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Feb 2014 · 355
Autumn
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
a squirrel scampers
amidst the falling leaves--
nearby, a crow caws
written in 2012
Feb 2014 · 1.2k
Girl's Night In
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
microwave turning
cooking a movie night snack--
pop-pop-pop-popcorn
written in 2012
Feb 2014 · 483
Winter Forest
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
Pack in snowy woods
baying at cold, distant moon--
Rabbit is hiding
written in 2012
Feb 2014 · 335
Summer Night
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
song fills the air as
crickets sweetly sing nearby--
fireflies flicker
written in 2012
Feb 2014 · 434
Icy Mountain
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
Mountains,
Serene terrain:
Pines, rivers, slabs, snow; a
Giant yells...Avalanche's commin'
So run!
Written in 2012
Feb 2014 · 420
Weaver
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
glistening silk threads--
patiently waiting spider
captures helpless prey
written in 2012
Feb 2014 · 841
Huntress
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
snowy panther prints--
hunter lying nearby to
catch dinner for cubs
written in 2012
Feb 2014 · 1.0k
A Hundred Acre Christmas
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
Christmas gatherings--
spending holidays with friends
inseparable

Winnie the Pooh has
gathered thistles for Eeyore--
delightful surprise

Eeyore pondered then
decided on braving bees--
honey for Pooh bear
written in 2012
Feb 2014 · 645
The Inner Light
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
Hopeful
strength
transcending
humanity,
ascending
inspiration--
e­ssential
lifeline:
guiding
spirit-filled
substance
creating
brill­iant,
imaginative
personalities.
written in 2012
Feb 2014 · 350
The Prisoner
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
Iron shackles to broken wrists,
cold, wet stone:
chains clank in the night.

Fire flickers on sconces
lining corridor walls.

Footsteps echo
down the hall;
guards speak of
a new prisoner's arrival--

Someone important, wise:
confusion abounds at
this stranger's fate.

What time shall he arrive this eve?
Where will he be taken?
This place was not built for
political prisoners.

The rest of us forgotten:
the small, shared meal lost;
hunger gnarls within.
Moans -- loved food is wasted.
written in 2012
80 words, contracted from a 100 word poem "The New Arrival"
Feb 2014 · 291
The New Arrival
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
Iron shackles bind wrists
to a cold, wet stone wall.
Moans echo down the hall
while chains clank in the night.

Fire flickers on the sconces
lining the corridor walls.

Footsteps draw near.
Someone is walking down the
hallway. The guards speak
of a new prisoner's arrival.

What time shall he arrive?
Where will he be kept?

Someone important--
that's what one said.
Confusion abounds at
this stranger's fate.

This place was built not for
political prisoners to be taken to.

The rest of us forgotten,
the small meal is lost.
Hunger gnarls within:
no food will come this eve.
written in 2012
100 words
recreated with only 80 of these words in "The Prisoner"
Feb 2014 · 254
Winter Morn
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
glancing out the window,
cold slumbers on the ground
illuminated by morning's glow

alabaster trees--
hidden secrets lie within
this silent world
written in 2012
Feb 2014 · 286
Moonlit Sky
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
Velvet sky stretched out
    above my head
Night caresses with
    sweet words--
Wind moves around me.

Pale glow beams softly
    from the sky
Luna charms, melodic
    whispers---
Dance in moon flower
written in 2012
Feb 2014 · 237
Sounds of the Forest
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
Forest:
silent until
one truly listens to God’s
plan…then, sound burst through…and one hears
Nature
Written in 2012
Feb 2014 · 216
A Prayer
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
.                                            Father, forgive
                                             them,” are the
                                            words You cried,
                                             while nailed to
                                            the cross which
                                            should have been
                                            mine. At Calvary,
                                             You conquered
                                          death and covered
all of my sin, so that I may enter heaven and spend eternity with You.
“Why do you love me?” I ask, most every time I pray. I am not worthy
of Your love, but freely You give it anyway. I mess up time and again,
yet you forgive it all. I’ll never fully understand, at least not while I am
still here upon this earth, and even then, after ten thousand years, I’m
                                          not sure I will. Yet
                                        continually I’ll praise
                                        You, and thank You
                                          for each new day.
                                          For all of  the joys
                                          in my life, and for
                                          the suffering too.
                                          Every trail in this
                                        life you have given
                                          to me is a way to
                                        praise who You are.
                                        It’s a way to rely on
                                        You day by day, to
                                        think of others first.
                                        And every blessing
                                         You pour out is a
                                         gift to share with
                                        all of your children.
As the title says, this is actually a written prayer, and just reading it has helped me. I posted this, with the hope that by sharing this that it will help someone else. God has blessed your day in so many ways, even the ones we don't see as blessings may be gifts in disguise from Him. Please take the time to pray to Him, to remember that He is the One in control and that He loves you no matter what.
Feb 2014 · 243
Falling Rain
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
Mist begins to form
Thunder rumbles overhead
I feel my lips smile

Moment by moment
The sun's rays cannot peak through
I walk through the storm

Droplets fall on me
Lightning flashes overhead
Wind flows spiraled path

Rejoice in this brief
Sporadic moment of peace
From the light's harsh glare

Twirling in the rain
Simple pleasures of the past
To be a child again

Continual pour
Lasting longer that I thought
Day is nearly gone

Dancing by the moon
In the quiet of the night
Gentle rain falling
written in 2012
Feb 2014 · 657
Nyx's Dream
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
I take this journey every night so bold
That precious time let mind uncoil, in sleep
In sweet unconsciousness I keep
Create, destroy: a story being told
Mirages upon the fog begin to creep
To traipse along the worlds’ fold

The twists and turns at midnight’s crest,
These concrete images beating down on me
Never freedom comes I foresee
As I sink deeper into twilight’s quest
I’m searching through my mind’s debris
Attempting to make sense of this reality.
Written in 2011

"Sleep my friend and you will see, the dream is my reality"
-Metallica's Sanitarium (Welcome Home) 117

Nyx is the Greek godess of the night, the daughter of Chaos and the mother of Hypnos.
Feb 2014 · 207
Five Days of Silence
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
In this time of my retreat,
I have a mission to complete:
To take the time and self reflect,
To give myself some introspect.

I'll meditate, first day alone,
Concentrate on my atone.
Twist and contort, (I'll do yoga too);
Each new level I will pursue.

On day the next, I'll pray and read
About the one who bled for me.
He's alive, oh sweet bliss,
That I shall not fall into abyss.

Sunset and then sunrise,
The new day brings a surprise.
For on this day, I shall explore:
Hike until I can trek no more.

On my last day without a word,
I'll think about what I've not heard;
And then I'll journal it all down
These qualities which are renown.


Tomorrow shall bring noise again
And with the sound, women and men.
I'll have missed the human touch,
But times they can be a bit much.
Written in 2011
Feb 2014 · 316
Stripes on a Canvas
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
A blank canvas:
Anything is possible.

Will you paint bright colours?
Rainbows and sunshine,
Full of hope and magic?

Or will you will paint darkness?
The grotesque images,
Which strip away our childhood?

The choice is yours to create.
So what will you paint?
Written in 2010
Feb 2014 · 418
Anyone I want to be
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
Through the times I travel
Through the skies I fly
I hear judges slam gavels
I watch men as they spy
I see wars as they take place
I travel through Space
I’m the one who carries mace
As the mystery take place

As the ****** unfolds
I’m the one who hunts for gold
I’m the legend untold
I am the slave that was sold

I’m the baker on the corner
The hairstylist down the street
I am my loved one’s mourner
I’m that stranger that you meet

I’m a Solder
      An Explorer
      A Frontiersman
      A Spy
I’m a Witness
      A Doctor
      A Fairy
      A Nymph
I’m a Queen
      A ballerina
      A child
      A swan

I am a reader
Anyone I want to be
When I open up the pages of a book
Come with me, I’ll show you
Come take a look

Can’t you see the mountains
And the stream over there
I’m in the forest
A knife
My bow
One arrow
All that I’m armed with


A branch snaps
My arrow flies
The shot is true
And the deer is dead
My family will celebrate tonight
For we shall feed for many moons
      
Perhaps a different scene is more to your taste

Helmet on
Boots strapped tight
A gun is in my hand

The earth is shaking
Night is whistling
Bombs dropping all around
The world seems at its end

A blinding light
Then all goes silent
I hear my comrade calling
“Medic” “Medic”

Rushing to him
Kneeling at his side
I gather him in my arms
And run for shelter

Patched up now
He’s doing well
Or well as anyone can be expected to do here in this hell
It’s said you truly live
Only if you’ve faced death
This isn’t life
Life is
Being at home
Surrounded by the ones you love

Out here
The only thing that waits for us
Is death
The cold that creeps at night
Go to sleep
Not knowing if you’ll wake up
Or die during the night



Dreams of mothers
Of wives
And of kids
Dreams of brothers
And sisters
All of our kin

It’s how we survive
Through our dreams
Our imagination
It keeps us alive

It’s said the war
Will be over soon
I don’t see it
But I hope
I pray it’s true

Now the story is over
The journey is at it’s end

But I’ll travel again
Later tonight
I’ll open a book
A new adventure will begin
Question is,
Are you brave enough
To join me?
Written in 2010 for a poetry slam
Feb 2014 · 216
Colours of the sky
BrittneyBrannum Feb 2014
When asked, "What colour is the sky?"
Most people answer, "Blue."
But I have a challenge
That I must ask of you:

Next time the sun is setting
Or's about to rise,
Look up, I ask of you,
Look up into the sky;

Tell me of the colours
Of the purple, red, and gold,
Floating in the wind,
In the sky so very bold.

Next time some mentions,
That the sky is blue,
Remember there are more colours
Which can inspire you
Written in 2010

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