Brandy Danielle Nicholson

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.