Entries By Brittany
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forgotten
I feel like so much about the world gets forgotten every day, whether it’s those in Haiti or the pain we felt as we watched the twin towers fall. Or maybe we forget that we’re supposed to trust when it comes to love. That love isn’t love till you give it away. I’ve forgotten where my keys are and why I’m so afraid. I only can remember that I am afraid and that I have much to fear but I’ve forgotten that I have much to love and not be afraid of. Life is beautiful, I forgot that.
Posted By Brittany On 05.15.2011 @ 9:48 pm
wasteland
“Ain’t no way….” the soulful voice fills my head with a song that urges me to laugh at the irony before me. Just out this door is a world of rust and overcast skies. It’s a twisted, cold place where nothing ever blooms…not even people.
Posted By Brittany On 05.13.2011 @ 3:57 pm
glowing
radiant love is all around us, when we have it we tend to glow. why is this? is it because we know the best that comes to us even when we don’t expect it. I think we all need to acknowledge the good things we have in our life, even if we don’t think we have any.
Posted By Brittany On 05.13.2011 @ 2:22 am
The phosphorescent glowing of the algae in the lake brought back dreams of stars in the sky, the light in his eyes.
Posted By Brittany On 05.12.2011 @ 2:30 pm
bones
Bones are in people’s bodies. They keep the structures held up and stabled
Posted By Brittany On 05.12.2011 @ 9:17 am
Her bones felt like they had liquefied. She had never felt pain so incredible, so indescribable. She had never been in such terror than she was at that moment. Then she remembered who she was. where she was. And she knew she could never give up.
Posted By Brittany On 05.11.2011 @ 7:01 pm
Bones were scattered around the table. Where did they come from and who did they belong too? Most have been gnawed by animals that roamed the forest. Something had to tell us who this was or used to be.
Posted By Brittany On 05.11.2011 @ 2:53 pm
Bones are something we really need to take care of. If we don’t then when we’re older we will fall apart. My grandma has osteoporosis and she has fractured several bones because of it. She doesn’t drink milk, eat cheese, or really any other dairy product.
Posted By Brittany On 05.11.2011 @ 2:06 pm
crew
The ship pitched back in forth in a storm so strong that I could feel it in every bone in my body. I knew though, that if anyone had a decent chance at surviving, it was me and my crew.
Posted By Brittany On 05.09.2011 @ 8:12 pm
birth
She thought back to the day she was born, and how everyone must have celebrated so enthusiastically. She looked back now and wondered if thy ever imagined her life would turn out this way. She wondered if they imagined she would be this great. This important.
Posted By Brittany On 05.08.2011 @ 2:31 pm
waver
The pen is cool and heavy in my hand as my eyes skip over words freeing these strangers from any sort of liability. My life’s becoming forfeit because I couldn’t settle for a tamer kind of thrill…What’s the matter with me?
Posted By Brittany On 05.08.2011 @ 8:05 am
dinosaur
this is an animal that lived a long time ago.. in american we learn about them and sing about them in third grade. we only know they exist by the bones and fossils they left behind in our soil. Many kids grow up loving them due to toys and learning about them.
Posted By brittany On 05.03.2011 @ 9:42 pm
bandana
it was a red bandana i akways wre that one everywhere, my granny gave it me on my 7th bday and i kept it until i gave it my little gril on her seventh bday. that was 41 years ago. im glad to say the bandana is still in the family weither it be on the little girl or wrap aroun dmy grandsons favorite toy
Posted By brittany On 05.03.2011 @ 9:09 am
I wear a bandana. Dogs put it around their necks. Old time robbers used them. it’s one letter away from banana.
Posted By Brittany On 05.02.2011 @ 10:35 pm
deadbolt
It’s the one thing keeping me from him; his crazed stare and jealous rage all excite feelings of fear and foolishness. This thin strip of metal is all that stands between me and a violent demise at the hands of a lunatic out for my blood.
Posted By Brittany On 04.29.2011 @ 12:16 am
trailer
Trailors can be for movies, or somthing like horse trailers…idk
Posted By Brittany On 04.27.2011 @ 9:24 am
Excitement fills every cell of every tissue creating my personage; with my fingers gripping the perspiring cup a rush fills me like no other when the music swells and explosions play in the background of moving text and images. “This is gonna be sweet…”
Posted By Brittany On 04.27.2011 @ 12:12 am
intersection
Lives intersect every second of every day. They intersect for a reason, for a purpose, even if only for a minute- their lives won’t be the same after meeting each other.
Posted By Brittany On 04.26.2011 @ 7:18 am
A grand ballroom opens with the graceful change of color; from bright scarlet to vivid verde, the metallic dancers begin an exchange that is measured by counts and seconds exactly.
Posted By Brittany On 04.25.2011 @ 7:40 pm
iron
There’s a city of it near the water, with bridges and boats with steam pluming high above the citizens as they walk along the river. Who knew a city that shone like silver could be so filthy and cold?
Posted By Brittany On 04.23.2011 @ 9:09 pm
Strong and cold and larger than life. Its how our world at present came to be. But we are god here. We use the iron for our purposes, mold it to suite our needs. It is a cold life, but not one without love. For here, we see a love of self, a love of power, and love of potential. This is who we’ve become. This is what I love. Iron.
Posted By Brittany On 04.23.2011 @ 4:24 pm
There is something vast here. Cold and strong, but it is nothing in it’s own right. Humanity is god here. We build it up, use it how we like, so that it may serve us. We have the power, look at the city around you. You know why it’s there, and how it came to be. Here, we are god, and we use. Is this earth sans love? I think not, for what you see around you is the love of humanity. The love of self.
Posted By Brittany On 04.23.2011 @ 4:07 pm
styrofoam
Cup held firmly in my hand is a substance that will choke and insulate at the same time; all that comes to mind is how my mother will die from it one day, slowly asphyxiating from a substance created by man.
Posted By Brittany On 04.22.2011 @ 8:49 pm
Is very sticky and interesting. Not too sure what it is but I think it might smell. Maybe even green? Sty-ro-foam. Wow. How funny.
Posted By Brittany On 04.22.2011 @ 1:33 pm
foreign
Trees upon trees Dizzies the eye and drives a nail Rusted and cruel into a square hole Unwilling to take a round peg.
Posted By Brittany On 04.21.2011 @ 8:56 pm
