Posted in Poetry

Puzzling

A billion splintered pieces

Some from the same picture

Some from a new one

Hold the shards in your hand

Clench

Feel the piercing in your palm

Watch the thin trickles of blood seep through your fingertips

And then put it all back together.

Maybe it will be something beautiful

But you can’t shake the feeling

That there are a few pieces

That will always be missing.

Posted in Blog, Bri, Poetry

A rant of poetic proportions

Hello, college

Why yes, I would

love

to major in creative writing.

But what?

You have no freshman classes for me?

That’s fine, I’ll just take a-

Wait. What do you mean,

you don’t have any freshman english classes?

None?

I could understand no creative writing

I have to earn that.

But none at all?

None?

Zero?

That word strikes fear into my heart

Like Chase the creeper velociraptor

(thanks Chad).

But thank you,

college,

for offering ultimate frisbee as a class.

There may be space in my heart

to forgive you.