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.

A Couple of Super Short Poems

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.

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?

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

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

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.