December

I dreamed that i was gifted
tht there was nothing to fear
just strum this music
and as no one could hear,
i continued on

I dreamed that i was lonely
that i wasnt all the way through
just kept searching
and as i found you,
i continued on

I dreamed that i was writing
that these words were formed by my blood
and i was swept away
as i became lost in a flood,
i continued on

I dreamed that we collided
that we were found because of Him
and you saw my hands
as i tore you limb by limb,
i was stalled

i found myself waking
you caught me here
i was so afraid
and you covered your ears
God brought us to our knees,
bent in prayer

I dreamed that i was stading
in the midst of the snow
with all of my bones broken
no longer a mask to show,
and you woke me

In the december weather
you asked for my heart, to mend my bones
i gave into God
as i found you all alone,
i couldnt walk away

I saw you beside me
dark eyes in thought
we sat in the snow bank
our whispered words, the snow caught
and together, guided by God
we drifted into being
more and more like Him.

~brittany

The Fish

((its kinda silly, the fish, is entirely random enjoy:) ...))

The Fish
can swim freely
into the unending sea
of circular rites
of mystic miracles

The fish can run
can soar out of the murky blue
onto the depths of the land
and in the sand
gasp for breath

Oh What Love

Tumbling,
I, too, can throw my self
out of all reality
and gasps for breaths
that i've forefit in the race
I've gone too far ahead
that to turn back is pain

And yet, i know i must
my ears hurt too,
my veins show too
my tumor expands as i try to turn back
back to real life
back to the air

will you come with me
will you help me fight this hooked line
or will i end, belly up
in a silent sea of land?

~brittany

The Believer and The Wicked

The Believer and The Wicked--prologue.

Her body was so elegantly laid in the mud when i had come across her.
In the twilight, her skin glowed in the ethereal brilliance. I marveled at her. Her face was pointed away from me and her body was contorted in a manner reminding me of a broken porcelain figurine.

So graceful, so fragile, so arrogant.

Almost determined to have her body twisted in such a manner, as if to tempt the demons of the world to taste, to touch, and to ultimately fail. She seemed just too out of reach for the whispers of supernatural forces to overtake.

Yet someone had. Overtaken her that is.

Her body was defectionless, graffitied only by the red. Red welts, red gashes, red blood spattered all around her, and even red stains on her parted lips. But even this red seemed to add to her beauty. Her glazed eyes stared out into the dark forest as if peering into another world.

Like a fallen monument to saving grace, like a disfigured testament to glory, she laid there. Her life so violently stolen from her.

She had a small daisy tattooed on her ankle. Like the whisper of some lost memory of her youth. A mark that would never leave her. Just like this memory that would mark my mind forever.

And I saw her, long before the men came and put yellow tape all around the sacred area. I saw her and I dream about her and I can still picture her now, clear as that night I had unknowingly come upon her. And I still marvel at her beauty, her radiance, her glorious form whose life was so artfully and prematurely and brutally taken from her.

~brittany