Brandy Danielle Nicholson

In case you've forgotten...   I am in existence.     Perceive me. My existence is a realty that there is no perfect adjective to describe. Indescribable. Unforgettable. Unmistakable. Incredible. Paradoxical. I am the presence that drives you insane. I am a force. I cloud your thoughts. I am the haze of your mind. I am clarity. I am what you've been looking for. I defy laws.  I am the breaking point. Beyond comprehension  Lies the thought of me. When your mind is clear    It's because your thinking of me. When your existence is calm    You imagine my perfection. When the world is spinning    You think of my beauty...       And time stands still.

     It is cold, the tale of tales begins this way. The darkness is rude. My skin is haunted with chills. Sleep is a concept I have come to know like that of a vampire. Sleep seduces my thoughts, awareness rapes my reality. My brain has this knack of constantly reminding me of issues I'd rather feed to a black hole. I have this tendency to paint pictures more beautifully then they truly are. I like to think that I rise above circumstances, but I've no evidence of the aforementioned hypothesis. I find my happiness in space. I find what I dream of only in my mind.      I close my eyes to perfection. Calmly I sit, while my heart is bleeding. The blood immediately begins to form bubbles as it streams through my pores in a close to zero gravity atmosphere. The bubbles then join the chaotically rotating rubble that encircle Saturn as it's infamous rings. I'm coated in the stickiest of the icky that only coated my lungs just before my eyes came to res...

When I tell of an event, pictures, flashes of them randomly come and go in my head, like an abstract paradoxical painting. They're typically uniform in structure but chaotic in order. This is my imagination? Another label, words are labels. Words are used to convey thoughts. Thoughts cannot be conveyed. Words are a sad attempt, a sad attempt to let others know how one thinks and feels, or how one wants another to think one thinks and feels. Truly one's thoughts are written in mannerisms, movements, eyes, especially the eyes and the face. If thoughts are written and revealed through flesh why should one need words? Words are foolish simplified thoughts, yet some people live for them, die for them, bleed for them, love for them. I am one of those people, and paradoxically I'm not. The spoken word I abhor, the written word I live for. I feel dead, then I write and I'm resuscitated, I'm alive, I matter, if to nobody else, myself. It's the only universe I feel comp...

Dare to be.      Dare to be free. Truth or Dare?        Both. Is that too much to ask? I think not.      Here is the answer. I Dare myself to be Truthful.          Take a fucking risk. Embrace success.      Likewise, embrace failure. In every word, In every action, In every thought, In every life,            There are lessons to be learned. Learn Them. In every word, In every action, In every thought, In every life,            There is inspiration.      Creativity.          Growth.        Love. Everything means something,      Unnecessarily defined.        Still a meaning. We all need a meaning.            For something.              In life I find meaning. ...

     My jaws were sore, dripping wet with the thought of shame and guilt that have been ingrained upon my psyche. The world has a knack for being complicated like that. The complication is in the fact that there are certain ways we must live dependent upon our generation. Just like every person sets boundaries for their life by way of choices made and likewise considered, most of these individual limits are based on those influenced by society.      When I speak of society, I speak of every person we closely surround ourselves with and allow our actions and thoughts to be influenced by. The people we see directly or indirectly, the words they speak, with or without genuine meaning, and the actions they make known properly to you or by way of other's words. Society is based upon our view of the world.      Words are adopted meanings agreed upon by experts. However, no matter how experienced these experts are, they cannot control an individ...

Many times in my life, I've identified. This is one of them. Mr Mojo Risin (Jim Morrison) “That’s what real love amounts to- letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing…You get to love your pretence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act- and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks…The love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession… The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are…You trade in your reality for a role…You trade in your sense for an act…You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask… There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first… People are...

Drowning in an ocean of liquid fruits. A sweet seduction consumes the soul. Loosening the chains in transitional progress. Subtly sticky and heavily free it resounds. Still the chains have an obvious bound. Critically thinking of a way out. As a adolescent it began, one link at a time. Through years of erosion some are broken. Some are added too, don't be fooled. It's no easy game, not simply played by a fool. Uncalculated effects are pure freedom, bound to be labeled as brilliant plans. Linkage isn't pure, but it is a pure route to discovery. Symbols are a key to the door of free reality. The chain has shortened making for an easy way out. A taste of freedom abounds. Everything makes sense as nothing, but nothing is everything. Nothing is a symbolic gold mine. For amongst nothing abides the hidden treasure. Maybe... The hidden treasure lies inside. A contained liquid. It leaks at the seams. What to fill it with is filled with dreams. These dreams are a te...