Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Switching to [tumblr]

Hello beloved readers,

I have decided to switch my poetry blog over to tumblr. I will be taking a couple weeks or so to transition my poetry from this site, and I will ultimately leave this post with the new link (below). That should give all my followers plenty of time to make the switch if they want, but I will leave this site up as well. Thank you so much for all of your support and input.


Tumblr Poetry Blog

God bless,

Brittney

Friday, March 26, 2010

Reservoir. (Mini-Series. Part 7.)

Watch me, love,
and wonder.
Confine your peripheral vision
on my silhouette
Only.
Notice that I'm secretly doing work.

Though I won't tell you exactly
what I'm up to,

know this:
It's all for you.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

So To Speak

I have an odd request
for you.
Maybe two...

Speak up.
Tilt your chin upwards
slightly,
Straighten your back and
meekly resound your mind to me.
Arrange your words straight as an arrow
and aim directly for my heart's flesh.
I need to know you aren't afraid of sounding off.
Flapping your gums at me, so to speak,
even if a time or two
Is to let me know that
You.
Got.
This.

Also,
Lean in really close to me.
Invade my person and
Match my line of vision.
Speak in low tones with confident demeanor.
Softly enunciate each syllable
so that I will stiffen at attention.
Verbalize to me what lies in the intimate corners
of your heart, so to speak.
I promise that once you
have my full attention
You'll.
Have.
Me.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Hate (part one?)

Hate weighs on the soul
My energy is drained to the point
Where I cannot muster a vowel
To retell the story of why your
Existence in my heart is detestable.

This victim’s song is familiar
And I hum it softly to myself at times
So soothing is the searing repugnance
That I soon find myself crouched in.
A wounded man’s paradise;
Lulled into a cold slumber
From the melody.

Motionless and satisfied.
Happy from the reality I’ve built:
That everyone is malevolent
Way deep on the inside.
I smile from the safety of knowing that
I won’t ever have to try again;
Underneath the weight of
Grave vulnerability.

Offense hitches itself to the hip of the heart
And transitions with me from one stage in life
To the next.
Disappointment thick on my skin;
Covers;
Radiating from me like an aura
That glows with sweet disdain;
The fa├žade of sweet tolerance and longsuffering
Attempts at masking my heartache,
While the pungent odor
Of hatred slowly seeps it way through.

Truthfully,
I have grown wary of the mourner’s sackcloth
And the chains of the slave.
The musty stench of disappointment
Lingering,
Makes me long for fresh air.
I need emancipation from
This place
And the courage to flee
This foggy disposition.

Spring Break Musings. (Mini-Series. Part 9)

You push me to edges.
But revealing that I can go further
Than I thought I ever could.
I see that my edges aren’t really
The end
Of all there is of me.
Rather,
They are a beautiful
Transition
Into greater unknowns.

Monday, March 08, 2010

Hidden (The Meaner Half)


Repressed motives
Shine behind waiting, innocent
Eyes.
Fondness lies in the wake.
Ready to grasp bits of
Warmth,
And
Steal away seconds of
Undivided attention
Before becoming the
Object of jealousy.

Quiet, selfish, and set.

Hidden points of interest exist
Despite the
Depths of another bond.
Betrayal waits,
Prepared to make a mockery
Out of tried-and-true friendship.
…a misguided passion
Taking advantage of actual love.

*written May 12, 2009

Friday, March 05, 2010

Suicide. (Mini-Series. Part 8)

“What doesn’t kill you
Makes you stronger.”
Well, I wish that
I were dead.
I wish I could be a fatality
And not a survivor
...of heartbreak.

Saturday, February 06, 2010

Born Again.

Rob me.
Take all of my bravery and will.
Free me from self-preservation
And leave me bare of defenses and potency.
Weaken me.
Strip me down to what I really am:
Thoughtless.
Devoid of form and color,
Shape and purpose.
Remind me that I am completely
Incapable, incompetent,
and
Impossibly hopeless
Without You.

Heart of Fire.

Caressing a fire,
Your heart glows bright in my arms.
The tips of my fingers
Trace carefully along the heated seams
Close to rupturing its zealous rays.
In moments where I grasped too quickly,
Clenched too harshly,
Your love seared my flesh;
Left an impression past skin & bone.
I retract my grip
And react in pain;
Gritting teeth and regretting that
I wasn’t more careful.
However,
Soon after the tissue cools
I notice that
You’ve forever left a mark;
A permanent tale-tell sign.

Therefore,
I’ll always walk this earth with a piece of the sun
Because I’ve loved you.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Tongues.

we do plenty of talking
and not enough listening.
our own native cries drowning out
the voices of those across the border
and on distant shores.
"love me!" is the chant;
booming loud and urgent.

If we'd just take turns to listen
we shall discover
that
we're all saying the exact.
same.
thing.

Love's B-Side.

Growing up I
believed a great, incomplete
truth.
fantasized & sacrificed
every moment on long bus rides
and nighttime silences
wishing and longing for the day
when I would find
a great love that would
suddenly
make my existence easier.

blame it on my naivety
or the fabricated, woo-like
factor in the media.
no matter the source of fault,
I wanted it more than
my  next breath:
someone who I'd love so much
that I'd breathe my last for.

I was completely unaware
of the harsh, unattractive half to Love.
Its gritty & disheveled B-side;
where you're pushed to the
outer realms of your sanity.
And you endure pain unimaginable;
the kind that mirrors the martyr
[but for different reasons]

Fear uncovers past wounds
of abandonment and heartache
Yet,

...I still want Love.
More than I did as a child.
And having sat down and counted the costs,
I still choose to pursue;
fantisizing with the same bright-eyed
enthusiasm.
Only now, it's matched with an inner fight
to endure whatever comes.

(Mini-Series. Part 6) Deep vs. Shallow

I know that my waters
run deep,
but the moment I notice that
I am being
           watched;
caught underneath the gaze of
your mind's eye,
I cast my smile as far away as possible
and quietly wade around
the shallow end.
I cannot show you
just how deep it all goes.