Month: August 2006

Posted in Poetry

Egotystical energy

Posted on by Bri

EGOTYSTICAL ENERGY

Ever noticed

What people run on?

Like gas in a car

or food for a bird?

I, self

the definition of ego

people are fueled

if they think themselves heros

without success

or money or brains

what else have you got

so you dont feel lame?

Complete disregard of what's inside

Unkindled, unalive

Why have we let the best fall away?

Why do we want only money today?

The true good in humans

is what's in their hearts

not what they wear

not where they start

So, all you people, heed what I say

Don't ask for money

Don't ask for success

They'll come as they may

So don't make a mess

Posted in Poetry

I drew the short straw

Posted on by Bri

I DREW THE SHORT STRAW

Looking around

What do I see?

Everyone else

Is taller than me

I crane my neck

to see into their eyes

It takes more effort

to see through their lies

Bottom of the food chain

Bottom of the growth chart

But my height doesn't change

what I have in my heart.

Posted in Poetry

Rebel

Posted on by Bri

REBEL

Announcement of rules

Standards for the day

Flip my hand in disregard

I don't care what they say

The code of conduct

is my dart target

What dress code?

I forget

Rebel of the underdog

Overlooked at first sight

don't tell me to shut up

or I might pick a fight

 

Posted in Poetry

Intrapersonal Disadvantage

Posted on by Bri

INTRAPERSONAL DISADVANTAGE

I sit alone

Stop looking at me

broken off from society

Seemingly sad

But inside I'm content

Leave me alone, I'll give my consent

Cast off like a rag doll

Unwanted, unseen

Filled with thoughts of the obscene

Now, not seemingly

I'm crying inside

Maybe, sometimes, I should abide

Posted in Poetry

Love is an imperfect science

Posted on by Bri

LOVE IS AN IMPERFECT SCIENCE

I see you

but do you see me?

I ponder the question

set my mind free

I watch your smile

shy and soft

Would you smile for me?

I feel so off

Hair like a cloud

thick, fair, curly

chest not small

but not yet burly

happily, helpfully,

I'd give you my heart

I just can't stand

to see us apart

Posted in Poetry

Poetry inspired by fire

Posted on by Bri

Fire Haiku

 

The fire cracks in warmth

The logs burnt white and black

The flames warm my heart

 

Poem

 

One sits on a blanket

Reading teen magazines

Three sit at the table

Reading and drinking beer

One sits in a flod out chair

Writing sweet nothings

puoring her heart and soul

out on lifeless blank white pages

with only a pen and her thoughts

Listening to fire crack

And warm her freezing legs

waiting for the little girls

To start to make the smores

 

Ode to Marshmellows

 

Little one's like them

Only lightly toasted

Older one's like them

Black and well roasted

But either ways

It's safe to say

The warm white softness

Once you make it there

melts at your tounge

sticking to you hands

and teeth

Where's my toothbrush?Laughing

Posted in Various Ramblings

Various Ramblings Numba Eight

Posted on by Bri

I'm finally out of the asylum!

And all better!

Or are you?

I am! I really am! And nothing you can say will make me insane!

What about...

Don't!

I am the…

No! Please! I have to be on my best behavior!

FEAR ME. I AM THE…

Stop! Don't do it!

STOP INTERRUPTING ME!

Ooooh…somebody's angry

*breaths deeply* I'm under control. Now, why was I mad again?

BEcause I would let you say… oh crap.

Oh crap? Why can't I say that?

Maybe I'm not the ONLY insane person…

Well, technically, we're the same person.

*twitch*

What the…? Oh- I remember now!

*twitch* remember what?

Well… hey! Where did all the spoons go?

*twitchtwitch* I don't know. Nooooo idea here.

Bri.

*twitch* I SAID I DIDN'T KNOW.

*rolls eyes* I thought we got through this spoon collecting stage…

I HAVE A PROBLEM, OK?

Oooh…touchy touchy… maybe you'll be nicer to the… PHANTOM OF PAPERCLIPS!

NOOOO!!!!!! *throws spoons hidden in various places into the air*

I DEMAND ALL THE SPOONS BACK!

*Scurrying around to get the spoons* Never! I'll never let you have them! NEVER I TELL YOU!

ANSWER TO THE PHANTOM OF PAPERCLIPS!! B.O.W. TO ME AS I DRINK THIS REFRESHING COCA COLA! NOW IN DIET AND VANILLA!

NEVER!!!!! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!! *TWITCH*

*Bri now continues to stuff the spoons into her clothes; in her pockets, socks, shoes, tuxedo jacket*

GIVE ME THE SPOONS OR I SHALL SMITE THEE WITH THIS *NEW* REMIXED CD OF OLDIES SING BY NEWBIES!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Note from Author's Doctor: During our daily check-up with Bri in her cardboard box, we found her wih millions of spoons strewn around it and in her clothes, jumping up and down hysterically, name-dropping, and twitching uncontrollably. Also, we found her with the tuxedo top that was stolen out of Antonio BAnderas' closet just last week. We are sad to announce that Bri has to go back to the intensive care ward before we can release her into the *wild* again. Please send her your well wishes.