Unfamiliar Places

Voices are heard
devices that bring us together
have never made us more apart
A slight of hand leaves a man destitute
A lipsticked mouth robs a woman
and we continue on,
colliding head first into out vices
Unfamiliar people set traps
guarded by their electronic screens
wielding weapons of devastation,
a product of-
our own consent
Voices are read
in tiny text boxes
leaving all meaning lost
in the chaotic underbelly
where greedy eyes grow fat
off of pictures
that depict man in treachery
and the eyes gloat
in their findings
of films that eat your soul-
only a click away
from damaging us all
Voices are silenced
as unfamiliar people invade our lives
left open in search boxes
we are left
unable to stop them
unaware of their corroding desires
as we sit behind an electronic screen
toying with weapons of devastation
a product of
our own design.
~brittany
9/21/10

D (a love story) aisies

daisies sit here on my desk
reminding me of spring
outside the winter's so cold
i wish the birds could still sing

daisies rest in my hair, like a crown
and he makes sure they are just right
spring has come and with it he has come
and he enraptures my sight

daisies on the fabric of his sheets
as we tumble on them
summer's so full of hope
and i love him

daisies stitched on his hospital gown
always with a smile,
he says everything's gonna be okay
that he'll be better in a little while

daisies on his mother's purse
fall has come with sirens loud
screaming-fighting-crying
to death, my love, has bowed

daisies long sprinkled on a grave
he has gone way too soon
from my desk, i stare out at the frozen land
slamming the vase, cursing the immortal winter moon.
~brittany
4/24/10

Wind

in gusts
and frozen gasps
i am assailed.
by drifts
of currents and
of time
i find myself
in motion
Turned by winds
that I've grown to hate

My limbs
turn to liquid
and I am torn
between being stationary
or something wicked
Flowing in time
keeping with
things that drag me along
I am an unwilling participant
in wind's embrace

I called upon deities
to keep me still
I nailed my feet to the earth
to keep myself from wandering
but unheard
and uprooted
I am tossed
int this fury again
Losing my breath again
Losing my footing
hating this unseen pressure
this dictator of wills
that I,
try hard to fight against
yet fail again

But no,
mirrors encase me
as I curse the wind
they spin in circles
'round me
whirling violently
I throw myself against them
and in the reflective chaos
I realize I have no
reflection

just gusts
and frozen gasps
drifts of currents and of time
turned by winds-
I am wind-
turned my mechanisims
of my own design.
~brittany
4-18-10