Alice; Acrostic
Alice learns to
Listen close, when she's only
Inches tall.
Climb the table, reach the pill, and
Everything will be all right.
Earth's Children
a Mother will care for a Child
until He is fully grown,
but when He is greedy,
excessively needy,
the Mother is known to disown.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Keep Trying to Tame Me. See What Happens.
Why do you continue to insist
I try your pretty paint box?
You should've known long before this
That I love to load the dice
In your twisted game of status quo.
I won't feel dirty
When your institutional glow
Curses individuality.
In your conviction,
My freedom is your enemy.
I sang rebellion from very conception.
Isn't Minority lovely?
I try your pretty paint box?
You should've known long before this
That I love to load the dice
In your twisted game of status quo.
I won't feel dirty
When your institutional glow
Curses individuality.
In your conviction,
My freedom is your enemy.
I sang rebellion from very conception.
Isn't Minority lovely?
Saturday, February 6, 2010
HEY!!!
Okay, people. You know I love you when you tell me I'm awesome. But I'm past the stage in my writing where people just tell me everything's good for fear that they'll hurt my feelings. I know I can write decent--now I would like someone to tell me what I can do to make it better. That's the main reason I post my work. Not for an ego boost, but for some, you know, constructive criticism. Please?
Thank You, ♥♥♥,
Brii333
Thank You, ♥♥♥,
Brii333
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Letter to Myself
Splish, splash, splish, splash.
Rain falls, like a soft cleanser, to wash away what's left of acid tears.
The hot, angry, salty lava drips from my eyes, leaving it's mark on the frozen skin of my cheeks. My dress, once clean and white, is stained with grass and mud, black from the fear of my indecision. The soft, cold, wet fabric clings to my form, revealing every imperfection I've ever tried to hide.
Was it the scars that made you leave? The fading, white-purple slashes on my body, lingering reminders of my addiction, an ominous warning of my insecurity?
If I build up the scar tissue, will I forget you existed? Can I hide you away in the fortress of my mind, where your image will slowly fade and your view of the world, bright and delightful, will blacken and crumble to dust?
Memories of you haunt me like a ghost, a child that's forgotten and crying. It hurts me more to see what you've become--bitter, angry, and hateful.
I miss you.
NOTE
This was actually written sometime over a year ago, but I ran across it and thought it should go in here, so I hope you enjoy this little peice of ancient history. xoxo, Brii333
Rain falls, like a soft cleanser, to wash away what's left of acid tears.
The hot, angry, salty lava drips from my eyes, leaving it's mark on the frozen skin of my cheeks. My dress, once clean and white, is stained with grass and mud, black from the fear of my indecision. The soft, cold, wet fabric clings to my form, revealing every imperfection I've ever tried to hide.
Was it the scars that made you leave? The fading, white-purple slashes on my body, lingering reminders of my addiction, an ominous warning of my insecurity?
If I build up the scar tissue, will I forget you existed? Can I hide you away in the fortress of my mind, where your image will slowly fade and your view of the world, bright and delightful, will blacken and crumble to dust?
Memories of you haunt me like a ghost, a child that's forgotten and crying. It hurts me more to see what you've become--bitter, angry, and hateful.
I miss you.
NOTE
This was actually written sometime over a year ago, but I ran across it and thought it should go in here, so I hope you enjoy this little peice of ancient history. xoxo, Brii333
Monday, February 1, 2010
Acrostics
Acrostic::Chaos
~~~
Chords of life have tangled, twisted,
Hate contorting lovely golden strands.
Anger is useless--release the
Oppressive restriction of modern Life.
Supressing the nature to care destroys us.
---
Get Me Out of Here; Acrostic::Despair
~~~
Desperate, despondant,
Ever seeking,
Searching for the
Poorly constructed Wall that hides the
Acute, terrifying inability to hold
Imminant tears, welling up in my
Resistant, war-torn eyes.
---
Plucking Flower Petals; Acrostic::Anticipation
~~~
A lovely, warm,
Nervous feeling in the
Tips of my fingers and toes,
Isolating the most
Curiously vulnerable parts
In my typically independant, not-so-
Patient nature. It isn't just
Another wishful dream.
This time, you're real, and
I'm real, and
Only the clinging insecurity threatens the
Nerves I once had so carefully wrapped in iron...
---
My Mother Calls Me Crazy; Acrostic::Mosh Pit
~~~
Many bodies, mingling
Overlapping,
Swimming together with their own
Heavy, thrashing strokes. The delicious
Pain and smell of sweat lingers
In the air after
The final riff echoes.
~~~
Chords of life have tangled, twisted,
Hate contorting lovely golden strands.
Anger is useless--release the
Oppressive restriction of modern Life.
Supressing the nature to care destroys us.
---
Get Me Out of Here; Acrostic::Despair
~~~
Desperate, despondant,
Ever seeking,
Searching for the
Poorly constructed Wall that hides the
Acute, terrifying inability to hold
Imminant tears, welling up in my
Resistant, war-torn eyes.
---
Plucking Flower Petals; Acrostic::Anticipation
~~~
A lovely, warm,
Nervous feeling in the
Tips of my fingers and toes,
Isolating the most
Curiously vulnerable parts
In my typically independant, not-so-
Patient nature. It isn't just
Another wishful dream.
This time, you're real, and
I'm real, and
Only the clinging insecurity threatens the
Nerves I once had so carefully wrapped in iron...
---
My Mother Calls Me Crazy; Acrostic::Mosh Pit
~~~
Many bodies, mingling
Overlapping,
Swimming together with their own
Heavy, thrashing strokes. The delicious
Pain and smell of sweat lingers
In the air after
The final riff echoes.
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