Brandy Danielle Nicholson

#4 in the "Letters To The Multiverse" series - #letterstothemultiverse - "Still No Reply"

#3 in the "Letters To The Multiverse" series - #letterstothemultiverse - "Mystified"

I have never really understood will power. I understand boredom. I think it's a waste of time to think about how boring your imagination is. You're so dull, you can't entertain yourself, but I get it. I've had will power, and I like to think that once you've experienced something, it increases your knowledge of said something. But when I weigh out the benefits of telling yourself what you want, and then sticking to it, it falls short on the scale next to living in the moment. Making crazy, off the wall, out of the blue, stupid decisions is part of being human, it's part of the human experience. I can't understand why people don't want to make bad decisions. It was one of "those days." The kind of emotional girl roller coaster days you'd see in a rom com where the girl is taking turns comforting herself in greasy french fries and Tom Hanks' love stories with whatever her name is with the orgasms, except there were drugs, and it wa...

I must make sure my face is clear before I go and get more beer.

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Lock me away and shut me up Come over here and fuck me up Drain me from you, gracious subdue Sip on the filth from your youthful cup Eat at horizons of reproductive hue Garner the past and admit the truth Devour my guts and throw me up Finish me now, let death ensue

I'd want you all to know that I was only as thin as I wanted to be once in my life and I wasted my hot bod on a guy that cheated on me, but I was always striving to be more happy and forgiving than I was the day before. And when I think about what really mattered in life, it's not that my fat rolled when I sat down, or that I hated my nipple placement or that sentences shouldn't begin with and, or that despite what the English language teaches, commas should be used where and when you please, and run on sentences are a beautiful way to express stream of consciousness thought. What really mattered is that I skipped work when I didn't want to go because it made me happy. What really mattered is that I went to school and learned exactly what I wanted when I wanted not by any societal standards. What mattered is that I was as healthy as I wanted to be when I wanted to be, not to sustain life, but to enjoy it. What mattered is that I wrote my heart. No matter how stupid I th...

I woke up today ashamed afraid to say to feel terrible inside.

I am the whirlwind you never see again. I come to please and leave for release. To sustain life, I eat boundaries. I am your forgotten childhood memory. I am the high you seek. I am the dreams you dream. I lose for love. I win for keeps. I am world peace. I am your mind at ease. I am the power of the universe. I am the cure for disease. I am the light of the stars. I am eternity. I am the breath you breathe. The words you speak. And the food you eat. I am certainly absurdity. I am the epitome of liberty. Paradoxically trapped in the ever-flowing static oceans that aim to contain the sea of me.

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The shadows dance on the trees, moving with the breeze, morphing into a silent rain that tickles me. The flashes of light flash me back to the night I remembered who I was and forgave again. Hurt again. Hope is lost on the brink of a smack in the face. The clouds slam your veins. You venture ecstatic embrace with ignorance to the innocence I lost among tracks of trace. The tar pours through the corners of your mouth like the blood of a dying soul, it drips in tune to the bobble of your reel lies. No surprise. Just another tally to my book of crooks haggling escape. I surmise. .

This is not  the  world. This is  my  world. I just said that. You are a privileged presence. You are arbitrary. Perspective is subjective. My  world is objective. Stop interrupting. I have no patience for the faithless. I cry for my dreams. I work for my dreams. I smile for my dreams. I live for my dreams. I'm a professional. No explanation necessary.

I'm a dirty girl with a hidden drive to settle motives eaten alive. You're a subtle boy grounded in truth feeding the monsters of anxious youth. I've faithful dreams  of riding the night and you've unforgiven regrets with allowance of spite. You've met a match sparked with life and I've forgotten the feel to make it right. I called the corner and raised my cue to a short lived past of a future with you. And you've raised your hatch beamed your hue through a fiery flame of me with you.

A muse es used to spew retorted enemies, y tiene muy relevantes fallacies. Cantamos los forgotten memories through filtering eyes of brevity. And una dia de los chiles, could not soothe su amor con remedies. Entonces aqui estoy amongst the casualties of la carga de soportar and the heart to bleed.

This is a reading of a prose/poem titled " A Woman Of Now ." It is a homage to " Howl " and " Song of Myself ." Here is the original.

Nothing left to lose too close to the brink of a handsome bored eating through causatious pranksters patting pulverulent shipyards from sailing to freedom. Blue is the night of skies ceiling forgotten lofty sighs from the fervent breakthrough of lies. Cracked is the skill of skulls seeping through heightened barricades of wankers, and you lie at every sign and butterfly of kisses goodbye and forever forgotten faulty cascading dwarf stars. Eat my breath and stomp my chest, for twas you breaking all reasoning for iodine coated breathless perfection of purpose anyhow. Give it away.

Tis the sweetest love of air for thoughts to bear and treacherous threats of a marveling trace.  Do what does or leave what's left, sell your soul to that of your own, love yourself in another's best.

The beady eyed are eaten alive, the warrants have come. Amongst the railroads and highway signs we all look out below. The time of us. Elaborate highways creaking through the vines the realest realness shines, the highway binds commencing dust of dusk. Infinite signs amongst time cry, cry for the future cry for a sign cry to be alive cry to the crowd to the people to the billions and trillions. An infinite universe echoing through the silence of time devising lies to circumcise our perception, warranting grace for deception. Trying the time of exponential potential. Gross revenue from the walls to the streets. Noone's there anymore. We all live in our invisible universe of controlled mind reading breathless type eating effortless finger jumping plucking shortening turning squishing devouring our language. Greeeeedy times Grecian Greek of apostle the Socrates and a fiddle is playing, gracious amongst time for the god who can control and hold ...

Dreaming dreams of a dreamy dreamer dreams the dream of dreaming dreamsters.

ive thrown your favorite frisbee out to sea in hopes you can never return to me you have to fetch and i have to go ill never look back i hope you know be a good boy yield your treat enjoy it knowing you can never enjoy me close your eyes and think of the past remember your bushied eyed times they can never last remember me funny dont forget to laugh remember me hunny cause ill never look back im lookin for a heart of my own a bartered heart someone stole im searching for a wilted truth i could never find among callow youth

I need you for this. I need you for me. I need you so that I can be the one to see you. I need to see those lips. Lips that bring forth the torture of my soul whilest breeding a love I've never known. I need those fingers to gently caress my skin, grab me, and force me to begin again. I need your words to inspire me. I need to know of the universe and breathe in the life that surrounds me. I need your charisma to haunt my dreams. Find me. I need you to know and console me.  I want you when I find everything.

Reality can't be real if you claim it to be. Clarity won't be clear if you believe. The truth will not come with honesty. Transcendence is found through brevity.

She shared her revelations and felt human for the first time in her life.

The only necessity of life is death.

I sometimes forget which life is a dream and how things could be as they seem. I dream to wish I'm awake and I awake to wish I'm dreaming. How is a dream a dream, and of which dream do I speak? I dream as I'm awake and I awake to dream. Nothing in my dream is as I need it to be. The memories are lost amongst reality. Nothing is as real as I dream it to be. Everything is greater than me. I live a distorted reality.

The ruse of the muse remains silent still. The capture of the keys are forgotten in rhyme. The smallest        period                 of                    line                         divides. While the wilted stories are sparing time. And the lucious intent of mine divine. The night        reminds me                         of nature's design. The emotions rewarding your time to spare. Ready as I'll ever be is   never           ready      ...

We lie wrapped in the arms of the galaxy, swirling toward an interminable doom, approaching the event horizon of the most secret, darkest matter in existence. What is beyond and what is to come are through the gateway to a sister universe. I am coated as you are coated as we are all coated in the stars and galaxies and mysteries of the universe. We are warmed by the cold silence. We are alive but by the precious explosions of stars. We are screaming to be heard, begging to seize the hope that we are not alone. We are comforted in the false knowledge that we are it, we are special. We are amused by the unintentional paradox as we spin. Full circle.

Once upon a life deep in the fabrics of knowledge beyond means lay an empty remnant of justification. 

The fame of fortune delights in an attempt to singe the faces of likeness. The urge among the toil to grow is lost upon an increasing unawareness of saddened thoughts of unwinding time. The fibers entangled through a self titled entitlement cannot find their way through. So, a diseased way must carry the day and try to find hope in the mystery.

eat me breath me love me make me force me take me kill me will me drink me hold me forget me remember me leave me forsake me sell me buy me tell me find me lose me sue me high me tie me crucify me love me hate me feel me break me give me take me control and regulate me consume me presumably have me gage me point me wildly seize me feed me sooth me beat me console me fool me enlighten and ride me reign me rope me force me tell me drown me save me wear and tear me smith me gift me grow me fear me see me hear me smell me touch me taste me craze me hell me bell me kiss me cut me like me bite me drink me spank me capture and grow me show me light me pick me pour me create me craze me smoke me roll me ease me carve me pluck me plug me whisper me whisk me softly caress me choke me scratch me heal me hang me reveal me raise me daze me conceal me shake me deal me sigh me wine me fuel me patch me drive me rattle me dress me confess then undress me aim me shoot m...

Sweetly kissing death. Making choices outside of your authority. Expecting all to care, show mercy. Uncontrollably vomitous at ethically conceived actions. Redeem yourself with nothing left. Aspire to inspire lacking qualities. Because it's all okay when forgiven. Have you found my forgiveness? Transparency. Execrate. Respectful of the disrespect you're blind to. Falsities lie in those who surround you. Amends? Those are for the strong. Lacking expectation. Faulty understanding. Hate to disdain.

Save your soul, you manipulative fool. Eat your vomitus burdens. Inflame your torture. I am at fault. You are the cause. And I am lost.

That time when all you want is gone in time, amongst the stars, and there's no rewind. The hills climb, alive, and you, you drown from inside. The vines are drawn, increasingly growing, your kind is vicious while I'm unknowing. This feeling, fragmented. These feelings, damaged. Unbelievably spoken are gracious tokens. You're the one of treacherous focus. You've taken over, controlling. Let loose of your hold, please let go. Sick and unworthy, undeserving. And who will care of the filthy, delicate burdens to bear.

The difference of the same is here. I find myself lurking to understand reality amongst immortality. I lie beneath a coat of struggle - begging for incoherence - longing for something different. Away and under the peaceful remittance of fortuned solitude is where the difference I see lies. My replies are more than they should be, and I am drowning in ecstasy. The hidden wells seep through my mind, and the time is gone. I cannot take it back. It has carved its way into my future, and I can only see pain. I can only feel what others must feel. Dust me from age, wither me from the future, drown me in sanity - and I become an unforgiven hollow temptress.