"briana" poems
she doesn't like her eggs like that!
she steals the spatula from dad's hand and slices open the yolk dad had preserved
I hear my name being called from inside the kitchen every three and a half minutes
briana don't forget
briana you have to do this
take us to the airport tomorrow morning
we have to leave by 8:30 am
dad what do I do about my car
take it back he says
and he yells at me
and that's how I know I am home
so I disappear into my room to light up a joint I've been saving
he gets a question right on jeopardy
two commercial breaks later he tells me a story
about bejing
and that's how he knew the answer to that question
and I said okay
and he said isn't that weird that I can remember that
and I looked away and thought
no, because you have aspergers
honey, don't forget to take your digestive supplement
okay mom
ok
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 8:51 PM UTC
I’ve spent hours realizing the reality of our motions. Your hands against my lower back felt so electrifying I could hardly breathe you in. The next night you stole my heart away from my heavy grasp and you became my lover. Though our actions and words seem progressive and dedicated, I still see us in a happy dance of love and ease. Remembering your face, I want nothing less than to graze it with the upper side of my palm and place my broken lips to your quivering counterpart. I can be every bullet point in your list of needs or wants; I can be everything you don’t know that you wish to understand. Tonight I wish for nothing less than your voice to linger through my ears, I wish to have you here. Please know that in this space we are granting to each other, you are forever on my mind. Constantly yours, Briana
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
A gift from God
A gift from God ......she's meant to be
A precious present...... sent to me
An Angel from ..... the Stars above
A wonderous soul .... so filled with love
A love I know ..... will not forsake
But always give ..... and never take
Such wisdom in ..... her eyes I see
But ... the heart of a child .....so filled with glee
In my thoughts ..... she'll always stay
Whether near ..... or far away
I love her so very much...... you see
This angel sent ..... from God to me
My precious child, ...... whose name is Bri
Written by Crampaw
Dedicated to Briana
Dennis Gilchrist
copyright 2005
Aug 30, 2011
Aug 30, 2011 at 12:06 PM UTC
I flourish,
I fade
Let me live in your home,
perfectly I stay poised
Let me live in my home,
unrestrained
I grow freely
I lure you in with my stately scent
Be heedful as I may harm your hands
Hold me considerately and carry me with you
The beloved of the bride
The chivalrous choice for the lover
Remember me when I am gone
You will see me again
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 11:26 AM UTC
Free
it's summer
and I'm alright
it's so hot
the type of heat that cannot be wiped away
Briana's still in the picture
I miss her
I miss a lot of things
I miss the way the sun would kiss me
and darken my freckles
and turn my hair gold
I miss the way we were all so happy
now I just don't know
I don't know where I'm going
or where I want to go
I'm so ****** up
I just wish it was summertime.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
On the morrow of Monday
My Spanish to be switched
For I had hated Mrs. Bastida
With much and many a bliss
Walked I did
Right out of her class
Walked I did
Simply to make a switch
To my surprise I was obliged
To reconfide with the bristles and brush
To Mrs. Cacase I went!
Will to switch my motive was
To the first day
Let it be to which I sat
At a table with two
People of which
That I thought I only knew
For there was a freshy
Well maybe more than a few
But this freshys eyes
Glittered of acrylic blue
Her hair warped
Whipped as she moved
Like ***** blonde waves
That could warp a schooners powerful colored wood
There she sat
The Lines she drew
Straight to a spiral
Then a colorful a splash to go
Talked she did
Attention only grew
For she bewildered me
Her name was Briana
Briana Dampson was the one I knew.....
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
Briana
My muse the one who guides the pen
The one who turned my heart
From the ashes of nothing
To the coal that I was used to
Now among my broken pieces
I find the diamond you think of me
Briana
I see the beauty in your honey words
I see the fairy tales of my heart
When you embrace this side of mine
Can you see the changes
Can you hear the harmony the flows along
These dreams and sorrows
Briana
Why do I not let go
Why do I not see through
Why can't I hold on to
Why oh dear god why
I have lost so many of the parts
That made me sad
So why can't I celebrate
So why can't I stop these tears
Well looks like the blood has run dry
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC