I'M GOING TO BE PUBLISHED!!!!!!!!

HOLY CRAP!!!!!!!!

I've been submitting work to various magazines and other things for a couple of months now, which I've never really done before. I've heard from two of them, and I got into both!

So, I, Brianna Fynboh, will be reading my poem ("In What Is Always Right (a Villanelle)")at Augsburg college next wednesday. Also, my acrostic ("Plucking Flower Petals; Acrostic: Anticipation) will be published in The Talking Stick magazine, or at least my teacher said it was going to be and she's smart so I'm thinking she knows.

I'm very excited!!!!!

So yeah, I have to go to class, so I'll talk to YOU later!

xoxo,
Brii

Sonnet

A glowing red across my face
Sharp numbers on the clock
Tell me time still follows pace,
Though life seems to have stopped.
I fear one day I'll look behind
At twisted descending days
To see the one good thing I find
Has slipped out of my way.
Search for just one reason to run,
To grasp just one sweet breath,
To chase, to maybe catch the sun,
To catch up to my death.
I wish that I could show you, that maybe you could see
The true extent of panic which grows inside of me.

Acrostic; Naked

Never felt so beautiful,
Alive and here for once in my life.
Keep me close so I can feel you breathe
Every time you whisper in my ear.
Don't let me disappear again.

Sestina

My faintly worn path is careless,
a bewildering road
thrown intoa mess
of others, tangling over
a map backed in shaded gray fear.
do you understand, my friend?

It feels asd though i'm splitting, friend,
And I'm lured by a want to be careless.
I know this obsession is what you fear.
My life is a dividing road
With two conduits for you and I to fight over.
We both know I'llthrow away balance in favor of mess.

The idea of choosing mess
Consumes me, and this inner chaos is a fancied friend.
I long for the unhealthy race-too-soon-over,
and I cannot forget my lovely-colored careless.
I've never wished for a road
Of "perfect" safety, and i'm sorry for your fear.

and though i know you only fear
For my well-being and snarled mind of mess,
I'll still depart from the road
You ask me to construct, as a true friend.
I'll feed this endless taste for life (with a side of careless)
Despite the realization that his headlong adrenaline rush will quickly be over.

I told you my healthless run was over,
A tiny-big-black-white lie to calm the fear.
I'm thinking this was insanely careless.
You know me well enough not to see the mess.
You love me more then I deserve, friend,
From my selfish soul to the poorly maintained road.

Soon, my restless self will take to the road.
I've got time to kill, burned bridges to cross over,
and I'm yet stuill hopefull that you're the friend
I keep. Losing you is a dark possibility I fear.
Without you, life would be more so a mess.
I can only apoligize, love, for my excess so careless.

The short and winding road I walk, without fear,
Though the walk shall soon be over, an end to my mess.
I wish I had not treated the friend, only friend, with such careless.

In What is Always Right (A Villanelle)

In what is always right,
Singing sharp and lovely bright, glittering
Beauty in a silent night.

Thin fingers reach for pretty lights
of loving crimson, vividly dripping
In what is always right.

Compulsion takes its hold, a plight
In bloody whispers, shaking, trembling,
Hated beauty in a silent night.

Dodging nightmares in blackest night,
Stay here with me, so I'll stay clinging
To what is always right.

Please keep my stronghold to the light,
Hide shiv'ring wrists so life stays seeming
Beauty in a silent night,
In what is always right.

Ekphrasis--Fiery Dance

Flaming bodies,
Pulling close,
Reaching for one another in
Passionate fervor,
So enveloped in our own
Desperate heat to see
The quiet one, all
Enclosed in delicate and periwinkle,
Unable to take that extra step
In living supposedly unrestrained
As we do.

Assigned Haiku

Meditation
Scented candles burn,
A sweet meditation in
Perfect loneliness.


Alone?
A pained silence brings
Unwanted self-secrets and
A longing well feared.

Confusion in Betrayal

Rain Echoes the words I told You
(I was a monster)
, Telling the earth of my non-Worth
with Inches of prejudice.
friends Are Toy Soldiers and Paper Skulls,
fiction to suppress the Urge to shout
opinion, to scream The Opposite of Actuate.
I was about to turn away...

self-Actualization

trapped,
removed from Society,
feeling ruined and suppressed.
i struggle to convince You of my
Independance, because i know
You want me to live without
Mistakes, though You know
my Mistakes are
almost needed.
how can i Learn,
or Grow,
or Overcome when You're smothering me?

just let Me go.

Untitled

The translucent flavor of my sunny smile
Is a prisoner behind my delirious mind.
Bitter pictures devour you after
Vast, elaborate shadows absorb the screams.

Let's forget when I died, and
Perhaps we will discover music and nighttime,
Foolishly flowering webs, and the
Reason we became so weak.

My faint, Technicolor heart is made of glass,
And yours is black and made of stone.
If only you knew that these
Champaign-induced dreams can melt marble.

Why did I come here in the first place?

I'm Trying to Spell It Out For You...
A saved message,
Bringing back memories of
Calamity in heartache.
Details in the fabric of your tired
Entity call for taking responsibility. I'll
Face the deeply throbbing twinge and
Generate my own survival if you
Have faith
In the things that make you panic
Just long enough to
Keep the
Longing at bay.
My heart can swell to encompass you in
No time at all.
Open your thoughts to me, and I can
Protect you from the
Quelling whispers of a society that likes to
Repress your individual goodness, the
Special part that
Tells me you are beautiful.
Under the facade,
Value is hidden by the firm belief that you lack
Worth. A
Xenophobic mask isn't as attractive on you as
You think. Can you look past my
Zealous, overexcited behavior to my own secret insecurity?
We could teach each other to love ourselves.

Coffee and a Bad Latte

A little problem with solutions
and some wordplay revealed that
i was pretty much in control,
except for the
Hunger the Wall around my heart released.
Am i totally crazy?
i shouldn't have been there in the first place.
People like me don't deserve the
bliss and mystery people like You bring.
addicted to misdeeds and pride,
can a seventeen-year-old Indie misfit
forget to remember peices of a former life
interested in silent medication
to make a heart feel alive?
Afraid to fall and
climbing free-verse ladders,
deep down i knew
you were gone.
Hated love takes its toll as i fall,
kicking and screawming.
i didn't understand,
Never really thought about
what Want could do
until now.
Hear me with your eyes when
my New Self dives wildly into the night.
Love has left me prisoner behind
Ink Words running.