Know what you want
Know who u are, don’t u ever waste any time; little things like this will keep u by the finish line.
Time on this earth goes so fast, so quick, like when raindrops fall from the sky,
Love yourself immensely, and intensely
This will be your battle cry.
Hold your ground and find your purpose your dignity, morality, your hue;
This is the formula to living life anew.
Be kind, be courageous, and always understand
Life isn’t always given, and will never come as a demand/
Please, my dear child, believe me when I say;
Love will always be the hardest when not known when to walk away,
But love yourself, be yourself, have faith in you
This is the key for others to learn to love you too/
And at the end of the day
All the sorry in the world will never mend or keep,
The contempt you aim to feel when u lay down to sleep-
And please if they ask, don’t u ever dare,
Because hollowed out lovers are everywhere.

~Breanna Womble
4.24.18

There are things that we so desire;

Fragments of once could be’s left sizzling next to the wake of an open fire

A sore and unruly rest for those who bare no need to transpose,

A romantics lust for love is as sheer as the daydreamers dream I suppose.

We don’t confide the things that yearn in the hollowed depths of our soul;

That in which age and mature vastly inside us, for that they’ll never know-

And when given the chance one might never give in-

Because vulnerability is best when it’s bared in  hidden.

You can look in the eyes of another and see their truth revealed;

Their words yet still cascade fabrication of a world never revealed

We hide, we squander, in life’s most precious things,

But behind our synthetic candor; we all know why the caged bird sings



~Breanna Womble

2:01am

I have wept in my mother's sorrows
In tears of those of lost and labored-
That life is waster when settled,
And regretted when hated.
The drugs have never covered-
They will never coat the fear that lives inside of you;
And the bottle that I've used to block the days before me
Have left me in depths of hollow and confusion,
To which the sky says yet again when I'm on my knees and looking for an answer-
I have yet to find but more questions.
This reflection I stand before shows more than I know;
Or wish to see,
Open your eyes and break the dark uncertainty.

~Bre Womble
5/29/19