test poem
getting up early …that’s the first task
to have some fun …that’s all I ask
My First Time
My palms are sweaty
My heart patters too quick
Perhaps, just maybe, I’m going to be sick
You ask who I am
Like it’s the first day of school
I stand here in front of you
Please please think I’m cool
Your eyes pierce me
Waiting to hear
Hi my name is Bree
I…I guess you want to know about me
I do hair
And makeup
And nails too
I do it for the love
I do it for the art
I do it for the money
I do it to make the world a happier place
I am a slasher
A hairstylist
Slash
An Actress
Slash
A songstress
Slash
A writer
Slash
A mermaid
Slash
A spiritual being
Slash Slash Slash
All these things
And many more
They all make me Bree
May I sit down now?
Morning Thoughts
Another night has passed
Yet another set of dreams
Travelling through the line
Between the oblivion
And remembrance.
It’s difficult to see
Through the mist of reality
But not to follow
If we only listen
To the silent voice within.
Velicia Day
Who am I?
I am still trying to figure that out. I don’t know what my purpose in life is, I don’t understand the meaning of life, and I am still learning about myself. How can I tell you who I am…if I don’t know the answer to the question myself?
The Spirit Summons
The gong summons
at twilight
It pounds the heart
of village Masters
It is a call to the palace
The crown walks
It walks to spits from spirit
That,
Ears
Shall tingle to vigilance
The tiger roars in vain
The ant
Captures the earth
with fear
Children
Thirst insane.
Footprints
He sits on balloon hill
The eyes
on evil footprints
It is a taboo
An ancestral symphony
Few hours left 
Excited 
.. Oh sleep! Though I love you alot but please don’t come tonight 
… i wanna spend my time with my second love 
poetry 
#poetryloverfromindia
What have I done?
Fellow Poetry Marathoners,
Coffee is purchased, computer is supposedly free of malware (my nemesis on any deadline, crashing the drive at the most inopportune times), and I am ready to write poetry.
I think I can make it through a 24 hour poetry marathon. Maybe. I’m already procrastinating and it hasn’t even started yet. I’ve included the graph from The Office illustrating what a typical day was in the life of Michael Scott. It looks very similar to one I might draw.
Hoping to hit the red zone tomorrow…
Good luck to all!
Excited for the Marathon
Hi! My name is Brittany, and I am very excited to be a part of this marathon.
My plan is to spend the 15 minutes composing the poem. Then posting on the site. As far as the night time goes. I am setting an alarm every hour on the hour. Gonna compose my poetry, and go back to sleep. It will be a long night but well worth it.
Grasping anew
Moving day to day
Understanding a humble humanity
Poetry of life engaging
Such instance always foregoing
Pooling over the players of life experience
Writing bridges always one another
Interplaying realizations Communing
A life few understand the process and purpose of it.