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"brianna" poems
Dear Brianna Evelyn Heins, Stop Spanx sitting me, I’m old enough to take shape of my own. Sincerely, You’re Hips P.S. Stop convincing the lips to call me flab-u-lous! I have my own name. Stop knocking the knuckles to bone To hear that hollow hound sound, now don’t use me in your measurement references, I want to live a day Without spinning round the bouncy bands of your operation game I’ve seen tweezers fall out of your eyes, to plummet under my moon shone complexion Please keep in mind the brain is a liar. And well, I have no twins; your pessimistic ways don’t acknowledge my individuality The color of shame is not moving, while your red majestic beast hair torturously tickles my clear space of face. Brianna, The brain is a liar! I know you are told you’re observant; The deception is grand Stop pretending you know me Let me dance dizzy with the calves Like coming out of the closet I’m showing you I’ll never be straight but brains whisper “weep, weep, weepweepweep” at the sight of the salt soaked, taffy stretched skin the brain sends me signals, but I beg for the heart to seep in Please listen up rarely do I talk, for you think words are merely a sound but the profoundness hasn’t shaken I know you must feel my urges like I’m on tonight and my hips don’t lie beauty may lay in the fragile way I sway said I’m below But to hell with you because this bridge can be crossed but embers fly in you eyes and the brain is a liar a family member I wholeheartedly despise.
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Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
Letter from my hips (Based off form by Brian Ellis)
Dear Brianna Evelyn Heins, Stop Spanx sitting me, I’m old enough to take shape of my own. Sincerely, You’re Hips P.S. Stop convincing the lips to call me flab-u-lous! I have my own name. Stop knocking the knuckles to bone To hear that hollow hound sound, now don’t use me in your measurement references, I want to live a day Without spinning round the bouncy bands of your operation game I’ve seen tweezers fall out of your eyes, to plummet under my moon shone complexion Please keep in mind the brain is a liar. And well, I have no twins; your pessimistic ways don’t acknowledge my individuality The color of shame is not moving, while your red majestic beast hair torturously tickles my clear space of face. Brianna, The brain is a liar! I know you are told you’re observant; The deception is grand Stop pretending you know me Let me dance dizzy with the calves Like coming out of the closet I’m showing you I’ll never be straight but brains whisper “weep, weep, weepweepweep” at the sight of the salt soaked, taffy stretched skin the brain sends me signals, but I beg for the heart to seep in Please listen up rarely do I talk, for you think words are merely a sound but the profoundness hasn’t shaken I know you must feel my urges like I’m on tonight and my hips don’t lie beauty may lay in the fragile way I sway said I’m below But to hell with you because this bridge can be crossed but embers fly in you eyes and the brain is a liar a family member I wholeheartedly despise.
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ೋღ❤ღೋೋღ❤ღೋ *Walking down a wooded path tall flowing trees all around, I came upon the river’s edge and sat down on the ground. Sitting at the edge of the river I stare at its ongoing flow, I start to give it all my pain a release with each little throw. My hardest pain is fear that I’ve had from so long ago, of never feeling good enough that’s dulled my inner glow. It eats at me like a cancer each and every day, the fear of never being good enough and again being thrown away. Years of disappointment and abuse only being property, nothing to love, but always trying to make things right so everyone else could rise above. I throw this fear out into the river sit back and watch it pass slowly by, I wrap my arms around myself feel the release, let myself cry. I throw out all the other pains betrayal, heartache, loneliness and more, I watch them drift gently way these last tears will be left on this river shore. Noticing as each and every pain slowly floats down the river away, I observe at a distance as they fade into the suns sparkling rays. Walking down a wooded path tall flowing trees all around, I came upon the river’s edge and was surprised at what I found.* ***And ever onward shall we strive and from the circle peace derive. The sea in robes of mossy green and blues the eye has never seen... In grays that mock the stormy sky and depths that hold the tears gone by....*** *A sweet release we give our heart from pain of past that tore apart, relief that only one can find when hearts we let, become unconfined, to leave behind those stormy skies letting self-love baptize…* ***A tide of tears resides within and waits to overflow. i greet with a smiling face so others will not know. How feeble is this masquerade. Transparent are the games. Emotions should be given room without the chides and blames. The time will come to open up and let the dam release... my will, the pressure stop. my soul will be at peace. Weep when grief prescribes. Laugh for humor's sake. Love with everything you have and forgive, all your mistakes.*** ೋღ❤ღೋೋღ❤ღೋ
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
A Collaboration Between Brianna Love & Cné “Sweet Release”
ೋღ❤ღೋೋღ❤ღೋ *Walking down a wooded path tall flowing trees all around, I came upon the river’s edge and sat down on the ground. Sitting at the edge of the river I stare at its ongoing flow, I start to give it all my pain a release with each little throw. My hardest pain is fear that I’ve had from so long ago, of never feeling good enough that’s dulled my inner glow. It eats at me like a cancer each and every day, the fear of never being good enough and again being thrown away. Years of disappointment and abuse only being property, nothing to love, but always trying to make things right so everyone else could rise above. I throw this fear out into the river sit back and watch it pass slowly by, I wrap my arms around myself feel the release, let myself cry. I throw out all the other pains betrayal, heartache, loneliness and more, I watch them drift gently way these last tears will be left on this river shore. Noticing as each and every pain slowly floats down the river away, I observe at a distance as they fade into the suns sparkling rays. Walking down a wooded path tall flowing trees all around, I came upon the river’s edge and was surprised at what I found.* ***And ever onward shall we strive and from the circle peace derive. The sea in robes of mossy green and blues the eye has never seen... In grays that mock the stormy sky and depths that hold the tears gone by....*** *A sweet release we give our heart from pain of past that tore apart, relief that only one can find when hearts we let, become unconfined, to leave behind those stormy skies letting self-love baptize…* ***A tide of tears resides within and waits to overflow. i greet with a smiling face so others will not know. How feeble is this masquerade. Transparent are the games. Emotions should be given room without the chides and blames. The time will come to open up and let the dam release... my will, the pressure stop. my soul will be at peace. Weep when grief prescribes. Laugh for humor's sake. Love with everything you have and forgive, all your mistakes.*** ೋღ❤ღೋೋღ❤ღೋ
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Shannon, Mariah, Serena, Maria Meridia, Midian, Sharon, Alliah Rochelle, Camille, Rose, Halo Trenna, Jessica, Ashley, Georgia Marla, Olivia, Sofia, India Daniella, Diana, Christina, Caroline Isabella, Amelia, Amanda, Matilda Nadine, Haley, Bailey, Francine Eliza, Annabelle, Kathryn, Sandra Melinda, Audrey, Aubrey, Emily Tara, Emma, Ginny, Kathleen Josephine, Helena, Charlotte, Laura Chelsea, Arkady, Megan, Kelsey Kayla, Karliah, Moana, Vivien Kaysea, Macy, Stacy, Lorraine Theresa, Felicia, Cecilia, Darlene Holly, Brianna, Alexa, Ariel Marianne, Miranda, Jennie, Coral Korra, Daisy, Penelope, Rayne Zoey, Cassandra, Grace, Stephanie
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Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
Chromosome
Marissa Ann was a firecracker of a little girl. For her, there was no fence too tall to climb, no bully too mean to face, no street too busy to cross. She was all tangled hair and toothy grins. And she'd yank the book right out of my hands and say, "Gabrielle, we have more important things to do than read." In the jungle of our lives, Marissa was a lioness, queen of the pride. I was a mouse not indigenous to these parts of the second grade. The world was a terrifying place, and I had no problem cowering in the corner, knee-deep in a pile of Nancy Drew. I tried to stay huddled behind my words, drowning in the ink, attempting to let the pages be my armor. Marissa would not let me. When I allowed bookshelves to be my shields, she came guns blazing, and kicked them all down, then stood me back up on my feet. She'd grab my hand and pull me head first toward adventure. Marissa was tough, and everyone knew it. There was not a soul alive brave enough to pick on Marissa Ann. But me? I was an easy target. The other girls said I was "weird" with my enormous wire frames resting atop full cheeks, and my frayed jeans, a glowing reminder of my mother's lack of wealth. I heard the whispers on the playground about the chubby girl who read, (can you believe it?), chapter books. Brianna was a demon of a child. She'd bat her pretty little eyelashes and everyone would melt. She had the entire second grade class wrapped around her tiny little finger. She'd corner me on the soccer field and do everything she could to remind me that I was different. But one day at recess, she was nowhere to be found, until I made my way through winding halls, back to the warmth of our classroom. There sat Marissa with a devilish glint in her eye, waving me over to sit in the desk beside her. Behind us, a sniffling Brianna, looking forlornly at the teardrop stains on her pink lace skirt, her mouth pulled tight into a perfect straight line. I looked back at Marissa with a curious glance, then intertwined her hand with my own. The sound of stifled sobs behind us and the warmth of her skin on mine sealing an unspoken vow between two girls with puzzle piece fingertips that only fit each other.
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
The Many Adventures of Supergirl (and her dorky bookworm sidekick)
Marissa Ann was a firecracker of a little girl. For her, there was no fence too tall to climb, no bully too mean to face, no street too busy to cross. She was all tangled hair and toothy grins. And she'd yank the book right out of my hands and say, "Gabrielle, we have more important things to do than read." In the jungle of our lives, Marissa was a lioness, queen of the pride. I was a mouse not indigenous to these parts of the second grade. The world was a terrifying place, and I had no problem cowering in the corner, knee-deep in a pile of Nancy Drew. I tried to stay huddled behind my words, drowning in the ink, attempting to let the pages be my armor. Marissa would not let me. When I allowed bookshelves to be my shields, she came guns blazing, and kicked them all down, then stood me back up on my feet. She'd grab my hand and pull me head first toward adventure. Marissa was tough, and everyone knew it. There was not a soul alive brave enough to pick on Marissa Ann. But me? I was an easy target. The other girls said I was "weird" with my enormous wire frames resting atop full cheeks, and my frayed jeans, a glowing reminder of my mother's lack of wealth. I heard the whispers on the playground about the chubby girl who read, (can you believe it?), chapter books. Brianna was a demon of a child. She'd bat her pretty little eyelashes and everyone would melt. She had the entire second grade class wrapped around her tiny little finger. She'd corner me on the soccer field and do everything she could to remind me that I was different. But one day at recess, she was nowhere to be found, until I made my way through winding halls, back to the warmth of our classroom. There sat Marissa with a devilish glint in her eye, waving me over to sit in the desk beside her. Behind us, a sniffling Brianna, looking forlornly at the teardrop stains on her pink lace skirt, her mouth pulled tight into a perfect straight line. I looked back at Marissa with a curious glance, then intertwined her hand with my own. The sound of stifled sobs behind us and the warmth of her skin on mine sealing an unspoken vow between two girls with puzzle piece fingertips that only fit each other.
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✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿ ***In wonder of the world of her mysteries sitting here dreaming alone I wandered over a hill one day seeking expecting nothing and she appeared like a vision shimmering perfection mysterious mirage*** *I had been admiring for years the beauty of his heart I had watched from a distance never letting myself become apart,   there were times    he would approach      the top of the hill       always stopping         and turning back        my pounding heart      would then painfully still.     I sent him dreams   of a sweet first kiss sprinkled visions of starlit bliss then one day by the touch of grace I looked up to find us standing face to face.* ***I saw her in dreams before here she was standing growing over the hill the whole time always she had been there I had just not gone forward enough I stood in awe and she like a tulip shivered*** *dreams, now reality love floods this heart of mine I stand in awe of beauty, so magnificently divine the essence of love whispered and I, like a tulip     blissfully         shivered…* ✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
“like a tulip” A Poetry Weave Written Between wordvango & Brianna Love
Again the moonlights company 4 am. She's somewhere. About the skies glow Stars flicker eyes turn Search seek A lone northern light A light show I gaze up to search for And she's there I turn. My Sight looks beyond now Beyond my dim sight Farther than I can reach And I hope. I remember I close my eyes And see. But For tonight Her memory And the moon Light glow northerly And a star's Twinkle And all my might Are all I can see. She is everywhere But here... She walked this night in a snow covered field as the snow blew all around dancing diamond’s, iridescent light with a kiss, the magic was sealed. To the sky she points, lights appear stunning colors, fill the dark of night a graceful dance, only he will see the beauty of the northern lights. To him, she sends, her heart, her soul through lights that dance among the stars pushing back a looming shadow she takes comfort in their beautiful memoirs. Closing her eyes, she sees his face his eyes, his heart, her beaconing light pushing back that looming shadow bringing comfort to her fright. So she walks this night in a snow covered field as the snow blows all around dancing diamond’s, iridescent light with a kiss, the magic was sealed. ~
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
“Everywhere but here” A Collaboration Between Wordvango & Brianna Love
Oh yes, where to start….                             A Kiss behind the ear              trailing across the jaw                   a light sweep of lips across lips                        a catch of breath…                                moving down…. Fingers tracing every move….     soft wet kisses to the neck            ….are you feeling the groove?                  Slowly lips move from neck to chest                              as they lovingly adore               fingers lightly travel down                                            eager to explore…       Wet trailing kisses to the navel                fingers circling around chest       bringing forth trembling lightheaded sensations                     lips against skin, pressed…..                               Moving ever so slow….                                         *finger traces                                            circling tongue                                               lips adoring                                                  wet embraces                                              intensity flowing                                           curling toes                                         twitching muscles                                       heart pounding                                         breathless                                           out of body                                             a second of clarity                                               Sweet Release….*                                                       Good morning baby, shall we go on…….. ~ © 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC
Starting Point
Oh yes, where to start….                             A Kiss behind the ear              trailing across the jaw                   a light sweep of lips across lips                        a catch of breath…                                moving down…. Fingers tracing every move….     soft wet kisses to the neck            ….are you feeling the groove?                  Slowly lips move from neck to chest                              as they lovingly adore               fingers lightly travel down                                            eager to explore…       Wet trailing kisses to the navel                fingers circling around chest       bringing forth trembling lightheaded sensations                     lips against skin, pressed…..                               Moving ever so slow….                                         *finger traces                                            circling tongue                                               lips adoring                                                  wet embraces                                              intensity flowing                                           curling toes                                         twitching muscles                                       heart pounding                                         breathless                                           out of body                                             a second of clarity                                               Sweet Release….*                                                       Good morning baby, shall we go on…….. ~ © 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
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¸.•°”˜ƸӜƷ˜”°•.•. *I have this place where I go when I need to be all alone. I call it my place, a place where the hurts of the world quiet down and fade away.* ***I have this place no one knows about between a field and a willow tree along a pastures edge.*** *A place of beauty, where my fingertips can paint over all the wrong and all the pain I feel in colors bright and cheery.* ***A creek down around the corner I go to when things get oppressive dark and hard.*** *It’s a place of peace, where the fears of my heart slow and still… A place of calm, where the oceans of emotions lay at my feet and weep no more.* ***And I sit there I don't know if I meditate there in this place hidden but I get peace I see love I hug this earth.*** *It’s a place where I can breathe, where I feel sheltered, protected from the coldness outside of my canopy of shade… It’s my place.* ***They go to their place….. ……they visit very often...*** ¸.•°”˜ƸӜƷ˜”°•.•.
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
Her Place, His Place, A Place They Share. Brianna Love & Wordvango’s Poetry Weave.
A white horse body armor a fire-breathing dragon a sword a Knight a Warrior a Prince a Lover….He is… **A lady in waiting her love my destiny her desire my need** That connection of the heart, of the soul… of each breath…. just breathe, deep feelings, trust of the heart, the essence of each soul touching, blending, combining, linking, joining, connecting, entwining, merging together, deep feelings….Love… a Knight, a Warrior, a Prince, a Lover…. He is…. **she is the faith I have lived each day hoping she is the horizon come closer be real and it is her which essence takes as truth and honesty** Dreams, serenity, peacefulness, that calm feeling of tranquility, that connection of the heart, of the soul… hope and faith, trust and love, those deep feelings, stardust sparkles and moonbeam glimmers, fireflies, soft kisses, gentle embrace’s, finger traces….Love… a Knight, a Warrior, a Prince, a Lover…. He is…. **depths of hearts are lethal and mine has been broken died now in her eyes words of future peace arise take wing on Angels make beauty real and on that glimpse I breathe** That connection of the heart, of the soul… a quaint riverbed, big oak trees, leaves singing a gentle breeze, the moon, stars the sun, hearts embrace, souls collide touching deep inside, mornin giggles, toast and jam, moon pies, warmth and hot coffee…. forehead kisses, lips brushing the shoulder and…Love… **That word she knew that promise that thought the knowing the sublime connection I saw her there giggling sweet coffee and normal things my dream** A white horse body armor a fire breathing dragon a sword a Knight a Warrior a Prince a Lover…My Heart…He is… ~ **A lady in waiting her love my destiny her desire my need**
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Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
That Connection written by Brianna Love and wordvango
A white horse body armor a fire-breathing dragon a sword a Knight a Warrior a Prince a Lover….He is… **A lady in waiting her love my destiny her desire my need** That connection of the heart, of the soul… of each breath…. just breathe, deep feelings, trust of the heart, the essence of each soul touching, blending, combining, linking, joining, connecting, entwining, merging together, deep feelings….Love… a Knight, a Warrior, a Prince, a Lover…. He is…. **she is the faith I have lived each day hoping she is the horizon come closer be real and it is her which essence takes as truth and honesty** Dreams, serenity, peacefulness, that calm feeling of tranquility, that connection of the heart, of the soul… hope and faith, trust and love, those deep feelings, stardust sparkles and moonbeam glimmers, fireflies, soft kisses, gentle embrace’s, finger traces….Love… a Knight, a Warrior, a Prince, a Lover…. He is…. **depths of hearts are lethal and mine has been broken died now in her eyes words of future peace arise take wing on Angels make beauty real and on that glimpse I breathe** That connection of the heart, of the soul… a quaint riverbed, big oak trees, leaves singing a gentle breeze, the moon, stars the sun, hearts embrace, souls collide touching deep inside, mornin giggles, toast and jam, moon pies, warmth and hot coffee…. forehead kisses, lips brushing the shoulder and…Love… **That word she knew that promise that thought the knowing the sublime connection I saw her there giggling sweet coffee and normal things my dream** A white horse body armor a fire breathing dragon a sword a Knight a Warrior a Prince a Lover…My Heart…He is… ~ **A lady in waiting her love my destiny her desire my need**
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You will never understand the contribution you have made to my life, You are the friend that really came through for me when I found myself in strife. No-one else could see past the mistake I had made, They chose to ignore how I felt and fixated on my darkest shade I have always looked up to you, you have always inspired me You've always been the one I've looked at when deciding who I'd like to be Please don't throw your life away, I really count on you I know that being here for me is something you can do I love you, I appreciate you. - Brianna Carter You look up to me, Quite literally, But in this case you mean metaphorically Yet similarly, I looked up to you, Size doesn't matter just a point of view You are a better person than I, As pure and beautiful as the stars and the sky In harmony, elements defy, The birds and the planes that roar or sigh No matter what happens, you always come though Shrug it off, move on, it's just what you do, This is why I wish I were like you Yet despite all this you look up to me? I am blind, can't really see clearly, But even I can tell you are a rarity A treasure, and thus better than me -Conor Blatchford
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
BC and CB- Compounded in Companionship
ღ♥´¯'°¤ღ ღ¤°´¯'♥ღ ***My last first kiss shall be remembered taken in with every touch into my very last nerve every fiber of my being make me whole my soul find heaven my life have meaning.*** *My last first Kiss shall be instilled in my heart forever eyes meeting eyes as anticipation peaks hearts pounding fast even skipping beats. I will take it all in blissful love on the rise gentleness in the moment as emotions intensify.* ***That last first kiss I shall savor taste I shall be united for once when I taste her lips meant for only me to find from the beginning.*** *That last first kiss will be heaven on earth as our passion flows free and our souls lock together just him and me. Melding into one another as our lips meet time and space will still…. repeat… repeat…repeat…* ***Just her And Paradise*** *A magical moment with him so beautifully divine our last first kiss will drip forever of honeyed sweet wine.* ღ♥´¯'°¤ღ ღ¤°´¯'♥ღ
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Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
“That last first kiss” A Poetry Weave Between Wordvango & Brianna Love.
✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿ ***where the most importance resides on the meadow rise in apparent glaring I saw her eyes.*** *from the first moment I met him I knew we sang the same song, I watched from a distance with loving eyes staying his friend all along* ***took several decades and wrong turns where until I found that there her being life an angel you might call her, yet flesh and blood, and heart and soul  so much in tune with my song.*** *I loved him    from afar his caring heart, his loving soul I kept a distance but, stayed near giving love, encouragement, and hope when I could sense his fear.* ***my lungs called her name for many years sang out searching for her eyes and did not know she had been answering all the time along in away I refused to hear.*** *I always heard his song I sang back never loud enough to be heard and in my heart I would long. I’d step back many times but   his song would always draw me near, I knew then that I would sing until the combined melodies he would hear. Then one night melodies sang calling song answering calling song….* ***And now, like newness and hope and heaven we sing together!***                       ✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
“We sing together” A Poetry Weave Between Wordvango And Brianna Love
If you take my gun You may as well take my rights I have the right to bear arms To protect my fortress To defend my family I will use everything Machine guns Shotguns High-power rifles Anything So I can feel secure Around bullets of death 3 people lie motionless Blood seeping from shell wounds In the middle of a crowded mall 12 people lay lifeless Two years since their last death In the middle of a movie theater 28 innocent souls lay empty Most of whom couldn't understand In the middle of a elementary school What other people do with their weapons Doesn't concern me I will protect myself with my shotgun My machine gun My high-powered rifle Maybe I'll teach my child how to shoot So one day he can protect his family With assault weapons The victims of the crazed people Those insignificant others Are not dead by the shooters gun But by the shooter's insanity Those insignificant others Were just poor, unlucky souls Insignificant souls When I get older And not fit to live I'm going to give my machine gun My shotgun To my son So he can hold the fortress And protect his family From those insignificant others Those poor, innocent souls That will awake from the grave That will trespass his property That will look him in the eye With the wounds from Sandy Hook Aurora Movie Theater Columbia Mall Still viciously bleeding And dare him to shoot again To protect his cold-blooded ignorance RIP Brianna Benlolo and Tyler Johnson
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
The Insignificant Others
She so___- she And__ He__ so Never ending She Comma Do-So Shop to Soho Electronics Like a Saint Satanic's His or hers Nic's and Pix Never the end If so_______ Yes Sir The math flame Password To end the dating game Hot green tip pistachios Like the long sentence_____, Your Nephews He was Huh? , So compelled to be sentenced The time treacherous Was so long At that end is where you belong Column his comma She comma Prima Donna Oh! Donna A love should be in the moment Too many Dots?plots/whatnots You forgot semicolumn The head page Semi-sweet column End chair Kingdom Knock on wood Getting splinters He used Plastic condoms Braveheart Lion Twisted sisters I was at the very end Wella She -Comma____ The money Higher up Society Brianna Barcelona Cafes Giraffe ladies boisterous drama Begin now The beginning Never met her   middle-section Which breed? She-comma She could make Anyone's bad heart Drug fix well The good heart Should be ended Dead end____& the morgue Her long tongue All She__ Rouge The question mark All parts dots here and? What is next!!! You hear the ring you jump Off the cliff the text Meet me greet him Chances are never The front It was a front Fine print you could see Smitten written deed And left her money Heavenly bliss This paper kiss Did you miss Her signature, Never a good gesture She-devil Comma, Never good ending movie Feature Never ending Please visit and come back Do I need your opinion? .,,  ...   ??
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May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC
Never-End She-Comma
a bit of ***in her hair I figured all along the strands down to her bangs I lingered along the lashes became a vision leaked down a cheek fell onto her silky neck became a molecule came into her blood flowed down her heart pumped me into her toes as they curled traveled vascular up her spine-tingling and came smiling out the corner of her mouth a wet spot next to the corner of her smile soft silky moist glistens a mist on her breath a bit of touch on the pillow a dream on the next day's memory a dream for forever*** *every touch a slow-moving pulse sending shockwaves through every point of touch awaking every part of me with his soft touch his warm lips our bodies move gracefully insight his brown eyes lingering deep touching the core of my soul the warmth of his kisses his fingers floating like a paintbrush leaving a burning trail of ecstasy and brilliant colored hues each stroke caressing each caress leaving a beautiful new color of love filling me with all of him his heart his soul his being all of his colors filling me with his love* ✿
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Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
Collaboration Between Wordvango and Brianna Love
Brianna: "Happy Valentine's Day!" Me: "Happy On-My-Own-For-The-15th-Year-Of-My-Life Day :( " "Gloomy Conor is Gloomy :/ "
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
On My Own Again
the webmaster has become quite the recluse he's been away without offering a viable excuse it was back in March that he fled from this egress   not issuing any of us a forwarding address on Tuesday we sent out twenty four scouts to ascertain intelligence as to his whereabouts but the search party had no good news to impart all of them were so disconsolate of heart the domain is rather down in the dumps since our webmaster pulled up his stumps we are desirous of him returning to home ground it will be such a relief knowing he's safe and sound an APB was posted on the worldwide web by Brianna Jason Trent and Kaleb    to seek out the now cloistered maintainer who's deserted his position as our house retainer
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Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 7:04 PM UTC
Retainer
Sunshine makes her skin glow, Like honeydew dripping from it’s blossom. The stars can not compare to her everlasting beauty. Strength and power, love and wisdom, All shimmer out into the world. She walks with grace, like a cool smooth breeze of the wind. Her smile radiates in the room. Her voice as soft as a lullaby. The soft chocolate ruby brown eyes, The soft luminous honey blonde hair blows in the wind Smelling of a sheen cocoa and shea butter. ~Brianna Springs 11/13/19
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Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
Melanin Love
"there are people waiting to meet you. people waiting to love you. there are places that stand still until you've stepped foot in them. something really beautiful could happen for you in the morning. there is so much waiting for your arrival. arrive there." - brianna pastor
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Mar 11, 2023
Mar 11, 2023 at 2:23 AM UTC
from a poetry book, "good grief"
❤ *It’s overflow from my heart… As it flows down it touches the land seeping deeply, leaving beauty and tranquility in every sparkle of sand. Making the trees grow tall and green, leaving the flowers to bloom in the brightest colors ever to be seen. Touching streams, making the waters flow glisten and gleam. Twisting and turning, the sweetest melody bleeding into the rivers beauty and love these streams deliver.* ***It tickles my toes dangling there in the turn of the river where I was sitting waiting in the turn of life’s river. I’ve waited all my life on that bank.*** *And it’s there on that river bank where the overflow of my heart rises up through your toes touching your heart filling you with my overflow my love our love our life together.* Always forever *And with that…. We became one heart sharing all.* ***Like two hands grasping fingers intertwined. Holding on Forever!*** *As it flows down it touches the land seeping deeply, leaving beauty and tranquility in every sparkle of sand. It’s the overflow of my love for you!* ❤
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Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
“Overflow” A Collaboration Between Brianna Love & Wordvango
i'm one lost little girl but maybe i'm in my place you wouldn't know, wouldn't care what's left behind this pretty face and some people do some people look at me with such heartfelt love and admiration like i'm some angel that's come from high above but what about me? what makes me so special? what makes me nervous? and, what, exactly, makes you think i will call? i've fallen from grace, can't you see? i've terminated my soul there's no brianna left to be so **** off but you won't and i'll be who you want me to be i'll live this life with you until i don't
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
my wrong answer
# Dear Older brother You're never around My Dear older brother it's seemed you've dropped your crown I've grown up knowing you merely by name I didn't grow up with you I haven't seen your bad days Thou I do know somethings to be true I know of a niece of mine She a daughter of yours Her name is Brianna I still remember after all these years She's kind and sweet very loud and obnoxious though you neglected her She's always been quite cautious You're the ghost of the family The so called black sheep Disappearing from existence though nobody seemed to weep In the past you were quite the rebel You grew **** in pots Shoved them high in the trees But that was a terrible hiding spot I heard father tell me You were part of the wrong crowd You became a well known drug dealer Going around this old town I called you awhile ago To inform you grandma died But you didn't know who i was Don't worry about it I replied Half the same blood We hold in our bodies But clearly nothing alike We aren't carbon copies I wish though sometimes within the night That you could have been a real brother And a real father to your daughter Instead of a stranger like any other But time passes like everything else There is no point hoping for the impossible So to my so called dear older brother I hope you can care for somebody If thats even possible Nick #
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
Half of the same blood
Jax,Lily,Flawless,Marta,Dr.Shweta,Shiv,Neeraj,Dg. Emeka,Miss,Jules,Bridgett,Salim, Joceyn,memoona. Sampreeta,daud,Stephanie,Grace,No name,Eloisa. Hijenduanao,Kauthar,Damien,Joye,Marta,Narendra. Jolene, Perry, Freebird,Surbhi,Godawan,Ikimi,tm, Xaela,try,S Nirmal,Astrea,Erin,Mindless,Lace,HB. AP,Timur,Kasidee,Caterra,the untold,Melancholy. Melanie,mckenzie, clark,beebz,sherri,bryan,bakunawa. khaliyah,brianna,Ay2brutus,Angel-like,Maxx,Lure *** Mike, me zeal, Kim,Kim,Maeiby,Shanath,Marshall,xallan. Weeping Willow,Mike Hauser,Serena,AnnMarie,DavidLewis. JenniferJohnson, itgonnamakesense,Mike Essiq,Nancy. Olivia,Paul,Mark,Phil,PoetressBhumi and Wilyam Pax. Here some more love you all, I pray that you are blessed.
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Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
Hellopoetry 3
Taco truck, taco truck where are you. I can't see you and I'm feeling so blue. I look to the side and you aren't there. I look up, down, and everywhere. I search all around. It's no where to be found. I'm sad, depressed, and hungry. I want tacos. I really want tacos. But wait, whats that I hear????? Is it? IT IS!!! The taco truck is here, and I fear no fear. I have tacos and I'm not sad anymore. -Inspired by Brianna
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
Taco truck
"Baby Brianna was five months old when she died...she had multiple broken bones. Over thirty bite marks. She was beat to death..." "Susannah Martinez (campaign ad) Doe eyed ghosts Y los ninos mi corazon Mall haired mamacita with the lined lips 505 madonna meant nothing to you Bust that cap while she sleeps Represent And leave the little ones behind Curled up against her cooling breast Black blood and coffee grounds under their nails It took them weeks to starve to death Abuelitas they lament Light the candles in Torreon Would you buckle under the weight of tiny bones Small hands that clutch the sky Sightless eyes Fragments of a smile stopped by a single shot Gangstas gunning the wrong house Little girl lost in poppi's arms would her whispered breath against your neck bring one tear Baby Bartholemew in his car seat choking to death in his own blood Head lolling back crying for mommy One last time The sound...the stench forever resonant Cuz teddy bears cant stop a bullet can they Wrong place Wrong time Hand the grieving parents a tissue And straighten her hair For the cameras This indignation will rise Bile in your throat for the next 40 minutes Until you return to the blur Of your regularly scheduled lives We're so casual with our offspring But Brianna, Bartholomew and the ghosts in Torreon they haunt these tears I cry "It took us three years, but we fought to make it a death sentence. Baby Brianna's picture still hangs in my office." Susannah Martinez (campaign ad) I will not forget.... TL Boehm December 2010
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
Torreon
"Baby Brianna was five months old when she died...she had multiple broken bones. Over thirty bite marks. She was beat to death..." "Susannah Martinez (campaign ad) Doe eyed ghosts Y los ninos mi corazon Mall haired mamacita with the lined lips 505 madonna meant nothing to you Bust that cap while she sleeps Represent And leave the little ones behind Curled up against her cooling breast Black blood and coffee grounds under their nails It took them weeks to starve to death Abuelitas they lament Light the candles in Torreon Would you buckle under the weight of tiny bones Small hands that clutch the sky Sightless eyes Fragments of a smile stopped by a single shot Gangstas gunning the wrong house Little girl lost in poppi's arms would her whispered breath against your neck bring one tear Baby Bartholemew in his car seat choking to death in his own blood Head lolling back crying for mommy One last time The sound...the stench forever resonant Cuz teddy bears cant stop a bullet can they Wrong place Wrong time Hand the grieving parents a tissue And straighten her hair For the cameras This indignation will rise Bile in your throat for the next 40 minutes Until you return to the blur Of your regularly scheduled lives We're so casual with our offspring But Brianna, Bartholomew and the ghosts in Torreon they haunt these tears I cry "It took us three years, but we fought to make it a death sentence. Baby Brianna's picture still hangs in my office." Susannah Martinez (campaign ad) I will not forget.... TL Boehm December 2010
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