Brianna N

Brianna N Jun 9

Nature

I dance in the rain,
I play in the sun,
I cry in the wind,
I cringe in the warm.

I watch the clouds,
and I count the stars.

Nature is round,
and I embrace.

Even if I don’t enjoy,
I still think it’s to be desired.

Nature is round,
and one must embrace.

What else could ever take it’s place?

Super stormy right now where I live, so I was inspired to make a little feelings/nature poem.

Brianna N Jun 6

“For once time goes,”

I can’t help ponder,
the essence of time,
For once time goes,
It is forever gone.

The time I’ve used to write this,
cannot be given back,
Me, the one in control of myself,
can only take time away from myself.

I don’t get to add it.
I can’t change it.

I do know I won’t waste my short term here,
doing nothing of some worth.

Brianna N Jun 6

To my dear Rose, ll

I wish you would talk to me,
it’s so hard without your voice in my life.
Do you want me to send more flowers?
Do you want Jeremy, Jim, or Kai?
Or do you hide your feelings of me from them?
I know you love me more than you love them.
I know.
So, how is your dog?
I saw you walking him yesterday,
though you didn’t wave,
you looked scared.
Probably because you thought something was gonna happen to your pup.
His name is mine, right?
I know you want me in your life,
so answer back!

Your Man, H

Brianna N Jun 5

Undefined and Misshapen

I am undefined.
     My edges are blurred.
                 I am too soft to cut.
                          I am too rough to hold.
                                    I am invisible to some.
                                            I am too visible to some.
                                                       My heart is scraped.
                                                               I have scraped others.
                                                                    What am I? What do I do?
I am undefined.
     My edges are blurred.
                 I am too soft to cut.
                          I am too rough to hold.
                                    I am invisible to some.
                                            I am too visible to some.
                                                       My heart is scraped.
                                                               I have scraped others.
I am undefined.
     My edges are blurred.
                 I am too soft to cut.
                          I am too rough to hold.
                                    I am invisible to some.
                                            I am too visible to some.
                                                       My heart is scraped.
                                                               I have scraped others.



                                 I am undefined. I am misshapen.

Brianna N Jun 5

I want silence-

I want silence-
Not of conflict,
But in violence.

I want silence-
Not of thoughts,
But in obscene choices.

I want silence-
Not of people,
But in those who don’t listen.

I want silence-
Not of opinion,
But in discrimination.

I want silence-
Not in love,
But in toxicity.

I want silence-
Not in life,
But in the world.

I want silence, just not as one would usually think.

Brianna N Jun 5

Humanity

The only thing keeping us from savagery is rules,
For without things in place morals would dissipate,
For we would do unspeakable acts…

Till then we block out the need for violence,
We make things happen so others don’t.
We need these or humanity will fail.

Again and again and again.

Brianna N Jun 5

Cracked, Broken, Split

The mirror broke just like her soul,
cracked and split like her heart,
but she would break it again,
so she wouldn’t see herself in the reflection,
but a cracked mirror showed you over and over,
you smaller and smaller,
but she liked it better this way,
for she did feel smaller,
she didn’t feel whole, so a broken mirror was better.

Even though she would never learn to love herself as one.