Run Away

I can definitely relate to this song.. especially now...

My Fault, My Bad, My Lost

    I was a bit upset when I wrote this so it's kind of a vent..


   You're an enigma...
   
  I can't change you
 And so I hate you.
 I"m so angry,
 How could I ever date you?
It's like Shakespeare said,
"To thine own self be true."

Well here I am,
and now you've got me singing the blues...
I can't do this-No I Won't do this anymore
No more angry Brittney
No more sad Brittney
As the Raven said,
never more... never more...

No more wasted fears or held-back tears
No.. no.. no..
The only thing I regret,
Is all the warning signs I ignored.
Its like Ms. Angelou once said,
"When people show you who they are, Believe Them!"
That's it...
I'm done... and then some..

Summer

Remember when we met in the summer?

I do.

It was so hot that day and so were you.

Me being the type of girl I am, looked your way but there was no way that I would convey what I was thinking.


But you did. And it worked.

You asked for my number and I obliged.

And everything was cool.


Remember the first time we talked on the phone?

I do.

I was nervous to talk to you.

Boy was I shy.

But you put a smile on my face.

And for once I felt at ease.

Like I was free of whatever had been plaguing me.


Remember the first time we kissed?

I do.

Your lips were so soft and gentle.

And they made me feel warm and mellow.

But it didn't last and I accept that now.

I guess I'll call you a summer fling.

Don't worry, all my memories of you are good ones.


And I'll be thinking of you always.

And I'll always remember that summer.

No Explanation Needed

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)

*Image taken from Google.com*

..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.