Remember my smile,
how beautiful I am.
Remember those songs we shared,
and how wonderful the stars look when we gazed upon them together.
Remember how much we loved the rain,
how it soothed our souls.
Remember how you felt with me.
Remember me?
As I sit here holding onto memories of you..of us,
it starts to rain and i think about how it used to be.
Before her,
before I became second best.
Before you found someone new who may not be more important,
but shes where I want to be...closer to you.
I dislike her,
she made you think less of me,
shes trying to make you forget me...but you wont?
I am happy for you,
not because you found her
but because you won't allow her to erase the part of you that is me.
So im sitting here in the rain
holding onto the memories of us.
the heat of the argument by Beloved-Rain, literature
Literature
the heat of the argument
I Hide.
curling into the fetal position on my bed,
for I can not run nor can I stop you.
I know what you are going to do,
I'm sorry I made you mad.
I did not mean to provoke you.
...A warm tear runs down my face as your hand strikes it,
there is a warm tingling imprint left on my cheek.
I scream for my mother to help me as you hit me again,
she is only two feet away,
why won't she help me?
I cease to scream as you hit me again my side, my arm and my head are pounding,
suddendly I hear screaming ...it's not me.
As I realize that the screaming is definitely not me,
I look out from between my fingers as i look out in front of me,
I will always be here for you,
when ever you call.
You can pout and scream,
but ill wait for you...you'll get over it.
One day you'll get why i bug you,
and you will see how much you do it too.
I promise that i will always love you,
nothing could ever stop me.
Till the end of time,
you will be...my sister
Love is so rarely seen in its pure untouched from (the love here that i am
referring to is the after breakup kind of hurt, the constant yearn for that
one person to look at you again, the butterflies when that person looks at
you, or that classical accidental meeting) so many of us are hurt or abused
by love that it becomes tainted and are views on it changed.
We are all touched by love ever minute of every day someone is always
thinking of you (when you are not) worrying or wondering when they might
see/hear from you again.
Love takes many forms (but most we choose not to call love). I know that
not everyone believes in love
This is what i am....and what by Beloved-Rain, literature
Literature
This is what i am....and what
This is what I am and what I am not:
I am not the person expected to make a mistake; to do something wrong.
I am the person expected to be perfect; to do the right thing.
I am not the person to express her feelings; I do not just blurt out that i love someone.
I am the person who bottles up her feelings; who people think only has one reaction to difference of change-anger.
I am not the person who filrts and thinks people so ont respond or care; who thinks peoplenptice her even of she is not worth a second glance.
I am the one who is expected to be innocent; who is not supposed to acknowledge attraction.
I am not the person expected to
If summer romances,
were meant to last,
then would summer last longer?
If family,
is always supposed to be there,
then should you see them everyday?
If home,
is where the heart is,
is there only one true place where your heart lies?
If true love,
is for everyone,
then why is it so special?
Hello! It's been a while! by danielleclaire, journal
Hello! It's been a while!
I'm not here much anymore, as you might've noticed - or not, I don't know. Maybe you haven't. I get very little engagement here compared to how it used to be. It's a shame because I used to really love this community, and many of the folks I used to talk to have evaporated. I get basically no views on my art now, either, and I think that after 17 years, that's probably not a fantastic sign. Anyway - if any of you are interested in my art, or commissioning me, or even just chatting, I have a Discord server that's quite active and welcoming. I post my stuff there more than I do here (also can't pop any NSFW stuff here, I guess), and I also post things like works in progress and occasionally raffles when the brain cell cooperates. https://discord.gg/9bpPPT2 Anyway, I hope you've all been well. Weird around here. Even posting a journal is different, and I still don't like Eclipse. Why'd they nerf categories, of all things? Massive step backwards, if you ask me.
So again another photo dump. Some are from when I was going to the zoo In Winnipeg with a girlfriend, and others are from my trip to BC for my cousins beautiful wedding.
Life has gotten a little rough but things are looking up and I finally found my camera charger and realized that I should have uploaded these AGES ago... so here you are... for the enjoyment of the commonwealth I give thee.. PICTURES
Hope you all enjoy, comments as always are more then welcome!
Love
Brittany
And so it begins, my good friend and I are going to start a legit business selling synthetic dreads and dread falls as well as my hand made jewlery i'm hoping to get some pictures up soon to see how the response is our website will be launching as soon as it is finished and I will post it here. I shall try to update here soon with poems and pictures as soon as I have some extra spare time to get online and edit photos.
I am also planning a trip to England hopefully I will be there for the end of Sept but its not looking to good.... I'm super excited to be there in the near-ish future.
Love
Brittany
So... poetry is a slow moving process i'm sad for it but at the same time distracted.. I got a camera for Christmas and its keeping me occupied for the most part i hope to capture a few good things to share.
Thanks to all the people who still watch me.
<3
Love
Brittany