Qwerty

breathe in.


close your eyes.

lose feeling.
first toes to head.

clear your mind.


breathe out.


alleviation.

New Record.

14 Cavities.

Well....shit.

To Start Off

Not much... and yet everything to say since this past month. Work and school have consumed my whole being and soul. But soon. Soon this calamity will cease to be, and I'll be able to rest a bit. Hopefully I get to paint my room as well. We shall see. =]

~Brigette~

How The Day Doth Hide Its Secrets

Timid it stands above all.
Shadows haunt the corners.
Sleep shall capitulate the soul.
Third eye solidified.
Breadth of view converted.
The visions become intrinsic.
"Sleep Now", silence echoes.
Obligated, silence is heard.

Three. Three. Three.

Interview Today!

It's going to be a immensely long day today. I was watching a movie, called Perfume, with a bunch of friends last night, and I must say that it is one of the most disturbing movies I have watched in a very long time. If you haven't seen this movie, you might want to keep it that way...but if you're into that creepy shit....be my guest. Anyway. So yesterday I started my world religion class. I must say, it seems to be a really interesting class. The professor is an interesting character. During the break he gave us, I had a chance to start a new poem. I'm glad I've been getting the writer's flow recently. Although, I know from here on out...I'm going to be an insanely tired homosapien. Alrighty, time to get ready for my interview and work. I'm happy yet not. Haha.

~Brigette~

Unknown Title

She's drowning in the ocean,
the waves making continuous crashes
above her head, sucking her under.
Thunder rolls and lightening flashes,
the storm picking up speed.

She fell off the cliff, into the sea.
Oh, the despair that taints her soul.
She has yet to learn to swim.
She's drowning in the ocean.
She's drowning in her sins.

Unseen tears roll down her face.
Breath to never be replaced.
Surface, unbroken, she starts to drift,
waves breaking overhead.
Silence begins to slowly creep.

Closing her eyes and letting go,
peace begins to fill her being.
She's dreaming an invertible fantasy.
The storm clears, and tide rises.
They found her, smile in place.

Happy July!

Yay for the beginning of July!! A new month. A new beginning. Life is going to get more complicated, and I LOVE IT!! (:


~Brigette~

Blah

No one likes a Dirty Whore.
So...
STOP BEING ONE!!

Blabbering

Yet another day of driving for about an hour to get to my destination. This is killer on my gas tank. After my interview up there, I get to see a bunch of my amazing friends, one of which I could talk to more. Ahhhhhh! And Bailey is coming down for the day with her friend that I've been wanting to meet. He seems like an awesome character. Have to take a shower in just a minute to get ready for everything. I'm still trying to find time to write. It seems that I'm always on the go now and never have time to let my inspirations come down onto paper. Anyway, this was just an update to show what I'm up to today. Blog some other time. ;]

( I'm waving goodbye. ;] )
~Brigette~

P.S. I broke my phone (and I don't even know how)!!!!!! =[[[[

In The Library

Hello to all the advocate readers.

Haven't been able to concentrate on things of late. I'm in my college university's library right now trying to type about some things that made it to the news the day I came out of my mom's tummy. I think I'm more counting down the minutes till I'm leaving to visit a dear friend, Kayci. I wish I had more time to write. Not for somebody to read and judge, but for myself. OHHH! And Wednesday. I move into my apartment. Yay! It's not that I hate living with my parents, it's just that I really really REALLY don't think I can handle living there much longer. Eighteen years was enough. They judge anything and everything that I bring around as well. I have a wide variety of friends, and anyone that looks different than myself....well...that's just not accepted. Anyway, when I get the apartment on Wednesday..I get to paint my own room!!! My mom says I don't know how to go without, but I have given up sooo much of my wants and needs just to keep her happy. The few things I have given myself, just to define me, she doesn't accept and scorns me. That's why I'm going to have my own place so she doesn't have to look at little ole me.

Oh Man. This library is soo empty!

Soooo..There's this poem/song (however you want to view it) that I am in the process of writing. I'd like to think it's pretty amazing, but that's because I love to write, and love most anything I have written.

Here It Is:

She's drowning in the ocean,
the waves making continuous crashes
above her head, sucking her under.
Thunder roll and lightening flashes,
the storm picking up speed.

She fell off the cliff, into the sea.
Oh, the despair that taints her soul.
She has yet to learn to swim.
She's drowning in the ocean,
she's drowning in her sins.

Haven't quite figured out how the rest of it is going to go yet. I've had ideas, but it doesn't flow as well as I would like it too.

WELL!

Time to go to Kayci's place. Thanks for taking the time to read my thoughts and work.

Peace Out Yo!
~Brigette~

To My Daddy

Happy Fathers Day!! <3
I Love You!

Fathers Day

Daddy, someday I may find my Prince Charming, but you will always be my King!


"Small boy's definition of Father's Day: It's just like Mother's Day only you don't spend so much." -- Unknown

"You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's. He's more particular." -- Robert Frost

"Any man can be a Father but it takes someone special to be a dad." -- Anne Geddes

"Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope." --Bill Cosby

"A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again." --Enid Bagnold




Happy Father's Day to all those Dad's out there. We love you! =]

Puppy's Display

Bandit, the family dog, is such a cutie. I found out, quite recently, how much disdain he has for the thunder and lightening storms. He'll sit at the window seat, watch the for a minute or two, and then start barking like crazy, jumping on and off the window seat constantly. Even though the storm is raging on, I think he's a little puckered out from the whole ordeal. Now he's laying down on the window seat, lifting his head occasionally when I make sudden movements. Oh geez, this pup is a handful sometimes, but he's an amazing little thing. I'm going to miss him next month, when I move into my apartment for good. Hopefully, within that short period of time, I don't step in a pile of dog crap; the stuff I've come to be stepping in lately. Anyhow, it's raining, so I think I'm going to make tonight a movie night. Yay! =]

Undefined

Don’t try to understand me
You never will.
I’m not meant to be cracked
I’m not a shell.
There is no hatching for me
Can you decode my secret?
The Fibonacci code.
That doesn’t come close to me.
It’s the idiocy complex.
I’ve got a secret,
I don’t want known.
It could make and break.
It edged deep in my soul.
I carry a weight.
But can it be measured?
I’m dancing in a masquerade;
Pirouette, Twirl, and Bow.
Hidden behind this evasive mask.
Not meant to be seen.
Try to unmask this disguise I wear.
Maybe time will reveal.

Jobs and Poetry

Jobs. I hate the search. I have spent countless hours for the past weeks filling out applications and visiting these jobs to try and acquire ONE! not two or three or four, but ONE!! It's not like I blame the businesses. The economy is pretty much shot. BANG!

Also. I've been writing a lot recently. At weird times too! Like...sometimes at four in the morning...or when I'm cleaning. Just...randomly. So I have this writer's flow..but I lose it after a few minutes, which really sucks.


Here are a few I've started:

"My hands are stained an erubescent red. No amount of cleansing will rinse the sorrow away. How many times must I hail Mary to receive repentance? I cry for help, but these calls go unanswered."


AND


"Can you help me move these knives from the back of me.
There's bound to be scars with wounds this deep."


I have another poem..but It's almost finished! It should be up sooon. I mostly write dark and gloomy. Don't get me wrong, I love to write it that way, but I'm not that dark and gloomy of a person. I just have stronger emotions in that type of writing. And I mostly write when I'm feeling 'blah'.
I'll write a happy one in short time. I just need the inspiration. Maybe my older sister will get pregnant sometime soon and I can become an Aunt!!...or maybe it'll be something a little less blissful than that. But there's always hope! hahaha!




I know when most people read these type of blogs..they don't give any input on how the blog makes them feel...or what the blogger has written about. But, please, feel free to input. I enjoy a persons critical eye on the poems I write. They are part of my life. I think I'd be an english major if it weren't for all those essays I'd have to do! Instead..I'll stick to my Marine Science and Theater Majors. =]

P.S. I love you all! Thanks for reading!



(New Earrings!!!!!!!!)
~Brigette~

True Beauty

Aristotle called beauty "the gift of God;",

Socrates called it "a short-lived tyranny;"

Theophrastus, "a silent deceit;"

Theocritus, "an ivory mischief;"

Carneades, "a sovereignty which stood in need of no guards."

The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul."
~ George Sand~

Oh me, Oh my!

So, yet another acquaintance to add to the list of deaths.
My brother made an outlandish remark by saying that karma came back to bite this person in the butt. The woman who is now recently deceased ran over my sister in the past...even if it was only the leg. This lady, yesterday, was ran over by a 19-year old driver. She died, of course; apparently due to karma.
I'm tired of death and dying around me...but as I get older, the rate of deaths for me are going to speed up. It is, yet again, life. We live to reproduce and die. That is life's meaning.

The Beginning

And thus it begins;

Life.

Unascertained and Desolate.

Indicted by One's Choice and Action.

Countdown.

5.4.3.2.1.(g)0.

Expensive Greenery

Money. Money. Money.

Can't live with it.
Can't live with out it.

We are all fucked.