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Brianna Duffin Oct 2017
What level of 'lonely' am I?
Advanced?... Pro?... Master?... Expert?
I don't know how to quantify my loneliness
Here's what I do know:
I am so lonely I don't even know what it feels like to be wanted
I am so lonely I don't even know what it feels like to live outside of isolation
I am so lonely I don't even know what it feels like to be anything but alone
Here's what I do know:
I want to escape this incredible land of infinite loneliness
I want to leave this life of loneliness behind,
I want all of this to be over.
Brianna Duffin Oct 2017
If we weather the dusk
If we survive the dark
We are reborn each dawn.
And yesterday need not matter
But tomorrow matters even less.
Today...
Only today...
That is all that matters
So count your blessings
And be the best that you can be
Live through each moment
Only for this moment in itself.
Today, and only today
Is all we must know.
I wrote this when I was watching the sunrise last week.
Brianna Duffin Oct 2017
Seated with no windows
Effort to keep me structured
Surrounded by children,
None have slept for weeks
Hobble, slow dragging motions
No purpose at all
No speaking, no trying
Lay my humble head down
Attempt to slip away
Refuge in mental haven
Ignore the suffering here

Seated with no windows
Retain their control over me
Packed in tight with strangers
None of whom have peace
Seem unable to move, so weak
No meaning in their eyes
No sounds, no hands
Put my burdened load to rest
Desperately try to get far away
Hide away in nonexistent dream
Pay no mind to all the pain
Brianna Duffin Oct 2017
So fiery, beautiful, unique and ever true
Passion burns strongly, ever purely, forever you
Like no other feeling known to man
Consumes, absorbs like nothing else can
What is a life
But filled with strife
If it has no passion to its name
For it takes passion to play the game
And how boring it must be,
Certainly not life for me,
To have no passion raging in your heart
To be that empty would tear me apart
Nothing at all like it but lust
And even that bites its sad dust
Because lust is only passion diluted with greed
And passion diluted is knocked from its steed
Far less noble, though passion perhaps not noble at all
For it causes even the bravest, strongest, smarts to fall
The best of hearts, best of brains, best of bodies, best of souls
Would set aside their aspirations, ambitions, and goals
Would bend their backs and give their lives
To feel the blades of passion’s knives
Fires of passion burning true
Fires of passion for you and me
Take a sip of eternal fire
Let it heal wounds most dire
Passion in fire
And fire in passion
Together they stand
United their brand
Forever true and eternally wild
Ever burn the fires of passion
Brianna Duffin Oct 2017
When they’re up and thriving
They’re beautiful, bringing life to the area

The second they fall
They’re worth nothing, a nuisance **** to a wet shoe

Clean, fresh, pink- called the prettiest things
Get stained, damaged- ugly, ruined, awful

Fluttering in a sunlit breeze- the perfect picture
Thrashing in a raging storm- disgusting, stupid

Funny how things change
Never funny why
Brianna Duffin Oct 2017
Old souls like me may just remain present
The throwback, old days manifested
Souls with ways out of style evident
Thinking like the world is infested

Old souls slumming it their very own way
The ones who still do things like the did then
Still keeping it classy every day
People who study the ways of the men

For oldest hearts and classic souls, it stays
It’s worth the standing out, the ridicule
Doing things the good way, the way that pays
Old souls don’t make fire, we make strong fuel

Old souls who keep it always fully class
Old souls like beautifully lit stained glass
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