Heart We Will Forget Him

                                                             

I love Emily Dickinson. She had a way with words and I believe that she was way ahead of her time. This is one of my favorite poems by her. I love the flow of this poem and how I am still able to relate to it to this day. Enjoy.

     Heart, we will forget him,
     You and I tonight!
    You must forget the warmth he gave,
   I will forget the light.


  When you have done pray tell me,
  then I, my thoughts will dim.
 Haste! 'lest while you're lagging
 I may remember him!


Emily Dickinson (December 1830- May 1886)

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..Say Something..

I have a confession: I'm awkward.. And I think its starting to show. One thing I've always dreaded is meeting new people =___=.. Its not like I can't carry on a decent conversation, but sometimes I just can't get those words out.

Either I choke or experience word vomit. You know?, Where your mouth starts running a mile a minute and your brain can't catch up. Its the worse!

So I thought to myself. Whats the deal? I mean, they're just people. And I've never met anyone who really scared me. 

Maybe I'm just afraid to be vulnerable. Truthfully, I hate that word. Because, to me, it implies weakness. Yeah sure, I've heard it all before. 

"You can't expect people to get to know you if they don't know who you are Brittney."
"You can't expect people to be open with you about themselves but you're not willing to reciprocate."

-Yeah.. maybe so, but sometimes I like being alone. When I'm alone, at least I'm in control. At least I'm not vulnerable.

Its really funny to me how SO many people judge/criticize others on a daily basis and yet most of the people doing the judging/critiquing aren't getting PAID for it. What a mind-boggling concept..

But anyway, that's not what this post is about. (Honestly, I went off topic a while ago..). 

I wanted to address something that's been bothering me... My vulnerability or lack thereof...

I don't know. I think I'd rather be awkward than vulnerable. At least being awkward has gained me some like-minded friends. I don't know too many people who made friends by being "vulnerable".

I guess I'll just work on my issues. I remember when I was younger, I used to want a therapist but doing all this rambling seems to be helping.

I guess....

Ode To The Quirky Girl

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                                                                Me: Brittney J

I don't think the quirky girl gets the respect or the recognition that she deserves, so I decided to write a poem about her.

Ode to the quirky girl.
The girl who marches to the beat of her own drum.
The girl who makes her own rules.
And isn't afraid to stand out.
As a kid,
they called you weird.
But labels like that didn't make you fear.

You like being different.
It makes you unique.
You've always been able to stand on your own two feet,
and defend your honor.
Because people fear what they don't understand,
but if only they would give you a chance...

Ode to the quirky girl.
As a young woman you became,
a fighter,
a writer, 
a comic, 
a poet,
a revolutionary.
A voice for those who needed you.
This is your purpose.
This is your calling.


Quirky girls unite!
Let your "freak flag" wave!
Originality and creativity
at its finest.
Qualities you possess,
that no one can take from you.
Ode to the quirky girl.
Because you're so damn cool.

Maybe its because today was pretty awesome, or maybe its just because I love this song. Enjoy. Oh how I miss The Smashing Pumpkins.

Ode To Joy

I wrote this poem a while ago, can't remember exactly when. From the looks of things, it seems like I was going through a tough time, but thankfully theres a happy ending :)


I've been a debbie downer lately and I apologize. Stress tends to do that to me. She's a mean and spiteful bitch.
But anyways, this is an ode to joy. I think its important from time to time, to remember and acknowledge all the good things around you.
Keep the things that make you happy and discard anything/anyone that doesn't.

This is an ode to joy. Shout out to all the good times, the happy times and the funny times.
No bad times here. None I care to mention.

I'd like to say that I'm grateful for my life, the lives of my friends, and family. And anyone else who inspired me or helped me in some way.

I'm glad that every instance in my life, whether good or bad, has taught me something valuable.

Shout out to all the good days and even the bad ones too. Cause the good always seem to outweigh the bad, don't they? :)

I love my life and those in it. I love my flaws.
My silliness, my craziness, and my creativity.

All these things and more made me who I am today.
Without them, theres no telling who or what I'd be.

This is an ode to joy. Taking the time to be joyful has help me put things into perspective.
So the next time I'm feeling down, I'll just read this again.

The Rose That Grew From Concrete

I love Tupac. The man was not only a hip-hop legend, but a true visionary as well. He was a thug, but he was about change. He stood for something and he wanted to see black people do better. I have been a fan of his music since I was a kid. I remember the first time I read his poems. It was awe inspiring. Below is one of my favorite Tupac poems. Enjoy.

Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.


Written By Tupac Shakur: (1971-1996)

Realize

I've been doing a lot of thinking. About life and what direction I'm taking. I've come a long way and I'm proud of myself for letting go of some of those bad habits that haunted me in the past. I wrote this poem when I was doing some reflecting and soul searching about a year ago. 

When you're young

All you wanna do is have fun.

No worrying about tomorrow.

Because, when you're livin on borrowed time,

You don't realize right away

Just how wrong you might be.

You say, life is short.

You gotta live for the moment.

The here and now.

Today, not tomorrow.

See, I'm not trying to criticize

I just want to analyze

and let you see things,

from my point of view.

Because nobody wants to wake up

and realize that life has passed them by.

Nobody wants to wake up

asking them selves why?

So think about life. 

Because it is what you make it.

And you don't want to shorten your life span,

By living life too fast.

Because the fast lane,

is for those runnin on max,

And we can't all, live life like that.

.... this is how I feel right now...

I guess this is a bit of a rebuttal

    When I first heard about this video, I thought Nineteen Percent was one of many haters who had something nasty to say about the Run The World (Girls) video, but after watching it, I had to change my tune. Nineteen Percent is right. She bought legit facts to the table and shed light on many things that we need to talk about in society such as: the blatantly obvious yet seldom talked about discussion of the disparities between men and women. Kudos to her. I do still like the song because in my opinion, I think Beyonce was just trying to make a positive song for females. The song would be better, if the lyrics were true. Food for thought..