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  Apr 2016 Brianne Rose
Hadrian Veska
The hand of the sky
With its paintbrush of blue
Slid over the heavens
Above me and you

And over the course
Of the brisk autumn day
It painted the sky
Every color but grey

From the warmth of the morning
Filled with its light
To the azure of the evening
Leading into the night

Then as dark drew near
The hand painted its last
And filled our vision
With stars like glass
Brianne Rose Apr 2016
United we Stand,
Divided we Fall,
But you can not divide No One at all.
Based off of tonight's events, father decided to basically call me a no one. so here ya go. criticism welcome
Brianne Rose Mar 2016
On the waters of a distant Sea, A place seemingly frozen solid stood tall,
It's streets deserted and dusty, the buildings that lined the road looked almost eerie and haunting.
The all to quiet structures gazing down, their windows as eyes,
dark and unmoving, their doors unhinged or completely missing,
it was as if they had mouths where the doors were, gaping and hollow.
The Innermost buildings looked worse than the Outermost ones, these where missing chunks and pieces from them, some where missing whole walls, vines overtaking their exterior, winding and curling in towards the vacated rooms to stretch and writhe all throughout.
These homes looked like they where Screaming, whether from their erosion or from the vine sit was unsure, they all surrounded something though. Green and Vibrant, it stood, Alive and Unwithered, it waited,
the unyielding stone helped hide what it truly was, as only rows upon rows of stone could be seen, dotted occasionally by these still and silent figures, Crying, Weeping, as if for the loss of Noise and Vibrance from it's surrounding structures. In the midst of these figures stood, alone and taller than any else stone there, an alone tomb, on it inscribed a single quote,

"Don't - For ANY reason - Blink."
sorry it's been so long since I've been on, sorry sorry. BUT! I hope this makes up for it all, so Enjoy and as always Constructive criticism is welcome.
  Nov 2015 Brianne Rose
Tiffany Marie
Bold me
Italic him
"Hey girl"
"Hi what's up?"
"Nothing,you?"
"Can you come over?"The worry was clear in my voice
"Sure is something wrong?"He could feel the concern in her voice
"No just please come."
Ten minutes later he arrived
I raced downstairs to greet him
I swung the door open and there he stood
A Vase of flowers and a box of chocolates
I kissed him gently and then hugged him
He stroked my hair and we went to the
living room to sit."So thanks for the gifts"
"Any time"
"I finally made a nickname for you"
"Oh Really?"
"Yep"
And That Is?"
"Well Mr.Lover oh course"
He kissed me gingerly and there we stayed just like
that for hours kissing and knowing the true meaning of real


                                                       * LOVE
LOVE LOVE AND REAL ACTUAL LOVE
  Nov 2015 Brianne Rose
Debbie Malloy
He has x-ray vision,
but he's as blind as a bat.
He sees straight to my heart,
but cannot see my fat.

He's as strong as an ox,
but as gentle as can be.
He's **** in his shorts,
and in a suit-a sight to see!

He's my super-hero,
even though he can't  fly;
He doesn't drive a Bat-Mobile,
or freeze time with his eye.

But the things that he 'can' do
far outweigh the things he can't;
and they give the word "Super-Hero"
a whole new slant!
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