"brittney" poems
Sometimes,
I can't help but believe,
that where the first time I'd meet those sparkly eyes,
it would be Inevitable to where we'd be standing now.
Now,
I don't know what hurts more,
not having you,
or the memories that taunt me.
Either way,
I was *******
knowing you or not knowing you.
© Brittney Hibbert 2016
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
Here is a little poem of love sent your way
to the four most important people in my life
in your lives my love grows and here you all will stay
From the time of each of your births I was in bliss
holding you for the very first time
with tears of happiness on your heads I did kiss
Couldn't wait till I held you in my arms
counting each finger and every toe
from this day forward I knew I had my lucky charms
So precious and beautiful; from me you will not be taken
I'm so very proud to be called your mom
my wonderful girls Brittney, Tiffany, Bridgette, and Laken
Years have gone by so quickly it seem
your all almost grown to live your own lives
no mater the distance you will always be in my dream
Brittney your 20 and your a beautiful woman in college now
I give you support and do your best
what ever you do please don't throw in the towel
Laken your 18 and you too are in college just like your big sis
set your goals but too far where you cant reach
even though were miles apart I send you this kiss
Tiffany your 14 and your first year of high school wow where did time go
don't be breaking those boys hearts
but, always remember let your true self show
Bridgette your 13, andmy youngest and the last of them all
so pretty and smart hope to follow your big sisters
just remember if you need me just give me a call
As for my truly wonderful girls I love so dear
I miss you with all my heart and soul
Please do your best and don't have any fear
Happiness is the way to unlock the heart with a key
never doubt yourselves my loves
Love to you my precious ones Tiffany, Laken, Bridgette and Brittney
Love always Mom
Nov 17, 2009
Nov 17, 2009 at 8:33 AM UTC
I sit where I could get a fresh breathand somehow escape the smells of collard greens, fried chicken, man-n-cheese, and Momma’s 7-up pound cake.Sunday dinners were never going to be the same and Daddy’s to blame.Pot-bellied Pastor McKenzie sneezed in the same rag that he was wiping his sweaty face with. Auntie Lena brushing pasthim to avoid his sermon on ‘cleansing your soul’ putting the carnation bouquets on the dining table.Momma leaning on her callused elbows, which ain’t ableto take too much more stress. Brandy and Brittney flipped through channels fighting over the best pillow on the couch.My uncle Jo rambling on about this sweating he does in the south.Nobody even noticed the things that were coming out of Daddy’s mouth. “Sorry baby. Daddy’s so sorry,” on repeat like my Alicia Keys CDthat Kayla scratched last year in the same car Daddy wrecked. I played it in the living room, hoping to bring her back.Her frizz free hair was all that I was jealous of. Her clothes were cuter than mine and one size too big. Her humor rubbed off on me and is the reason I’m a kidder. Time to eat, but I can’t breathe.Kayla could never again help with dinner.
Feb 26, 2010
Feb 26, 2010 at 8:10 AM UTC
Shade Pines Mental Vacillty.
The room was packed the press ravenous waitting for the return of the madman of the place in which we cannot speak of.
How could it be were the rumour's true shock treatments torture had Gonzo finally sliped over the deep end?
The press was dead silent as he was walked into the room
but the man in front of them looked nothing like the man they once knew no wild turkey in front of him no sunglasses even worse no bloodshot eye's
The person that we cannot speak of spoke in the high almost like a cross between Brittney spears and Borat accent.
To which the press all laughed yet the person that we could not speak of did not get the joke as usal.
Cause he was a word we cannot say.
I pressent to you my friends the new and improved Gonzo.
Now I shall let the man himself speak.
The man who resembled gonzo drooled slightly leaned into the mic
Hello im Gonzo.
And after a bit of a awkward pause like when a alter boy cuts a **** they realized that was pretty much it for his deep speech.
The press astounded finally came to life like a seventy year old man who found a secret stash of ******
Gonzo is this a joke ? Gonzo wanna drink hey what about a ***** joke?
Im fine thank you im so happy to be here and be in your company
And I no longer drink well just water that is.
And may I say im so happy to be a changed man no bad jokes from me.
Nope just good wholesome fun no ***** words well I gotta go to my bible study folks it sure was nice to talk to you all.
The press werent buying it the one female repoter stood befor the shell
of a man and must have had a fashion mishap cause some buttons were missing from her top.
Um you sure you wanna leave?
Well miss im really sorry but I gotta be there on time there having cookies today.
And we gotta go over plans for the bakesale and you really need to fix your top miss cause your gonna catch a cold.
The woman stunned felt as if she had spoken to a alien just what had they done to the man once known as Gonzo.
And had they really lost the madman to this bizzar strange human who now did reside in his body.
Was it the end of ********** and wild turkey?
Would Sanity set in and leave things as fun a watching paint dry?
Would ***** jokes and madness be lost forever.
Tune in next week kids to read the next spine tingling chapter
in this drawn out weirdness known as the new Gonzo.
Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 11:48 AM UTC
Nobody cares when you make the right choice
they start to care once you've made the wrong one.
© Brittney Hibbert 2016
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 6:07 AM UTC
*He can tell when your soul hurts,
So out with positivity he bursts.
He lights a way with fire burning brightly in his eye,
He reaches for true success, he can since when they lie.
When he wants something done he'll make it happen,
He even stays fit around the track you'll find him lappin'.
He doesn't believe in slackin'
So he works right, and that's why his money be stackin'.*
✍
© Brittney Hibbert 2016
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
We don't need
no Bieber Fever
We don't need
no ****** songs
No bad lip syncing
on the dance floor
Barbie dolls in
rubber thongs
All in all it's just more
plastic **** against
the wall
Yes, all in all it's just
more plastic **** against
the wall
We don’t need
no **** from Brittney
We don’t need
her rehashed rhymes
No songs of anguish
from Christina
Washed up waifs
beyond their prime
All in all it's just more
plastic **** against
the wall
Yes, all in all it's just
more plastic **** against
the wall...
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 3:05 PM UTC
We ditched school that day to drive to LA to find her real dad.
We stayed in the desert and she got her **** pierced instead.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 5:16 PM UTC
Do you think she’ll witness my downfall
When she goes to hell?
Do you think she’ll feel the anguish of empathy?
Do you think she’ll find a way to introspect
Instead of projecting?
That would cause her suffering.
I won’t be grouped in with fools
Who discharge ressentiment
With dreams of those who’ve wronged them
Suffering more than they have...
But I know it must discharge somewhere.
What constrains me?
The stunted superego
Suffocates the id
Holds it down and kicks it;
A child beaten
Tells itself
It doesn’t want to hurt its family
Until the day it’s realized
That it can’t.
And then, its spirit broken
Lays dormant, a pressure cooker
Tells itself it doesn’t want to rise
To cope with having fallen.
It stays silent and still long after left
Alone.
Retreated so far into itself
That now it fails to recognize
The threat is gone –
The abuse goes on
Long beyond it’s ended.
She told me she loved my poetry,
That I inspired her to write
About her father.
I should have seen it coming then
It was no different from before -
I let myself be used again
I have no excuse.
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
sigh
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Mybittersweetpoetry/310830505705043?sk=timeline
Your work may be there too :( I hope not, it's so soul destroying)
From the above Facebook Page
Sincere Apologies posted August 22 belongs to Brittney Anne
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/825832/sincere-apologies/
Loving You of Loving Me posted August 15 belongs to Teema
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/586571/loving-you-or-loving-me/
Her Mothers Perfume Resembles Her Anger posted August 14 belongs to Abbey Cole http://hellopoetry.com/poem/811713/my-mothers-perfume/
and there are more from here...
Just Ask A Good Woman She Knows Pain Beyond Limits posted August 11 belongs to Jeffrey Conyer http://hellopoetry.com/poem/389501/just-ask-a-good-woman/
and I could go on and on but it seems everything they have posted and claimed for their own comes from this site...
**Just had to file a DMCA takedown with Facebook because this person removed all my comments but not my poem!!!
All their work is stolen from here so make sure you go and have a look to make sure your work is not there!!!
I ******* HATE these parasitic people!!!!**
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
I see the end of the world
in the blink of her eye
And all the colors you
can think of just appeared
in the sky
And a guy who looks an
awful lot like Jesus walks
by
But nobody cares
All the people in the city
are to busy to feel
Running 90 MPH
just like rats on a wheel
Stuck in cages made of
concrete, iron, plastic
and steel
But nobody cares
The delusion of the moment
has them preoccupied
Whether Brittney or Nicole
will be along for the ride
And the sky begins to darken
and there's nowhere to hide
But nobody cares
Then out of nowhere
comes a shattering boom
A cloud of crimson colored ash
has passed in front of the moon
Six billion people disappearing
in the darkening gloom
And nobody cares...
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 12:58 AM UTC
He asked me why I liked him
I've never been asked that question before I thought
I just stared out the window quickly reflected but my words never rejected
♫♫♫♫♫
I wanted to tell you
I loved your persistence you never made me feel the distance
I wanted to tell you
I loved your taste of music in the morning I never thought you were boring
I wanted to tell you
I loved how you'd get excited to see new gravels I wanted to go with you on all your travels
I should have told you
I loved the way you kissed me upon that rock I never felt more free
Then I thought why does he even like me?
♫♫♫♫
© Brittney Hibbert 2016
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
*If I had a talent times two
It would simply be never getting over you*
© Brittney Hibbert 2016
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 4:19 AM UTC
*What's stopping you from doing what you're aiming for?➳
Who keeps closing the door?
Have you ever tried with all your will,
Then found yourself completely still?
Is it lack of money?
Or is my life so sad, it's funny?
Are you running out of time?
Or have you simply lost your mind?
- Who's stopping you from getting your **** done?
-But then you hear the music, and realize it's time to have a little fun.*☮
© Brittney Hibbert 2016
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
Telling a lie
Always wanting to shine
When really I was polished the wrong way
My heart was really on decline
Saying her name
Used to be a praise
Now all it is
Is just a way to go down
And cry
Wishing she was mine again
When really she being gone
Was my pilgrimage to a great revival
Very vital
For my arrival that
I stay mindful
Of my trifles
Due to how I’m always tripping on the cracks
That makes everything black
Activating my brain
And making me rage
Since my temper is on edge
With my neck
That is carrying a lot of the sweat I get
From ******* tryna wreak my moderation
Tryna give me a education
In how to be substandard
And Rendered into something
Worst than America giving a Cheeto
The leveage to all of our bombs
So now I’m just thinking about what you did wrong
Instead of my flaws
I’m reminding you of what you missed on
Always catching wrong
Missing all shots
Finally hit a home run
But didn’t run
Instead you walked away
And became a snob
Who couldn’t turn a ****
As if it was Brittney telling a song
Without hatred and love
Always switching up to benefit your life
But messing with my redefined mind
Which has no space to give you my time
So I’ma make this short and give you a new comprehension
Don’t look at me
Don’t say you gonna love
Or that you gonna **** me
Because all you really doing is lying to yourself
Because I’m non penetrable
Due to my thick skull
That’s always getting dull from whenever you wanna score
Instead you fumble
Like the dolphins in the playoffs
Now I wish you good luck
Since your sorry *** just loss all your luck
When you left me taking a piece of my
❤️
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:18 AM UTC
A smile so bright
Eyes hazel and sprite
Cheeks round and rosy
A nose small and cozy
Brownish locks bounce and swirl
Frame the face of this little girl
Fingers and hands,
Long and slim she stands
Actively she runs and plays
Full of energy throughout the day
she is 4 years old
She is sweet tiny and bold
She shines pure love
through her heart of gold
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 5:53 AM UTC
*Oh how I wish, we all could go back to the days
when our thoughts were magical,
and we didn't think so logical.*
© Brittney Hibbert 2016
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
The devil tried to make me drown
But I knew a secret to turn that around
-Sink or Swim
-Delay or Pray
© Brittney Hibbert 2016
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
My name is simple,
my name is
Brittney
Five years ago
I lived in a town where
violence was the answer and
people killed to stay alive
to take care of their loved ones
I was safe where I was at,
my heart
and my head
Just four years ago,
I moved
to somewhere new
new people
I never even knew
Before my first year,
I knew who I wanted to be
who I was
until I got into drugs
met great people
and lost them because they
werent so great
Fell in love,
am in love
maybe..
to a boy who sometimes wants to
be with me
Im on my last year,
and I have no idea who I am
where I am
where I want to go, to do
I lost motivation for everything
My name is easy,
My name is Brittney
but thats not the question,
the question is
Who Am I?
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
She says always do your Best
She says this life is a Test
She is the mother of the Nest
She loves us all the Same
She's too good for Fame
She gave me my own Name
We all wish we could repay her
She won't take diamonds or Fur
It's Kindness and Words She'd Prefer
© Brittney Hibbert 2016
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
When someone is low
It is not our spot to judge
It is our spot to light them a way
© Brittney Hibbert 2016
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 2:55 AM UTC
*Laying here in bed I can't feel anything, I swear I'm better dead
My body is Paralyzed by the love we shared, so much was said
But I hear a tune, ringing in my head
So I pick up that un-touched guitar
and I fall back in Love instead
What do you know, I found my medicine* <3
© Brittney Hibbert 2016
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
The Leaves are falling, but I must leave.
The Bees stopped being, but I must be.
The air has grown cold, yet I hold.
The keys to unlock, the door for my New Clock.
"Tick Tock"
© Brittney Hibbert 2016
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC
He said,
"Our love will stand the test of time."
If you asked me I'd say,
"All his words shoulda been a crime."
© Brittney Hibbert 2016
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
Foolishly, I gave him the account to my heart.
I let him type the password, then he forgot.
"911 I'm locked out."
-Someone come help me out.
© Brittney Hibbert 2016
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 5:52 AM UTC