you I don’t just…
 1
This House is Full

This house is full. I did my fare share, but it was fu… Full of undiscovered boxes, reject… I don’t think this house has ever… Full of desires and other aspirati…
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Careful

If I have to be careful around yo… You are not my friend... You’re an argument waiting to happ… A discourse. A disagreement.
My Charge

They are not the ones that got awa… Not in the sense that they are los… Have no sympathy for me. No. They have succeeded and escaped fr…
Reno

Stagnate sunlight breathes a stale… You rest your head in my lap. I play with your hair like the dus… I have nothing to give you, but I… Physical distance runs parallel wh…
Figures

He is an interesting fellow to say… And say the least I shall, for I… He resembles a man, but is anythin… Pumping through his veins are the… He is a carnivore and you are his…
 1
Remember Happiness

Driving though the sunset, the passersby’s are fields of whea… Listening to music you won’t remem… Remember this. Remember the feeling as you reach…
Enemies to Lovers?

I love you, but you hate me. So hate me till you love to hate m… Love me till you hate to love me. Then love me till you love to love…
, by Will Walker
Footprints

I think about my footprints and who will follow in them; and hope mine don’t just end as those did before me. But instead we come to walk side by side until they forge their own path an...
Fate

A missed turn. Rerouting directions. Accidental detour. Taking the scenic route. The long way home.



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