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Jul 2018 · 2.8k
EARth
Breanna Smith Jul 2018
I hear my children
I listen
I care
Why won't you listen when I cry?
Why won't you listen?
Do you feel the ground moving?
Can you not hear me?
Can you not feel the vibrations?
Where are you all going to go when winter comes and the cold harsh reality of not having a dwelling settles in?

Who will you ask for help from then?
Will they listen?
Will they care?
Will they let you close
To their fire
Or will you freeze?

Alone,
With no one
No one to care about what war you fought
What you have done to save them
How hard you work at home
How you suffer in silence
Because you can't fly your flag!?
If you could just be you and stand up again! Be the soldier at home
To protect those you love and care about!
Be color blind!
Be deaf to the vile words!
Watch the theft and stop it
With kindness
Before it escalates!
Know that everyone has hard choices
To make to keep their kin alive!

But because you are mean
With your harsh words
You must be fighting somewhere...right?
Are you ready to fight at home?
Let me tell you
BLACK and BLUE does not need to be anyones skin color of the day!
Those colors do not look good on
Any family membor or friend!

Vile words hurt worse
They cut a person down
They replay in our heads
Until we go crazy!
At times that we need strength
Those emotional scars never leave us...
They take up space
In our heads and
Our hearts and even in our souls
They turn us into mean people
Who hurt others
Broken people have sharp edges
Handled improperly
Leaves nothing but
Hurt

Continuing to hurt each other is not the answer anyone is looking for
Maybe it used to be
We can not continue
Not anymore!
Not in 2017
Not now in 2018
Not later
No
Never
Ever
Again!
We need to
STOP!
Stop fighting each other

Start making our world
A great place to live in
Again!
Not just everyone out for themselves!
Our Mother Earth loves us
That is why we have the privilege
Of being alive on THIS PLANET!
Just keep that in mind next time you want to hurt someone else
The pen can be mightier then the sward but it still comes at a price
What are YOU willing to pay?
Will it be your family
Or your friends
Or how about
Your life?
Are the prices we pay too high?
Yes.
So be kind!
Put yourself
In their shoes
Even if
Just
For
A day!
Jul 2018 · 491
Eyes
Breanna Smith Jul 2018
My eyes are wide open
My eyes might be tear stained
They might be puffy and red
But I will no longer turn a blind eye
I will no longer let the world go blind
"An EYE FOR AN EYE makes the
Whole world blind!"
Or does anyone care anymore?
Are we all THAT self-pitying and down on our luck?
What price are we still willing to pay?
For our food, for our health, for guns, or do we trade in lives now?
It is time to
Stop!
We should not have to cry everyday, we should not wait until our bodies hurt so bad that we can not take it any longer! We should be able to work in environments that encourage personal growth not just the bottom line. Why are the voices crying for help and change being silenced? Our great country was founded on good morals! I guess it is time to read the constitution again to make sure our forefathers and foremothers would not give us a swift kick in the *** today!
Dec 2013 · 1.0k
Case of the Foggy Brain
Breanna Smith Dec 2013
Have you heard?
A case of the foggy brain has been goin round
Downtown
Even southbound.

Be mindful of the creepy fog
It will invade even the clearest of minds.
It starts in the neck and works it's way to the madulaobingota,
It seeps into the crevices of the brain
Till it's invaded the whole **** thing.

You must be pleading
"There has to be something that someone can do? Shirley a nurse, a doctor, or even a lobotomy would do!"

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news
But not a single thing
But hope for a
Sunny day to clear the mind slime away.

I have it!
That is the answer my friends!
Hope
Even on the rainest of days
When the case of the foggy brain is not yet at bay,
Don't lose hope
For the sun will eventually
Come your way
lately my life is kinda put me in a fog and this has been my answer to it.
I hope everyone enjoys and maybe take something from it :)
May 2013 · 648
Hey you!
Breanna Smith May 2013
Hey you
Have I told you yet
How I love all the little things you do?
How those hearts you send in messages
Make me smile  
Have I told you yet?
How you make me laugh
With the silly little things you do
Hey you
Have I told you yet?
How much I love you
Mar 2013 · 2.1k
To Busy
Breanna Smith Mar 2013
You forget about her
About us
Your sisters
Are we so easily sweep under the rug?
She misses you do you know that?
Asking
"Where is big brother?"
"Where have all his things gone?"
"Is he coming back?"
Oh right
You couldn't possibly know that
You're never around

She is going to be grown up in a blink of an eye
And she will not know you because
You can't be bothered with responsibility
To busy acting entitled I guess

How can you just leave and never look back?
Oh right your living in the moment
Trying to always be "happy"
Stupidly you said you didn't want to be
Responsible for anything
Not your life
Or your choices
Or your future
Let me tell you little brother
happiness
Is not the drug you smoke
Or the bottle you drink
Or the party you
Vaguely remember

I have a question  
If not you then who?
Who will be responsible for your
Foolishness
Stupidity
Recklessness?

Bad news for you selfish one
I have the answer and you will not like it
It will be you
That is how life works
One day karma and
All the horrible choices you made will
Come back to give you what you have coming
All these debts will have to be paid in full
Maybe not now, tomorrow, or even the day after that,
But someday

Then what will you do?
Will we remember you?
After you forgot about us
Leaving us in the dust
To pick up all the peaces
You left behind
Will we be bothered
To help you?
Mar 2013 · 766
Where we Knew
Breanna Smith Mar 2013
I was afraid when I knew
I was in love with you
I knew I would only give
My heart to the one who
Could break it

My love for you is as deep
And as true as the Ocean
Where we knew we felt
The same for one another

I will never forget sitting
On that washed up tree
Looking out over the sea
More nervous then
I had ever been
You had me then
As you always will

Falling in love with you
Has changed my life
As cheesy as it sounds
I'm happily yours
Forever
Feb 2013 · 646
Y&M
Breanna Smith Feb 2013
Y&M
Oregon sun on my skin
The crisp breeze ruffling my hair
The air still holds the chill of winter but
Spring is just around the corner
With it brings promise of
New flowers
New life
New love
More laughs
Between
You
and
Me*

Dedicated to Robert with Love
Feb 2013 · 10.9k
My Weapon
Breanna Smith Feb 2013
"Don't bother going to school, your not smart enough."
"No one will ever love you, your not thin."
"You will not get respect, your not worthy."
"Your to young to know anything."
"All you need to do is live your life the way we tell you to."

Every word out of their mouths
Is meant to crush
My mind
My soul
To enslave
Me

They hide
Behind their religion
Judging everyone
Especially their own kin
Using prayer as a threat  
God as a weapon
For their own ****** up agendas  
Why can't I tell them
I think they are full of ****
Tell them where they can shove
All the ******* coming from their lips
They don't care about me
They use their supposed love
As a method for
Control

Finally
I have found my own weapon
Against their brand of evil
I went to school,
Worked hard,
Worked even harder
for good grades,
Graduated High School
College graduate
Found a great man
I am going to live the rest of my life with
I have NOT given up God but
  I will not fear him
For he is
My best friend
My protector

As for my greatest weapon
It is my
Brain
Jan 2013 · 723
All This Pain
Breanna Smith Jan 2013
This hurt is enough for a lifetime
It is stacked precariously upon all the other pain
So much hurt, enough hurt to last ten lifetimes over

Please don't let my smile fool you
If you do you will hurt me to
There is only so many times I can put something
As fragile as glass back together
Before it becomes useless
One day my heart will be Humpty Dumpty
No one will be able to put it back together again   

This poor heart is already missing so many peaces it does not work as it did
If I give it to the one who does not know he has it
Will he be hurt by the sharp peaces that are left?
Can he make this sad pathetic thing feel hole again?
Is it even fair to burden my heart upon him?

All this pain is too much!
Jan 2013 · 1000
Not Afraid Anymore
Breanna Smith Jan 2013
Heart beating fast
Pushing adrenaline through my vanes
Pupils dilating
Breath quickening
The monster is clowning it's way out
I can not keep it locked away anymore
It feels so good to let the chains containing it break away
It's so easy, the monster that lives within me is so strong
Black wings break through skin
Fingers elongate, sharp black nails form
My head wiping back unleashing a piercing scream
Red takes over the blue of my eyes, the slits that are now my pupils
Snap into focus on something
The growl turns into a howl as it rips it's way out of my throat
I'm not afraid of you anymore
Who do you think will win...
This time?
Jan 2013 · 657
Three Words
Breanna Smith Jan 2013
Those pretty little words
Tickle my finger tips as I write
Invade my thoughts as I think
Dance upon my tongue as I speak
Warm my heart as it beats.
Those pretty little words
Make sense where sense was not before.
It would be so easy to give those three little
Words wings.
Those pretty little words
Can hurt so deeply as well
So I will wait for the
Perfect time to tell
You I love
You
Jan 2013 · 5.6k
Invisible
Breanna Smith Jan 2013
They are at their breaking point when I'm already broken
Yet I am to be the shoulder to cry on,
The person who makes things all better.
I'm invisible now like so many times when others are more important.
My heart is once again shattered and
I'm left picking up the peaces with ******, tired fingers.
It's not fare but they don't seem to care.
Tired of crying, I want to scream!
If only they could see I'm hurting,
maybe I wouldn't be
invisible any more.
Jan 2013 · 687
Brother
Breanna Smith Jan 2013
Before years three and five things where easy, happy, magical, everything in the world seemed right like it should be through the eyes of children.
At years three and five our world was torn apart, the band aids where torn off by the person who was supposed to help us be years three and five.
Those wounds were never let to mend, leaving nasty scars that never stopped hurting.
As years three and five slipped by things only got worse, the childhoods we should have had where ripped from us.
I tried to protect you little brother, please believe me, I really tried.
I hoped if I did all the growing up that you would not have to, that you could have enough of a childhood that those scars would heal.
Though I cooked, cleaned, watched over you, listened to HIS lies, HIS slander, I gave it my all, and it did nothing, you still hurt and those scars never did heal.
Even today you hurt so much that you do those terrible things little brother, to get away from the horrible world!
Rationally I know it's not my fault, I know HE should have been there for us, to protect us, to take care of us, when he was not.

Even though I know all that I still can’t help but feel like it’s my fault.
I’m sorry brother!

I will try to do the right things now and maybe you can still have
a good life.
Aug 2012 · 441
Trying to Write of You
Breanna Smith Aug 2012
I have tried to write of you
on my hand
in the sand
with a stick  
on a walk
on the beach
it was almost within reach
but there are no words
to describe how I feel
about you.
Breanna Smith May 2012
A life the beauty of a butterfly is what you lived
Even now that you are gone I see you in the faces of those who are strangers
But for a moment they are you
The one who is a butterfly
How I wish to be in the presence of your warmth  
The reality hits my heart  
Taking the blood from my body
I feel cold after those moments
When the blood returns
So do the tears to my eyes
They fall for you the fallen butterfly
Who's wings where crushed so shortly
After you where no longer in your cocoon,
No longer a caterpillar but the most beautiful of butterfly's.

There are those who wounder about your little caterpillars
But I know you who had the life the beauty of a butterfly
Will watch over them from your place beside our
Heavenly Father for he has given you
Even more gorgeous wings
They are those of an angel.  

-Dedicated in loving memory of Michelle
Breanna Smith May 2012
Two broken people can't find happiness
Two broken trees can't support one another
Everything will come crashing down
Everything will hurt
Like a closet too full
Like a volcano about to go
                     vs.
Two broken people will find happiness like
Two broken trees will become stronger by leaning on each other like
Everything being salved like
Everything being mended like
A closet being cleaned like
A volcano blowing off steam like
Me being with you
Happily ever after.
May 2012 · 12.7k
Big Blue Blanket
Breanna Smith May 2012
I lay awake in bed one late night
Letting memories wash over me
When a memory wondered into my brain
A memory of my childhood
Back to late nights
Just as this one
When I was cuddled up
With my soft big blue blanket
It was torn at the edges
One edge missing completly

It kept me worm in the winters
Made a great fort in the summers
Held me tight during nightmares
Wiped my tears when I cried
Let me rest in its vast softness
Made an elegant dress for dress up
The best padding for play fights
Made for the best tug-of-war
Between my brother and I
It made me feel at home on long trips
Kept me company
On the couch when I was sick

Now where is my
Cuddly childhood blanket?
In a box in the attic
Waiting for once again
When it can be held tight
In the arms of a child
May 2012 · 11.4k
There it Grows
Breanna Smith May 2012
Sweetly does the rain
Sing against my window,
As it stirs the lavender
That caresses my nose,
Growing beneath my window as
My mother planted it there to do.
Wary do I grow of counting the
Lines,
Groves,
And cracks in my ever changing ceiling.
I try making out images instead of counting, Lacking creativity all I can see is
White,
Frooved
Clouds.

Dusk is capturing the world now and
The rain has finished it’s melody,
The insects and frogs
Take the stage and
Somewhere in the distance
Is the cry of a lone hawk,
Maybe feeling left out of the insects and frogs Choirs as,
He cries 
His sad
Song.

Pondering as to what the
Hawk’s story is
And as I ponder
I begin to hum
A soft melody keeping time
With the frogs and insects,
Maybe I am feeling left
Out like the hawk?

A breeze joins in,
String up the glories
Smell of lavender again
And cooling my face as it
Comes through the open window
I slowly drift
Off
To
Sleep...
...zzz
May 2012 · 496
The Story
Breanna Smith May 2012
Tell me a story oh please tell me a story; a story of when times were better, when times were much simpler, a story of when time was slower.
Tell me a story that will give me hope for those days to come around again, a story that gives me hope that will change my life and in turn I can change people’s lives around me.
Tell me a story that will encourage me to make my life part of this story and inspire even more.
Tell me a story that will make me cry, bring me to my knees, laugh until my stomach hurts, touch my heart and pull on its strings, open my mind and wrap it’s self around it, uplift my sole, give me hope, tell me the joys of love and faith, and make me never forget.
May 2012 · 5.2k
If Pain Stopped Hurting
Breanna Smith May 2012
How could a father hurt his daughter while telling her she means more to him than the world? How can a baby be neglected by his mother?! How can a lover cheat with another!

At times like these it would be better to let the world stop turning, to breathe the last breath, to say the last word, to make the pain stop forever...?

A heart that hurts with every breath, a baby that stops its cries because mama isn’t coming, a love that dwindles, snuffed out, and dies.

At times like these wouldn’t it be better to end it all? If the world stop turning, if pain stopped hurting?!

A little girl grows up to resent her farther, a baby boy grows apart from a world he feels he isn’t a part of, a family is torn apart.

At times like these wouldn’t it be easier for the world to stop turning, easier to breath the last breath, to say the last word, wouldn’t it be easier for it all to be over?!

A women who is strong for herself and others, a family grows closer, stronger than ever before, a boy who knows the harsh truth about this world he lives in.

So it is asked again would pain stop hurting if the world stopped turning?

— The End —