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Feb 2017 · 313
How to Write
Brianna Feb 2017
I do not know how to write.
I do not know how to write positively.
I do not know how to write words that are not already spoken.
I do not know how to write words that do not smother the purity of life.
I do not know how to write words that do not suffocate my brain.
I do not know how to write the words that will make people stop asking, *"Are you okay?"
Feb 2017 · 477
Looking Back
Brianna Feb 2017
I turn to the left and see myself,

trying to get back into the swing of things..:|:.
Apr 2015 · 840
Richie Richie
Brianna Apr 2015
Richie Richie
Itchy and

Richie Richie
Never was

Richie Richie
Chose the
Bad Missy

Richie may have been
Itchy, ******, never twitchy, and chose the bad missy,
but guess how he is now.

*A fishy hippie
who became less ******
not to forget, always twitchy.
Got a good missy and
now, is sixty.
Apr 2015 · 304
Brianna Apr 2015
I'm back and at it,
I was an old burnt out candle,
My flame was growing unlit,
Sometimes, it's all too hard to handle.

My hair is short
I grew it long
I missed that sport
No, not pong.

This all adds up to an interesting thing,
Can you guess?
There's that ping,
My mind is a mess...

Of Extraordinary Shings
Jun 2014 · 535
Brianna Jun 2014
Welcome to America."
Is what we would say to them.
Is what the obsessed would say.
"Who the hell are you?"
Is what haters would say.

****, why you gotta be so rude
Jun 2014 · 760
Brianna Jun 2014
The girl has a temper,
I must warn you;
At lunch, in class,
She can even break some glass.
At lunch she screams,
and runs and shouts.
She wants to fight,

            and just run, about.
Jun 2014 · 411
My 1.0K Words
Brianna Jun 2014
helloreactmarcoshe'sdiamondpoloshapepoemshallwritehomehelppitcher­catcherlessonsturnplaybatterboyhouseinsidehithiddenjustbeneathbab­ylittlelookingstupidpopularspacereallosermeansecretsadmitbaseseco­ndtalkingworthlessactionsbrokenridingstrugglecommentskitchenrushi­ngtakingsoftballwasn't creepy they're day street physical turns mom dolls taunting plates ghostly chase snow wander outside cat takes starts mumbles captive basement plate glad winner destroyed diamonds handle regret smart confidence amused irresponsible wallpaper mommy outs negatively untrusting dumbwaiter barbie aren't he's nobody's agrivated isn't temporarily teams double joins jealous backyard copy insecure upset creaky refuses bully claims team scratches grounds baseman fight run allow alive trying room worse comes god thank close place sky fact continue angels hiding years lose chair gone does nice know tell like lies practice things want score hate watch window left right held believe old mature afraid stare shell walks instead refuse negative steps game ball big everyday month positive join pitch playing turned worth new think answer leave perfect hard scary lonely beautiful floor lived places sight toys door protect says

Can they become more than the label,
*My 1.0K Words?
Jun 2014 · 693
Brianna Jun 2014
Marco, Polo
Marco, Polo
Marco, Polo

Marco, where are you?
You, are my Polo
May 2014 · 5.6k
Brianna May 2014
I am proud of myself for,
being a leader.

I am proud of myself for,
encouraging others.

I am proud of myself for,
pitching a great game.

I am proud of myself for,
catching 3 pop-ups in the field.

I am proud of myself for,
gathering my younger teamates
in the pitchers circle when the field's
lights went out.

I am proud of myself for,
playing softball and
never giving up.
May 2014 · 336
I can't help
Brianna May 2014
I can't help
can turn into
I can help.

I am worthless
can turn into
I am worth something.

I am stupid
can turn into
I am smart.

I am a loser
can turn into
I am a winner.

I can't help,
I am worthless,
I am stupid,
I am a loser,
    They are all lies.

You are beautiful,
Inside and out.

We will allow our confidence
to go down
If we continue
to let ourselves
think negatively.

Negative is worse than
May 2014 · 516
Brianna May 2014
React to my mean comments.
React to my physical actions.
React to my secrets about you.

React to me talking about you behind your back.
React to me riding up and down your street taunting you.
React to me being more popular than you.
I will not react to your mean comments.
I will not react to your physical actions.
I will not react to your secrets about me.

I will not react to you talking about me behind my back.
I will not react to you riding up and down my street, taunting me.
I will not react to you being more popular than me.

I refuse to do this,
                        I believe that you are jealous of myself,
                                                         ­       And that I am more mature
                                                          ­                                    I can handle myself
                                                          ­    It is you, who is insecure and irresponsible.
                                      I am all the things you aren't

Not A Bully
May 2014 · 505
Brianna May 2014

They all are they opposite of subside.
What do they mean?

Big words are like a different language,
But the bigness doesn't need explaining.

All you have to do to understand is,
Look them up.
Ha. Parody poetic style of talk ***** to me (2nd stanza)
May 2014 · 336
Brianna May 2014
Should I find you in these scary places,
Or hidden just beneath the basement,
Should I be looking for you left and right,
Or are you just beneath my sight,
Should I be looking for you in this place,
Or are you in a dumbwaiter space,
Should I wander in this space,
Or are you hiding behind big plates,
Should I stay or should I go,
While you're hidden just beneath this snow.
I fight to chase after you because
                                  I'm afraid to lose you,
                                                         But instead,
                                                        ­             I let you go,
And I regret and hate myself every day because of it...
May 2014 · 1.3k
Brianna May 2014
Hello Kitchen.
Hello chair.
Hello creepy wallpaper stare.
Hello floor.
Hello scratches on my kitchen door.
Hello Ghostly mumbles.
Hello, what a nice day to go out and play.
Hello to the outside from looking through the window as you keep me inside to play.
Hello broken barbie dolls.
Hello to all the dolls!
Hello to all that watch me.
Hello to the angels that protect me.
Hello creepy creaky house.
Hello from the inside and out.
May 2014 · 479
Brianna May 2014
"Hit Run Score, We Want More!"
I hit,
I get to second,
Two outs, one on second.
"Batter up!"
Batter steps up to the plate
First pitch,
She grounds the ball
Out to the first baseman.
They're both rushing to first.
I'm rushing to third,
So close.
May 2014 · 6.1k
Brianna May 2014
I play softball,
She comes to my game,
She starts playing softball.
I'm a catcher,
She's a catcher.
I'm first base,
She's first base.
I'm pitcher,
She's a pitcher.
I'm agrivated,
She's amused.
I'm taking lessons,
She's taking lessons.
I'm not a catcher,
She's a catcher.
I'm a pitcher,
She's not a pitcher.
Copy Cat.
I join a team,
She joins two teams.
I practice hard in my backyard,
She claims she does also.
I admit I take lessons,
She refuses to admit the fact that
She takes lessons because

She's untrusting.
May 2014 · 265
Brianna May 2014
We used to tell our
Beloved babies
Not to cry,
It will be alright.
It won't always be alright,
why do we tell them this so young?
What ever happened to,
"Don't tell what is not always true"?
And now, they yell and question
Us and our actions.
We make one little mistake
And they pounder us that
It's "Not OK".
What ever will happen to
The little children being
shouted at when they are
Told it's "Not OK".
They will be confused and
Upset since they were told
One thing, but the next,
It's wrong.
It's all wrong.
May 2014 · 265
Run Baby, Run
Brianna May 2014
I told her to run
Far far away
To an unknown land
Where she would be happy
Without the demons in the world
Eating away at her unbearable flesh
She can't leave me yet
Not until I say...

May 2014 · 1.9k
Brianna May 2014
I shall write this poem in the shape of a diamond
I shall write this poem in the shape of a diamond
I shall write this poem in the shape of a diamond
I shall write this poem in the shape of a diamond
I shall write this poem in the shape of a diamond
I shall write this poem in the shape of a diamond
Nobody’s perfect
Not even the diamonds in the sky
May 2014 · 296
Little Baby Boy
Brianna May 2014
He was five years old
He wasn’t home
his toys held captive in the lonely shell of his broken home
he turned to his mom one day and said,
“Mommy, when will we go home?”
she can’t answer that
She can’t tell her little baby boy that their home is destroyed
She turns to him and says,
“I don’t know”
she turns and walks into the other room
trying not to let him see her upset
He’s only her little baby boy
May 2014 · 427
The Struggle Is Real
Brianna May 2014
Their house is gone
Thank God he wasn’t home
They’re glad to be alive
They lived with her mom for a month
They now move into a new house temporarily
It isn’t the same
Nothing will be like home,
The struggle is real

— The End —