Brandy Danielle Nicholson

The truth cannot find the life that bares to hide the soul inside. The fires cannot contain the refrain eaten by a hungry soul. The boy who was. Who is. Who will never be, and aways be the freedom you cannot contain rests inside your womb. You have no idea who you are.  You have no concept of the freedom that arises through the risen. The stars cannot collide because of the connection you feel inside.  Gravity grips at it's thighs, and growls at your presence. It bites at your heels because it cannot bite at your feels. Gravity begs you to let it bow and bend time like it's always been, but you?  You are not the story life has written.  You? My sweet, beautiful, soul-drenched, cosmic cum slut of fire, flame, and disarray? You, the bend of the brake, the still in the quake? You, my burning, trembling, thriving, binding, starry caught freedom flickering in the still of night - the pace in spacetime? You  are what rips the universe into shreds.  Breaded, beade...

I’m marking the days off day by day waiting for those two that give me the time I need to be me only to sink into the oblivion of a distant sea. Drowning.  They’re acclimating me. I’m becoming a cog in their wheel. They’re training me to be an arm of their law lost in the machine. Grinding away my bones and blood for my body and mind to fit in. To succumb. To their will. Their desires. Everything is a question. Nothing is an action. There is no free will. There is only their will. And me? I’m someone else. I’m still her. Buried beneath the sea of infinite turmoil. Laid to rest in the forgotten oblivion of time and stars and faded away to dust. I am dust. I am not her. I am not special. I’m them. I’m they. I’m what they want me to be. I’m the fire that lights when the lighter is struck and never burns down a forest. But I am the fire. They try to contain me. They try to tame me. They try to box me into a tiny little package that pleases them. And I’ve spent so much time learning to ...

"Prefer knowledge to wealth, for the one is transitory, the other perpetual." - Socrates Understanding is knowing, knowing is experiencing. I have experienced this transitory existence of money and wealth my entire life. Ups and downs, mostly downs in my case, are the lifecycle of obtaining wealth. Since my lifetime experience has led me to knowledge of the temporary impact money has on well-being, I understand. I understand that money comes just as money goes whether the time be short or long, and the amount be negative or positive, it's a temporary fix to one's wants in life. Then those wants change, old "things" dissolve through the years and one is bred, trained, and manipulated to want more things that are unnecessary for existence. These things one feels will bring happiness, so one must make money to obtain them. However, the happiness is only temporary. The beauty in the horrid never ending cycle of money for wants, is the proof that ultimately ...

When I look at you When I talk to you When I think of you When we ooooo The blood in my veins Make them protrude from my skin I can't feel my brain What is happening Control is lost Control is gained My mind is racing Such a feeling to obtain The sweat is dripping My heart persistant I slow down the race As I stare at your face But the beat then builds Faster and faster We're hot and sweating But it doesn't matter On and on This pounding is making Me lose control I'm yours for the taking Hold on tight Don't let me go I can't believe I've lost control Again and Again Over and Over What have I done I thought I was sober My soul is yours Why did I let it go You have taken Complete control I didn't mean For it to be this way So where am I now I don't think I can stay I have to take it back What you took from me It wasn't your fault I gave it willingly I'm all alone now Where did you go Why aren't my veins pulsing I'm lifeless and cold All...