Brandy Danielle Nicholson

I just want to remember  Not to forget I just want to tick Just like a fucking bomb Just Just Just Tick all the dicks! I'm cut out I'm not cut out I'm cut up It's a cut up This is a cut up of mind time I want to cut my mind... Open  And dump  Shake up all knowledge Fumble through Pull out repressed memories Remember them again So I can pull away from this treacherous spiral of thoughts I've trapped myself in But like Catholics pull out their dicks It never works Maybe if I could shake my brain I might have something more to say Maybe if I could remember More than I've forgotten Maybe I might feel free Free to be the forgotten me It's hard to be the person you forget about It's hard to remember I'm an oppressor of my emotions Because of the secret Try to think only good But nobody can relate with that If they could The world would be a better place So maybe I'll just begin to speak of  The things I hate Speak of the reasons I...

I've been sending in poems to Yahoo Voices, and today I had my second poem published! I am also getting paid for views. So, for every ten views I get a penny! Yay! Anyway, here are the links. Click on them as much as you'd like. The more views the more pennies :) Control Is Lost, Control Is Gained http://voices.yahoo.com/control-lost-control-gained-poem-11266050.html?cat=42 Smelling Memories http://voices.yahoo.com/smelling-memories-11213894.html?cat=42 Also, stay tuned! I'll be sending in many more! Thanks for taking the time to help me and view my poems. Every view I receive on this blog lights up my day! Seriously, it means the world that you even take the time to read them. And remember, not only are comments welcome, but they are encouraged! I love feedback, good or bad, criticism or praise. Keep reading and I'll keep writing...Well, I'll keep writing anyway :) With all the love within me, Brandy

Giving in to my mind, I trust the nothing I know. This decision has taken quite some time. I've taken a path, I've chosen a road. I learn everyday and seeds are sewn; While I'm stripping off my rind. Giving in to my mind, I trust the nothing I know. I'm hot as fire in a day cold as snow, But through it all, I feel fine. I've taken a path, I've chosen a road. Loose grips and sinking ships begin to show. A wanderlust through the loss of time. Giving in to my mind, I trust the nothing I know. Vulnerability takes me to a new low. Despite the depth, my light begins to shine. I've taken a path, I've chosen a road. Perhaps my shine will grow and grow. Until then I walk the line. Giving in to my mind, I trust the nothing I know. I've taken a path, I've chosen a road.

Let's paint the sky so picture perfect That we know it can't be real Stare deep into our creation Consciously oblivious of what we feel This is our magnum opus of love You pinch me, I pinch you Discovering that this is no dream We are able to be what we want to. I've been dreaming of you for so long Surreality seems to have taken hold of me But I see you, feel you, hear you... Am I really seeing what I see? I feel the soft touch of a whisper Chills consume my mind and body The air is trapped inside my lungs Until you hold me softly. You say to me, this is what we have created This is our beautiful masterpiece, take your breath Because without you I crumble, this means nothing I'm happy you have me as your permanent guest. The words bring comfort, the words bring peace For you, I could do anything When two souls combine, and create a world so serene The only choice I have is you with me. This is better than a dream, I say with shivers ...

I don't care about jobs I don't care about money It's all a rotten ploy Coated in honey I care about creativity I care about love But my cares diminish While I'mon thedrugs I think more of the not's And less of the do's My brain is clouded And my thoughts are stewed But when my thoughts are at rest My mind's at it's best Organized with structure And back in the test The test of life Has unintentional preparation The answers are found In time with patience So, I'm running on faith Going with my gut Faith in myself That life's answers are just I'm being fed More than I need It's worked so far Without guarantees You could say I'm delusional For my faith and trust Take your pick for my label Judge if you must But this is me This is who I am And I know what I see In my mind and man's My intuition is true Coincidence's are plenty M...

Fuck The Whores Who Fuck Me Too They Fuck Us All And What Do We Do? Sit and complain?.. All This Does Is Bring Shame To our brain. And  To the others that hear You end up Fucking  them   too... And all you care for Is You You You Our brains are Mushy enough But You mush it to gush Speaking of nothing but How your life Is so Rough Rough Rough Yea... They're Fucking Whores I do agree We all Fucking Know We can all Fucking See But, What Scares me Is You see No beauty You speak No beauty You feel No beauty But My dear There is irony here Because In you I see Beauty Beauty Beauty I have faith that you'll grow And those Fucking Whores won't matter In time you will know How to accept flatter And then you can do What I did for you Without complaints No shame on your brain  If And only if you Grow Grow  Grow Because Then you will know Fucking Whores Don't Deserve Time In A  ...

Let me write of an existence that's pure. My hands are sweaty, soaked with words. My mind is jumbled, searching for verbs. My life is wading, anticipating tidal surge. Let me write through interruptions, and I'll glow. This is what I have to give, all that I know. Stream of consciousness, perpetual flow, Extracted from dreams in my head afloat. Let me write, hear me roar. A cunt, a siren, a bittersweet whore, Life is this, to those who abhor. For what you think is what you live for. Let me write to all of you. Oh, you have dreams? I have them too. Please tell me what you're willing to do, Because I'll do anything to make them true. Let me write to Allen and Jack. You have written of people the ones who are mad, You have written and howled from the road in the past. I assure that through me, the beat spirit will last. Let me write, and I'll do it well. I'll capture your brain, put you under a spell, After you're done, you'll ple...

I'd rather be alone, Than hear the drone,    of a relationship    coming to an end      in slow motion. This is how they all      end. And then, You're alone again. I've grown    accustomed. To being alone. To be lonely...       Is natural. So,    When the end        Begins, Here I'll stand Only my two hands    Burning One.

It was starting to show. My lips were blue from holding the breath of my emotions. Soon,    I would be a murderer. I was on the brink of a... Spontaneous Combustion. My time was running out. My breath was already gone. I began to feel cold    And lifeless... One by one, Every transmitter in my brain Was short circuiting. I could feel the excruciating pain. Every flash of emotion    Was the last flash. The emotions were clusters of needles    Piercing my flesh. In some sick way,      It felt good. Who knew dying could be so exhilarating? Who knew suicide    Could be      A carnival ride? How could murder be so simple? How could life be so hard? Just like that...      I was dead inside. No longer would I have to hide.      Emotions: There were none An empty shell Nothing to fear No tears to cry Nothing to hate Nothing to lov...