Brandy Danielle Nicholson

I can't seem to sleep. I can't remember my dreams. My thoughts have taken their toll, On my battle with control. Life is darker than before. Memories are faded on the bathroom floor. Junkie fever like Spring and Sex. Hectic fervor for what comes next. My body heavy and mind racing. Spotting trains from the station. Juniper trees and Jupiter's rings, Are no longer foreign scenes. Risen from rubble by a cloudy high. Governed by drugs consuming my life. Followed by footsteps I once erased, Staring a malleable future in the face. I begin to blame my life astray, On the synapses in my brain. It can be nobody's fault but mine. In taking responsibility, I feel fine. Chemically induced mind enhancement, I'm surrounded by a numbing enchantment. Everything's glowing while people glare, My beady eyes cause malicious stares. I begin to lose my ability to care. No regrets, hope, or false regards to spare. Sli...

Mindless Chatter Blibber And  Blabber My Brain Is Feigning For Some Meaning Across The Way Mouths Are Moving And What They Say To Them Is Soothing But For Me This Place I'm In I Need Something Deeper Something Inspiring What Use Is This Chatter Blibber And Blabber What Good Does It Do Of Speaking No Use Talk Is Cheap But Thoughts Are True Does This Mean Anything To You? It Seems As Though You Just Don't Know What You're Saying With You're Complaining Blibber And Blabber To Fill In The Space? Or Watch Time Be Erased? What A Waste Of Precious Sound What If No One Was Around? Would You Chatter Then And Blabber Again Open Your Mouth While Useless Words Come Out Enough With The Chatter Blibber And Blabber Speak Words Of Importance Things That Matter Give Me Your Thoughts Give Me Your Dreams Give Me Your Life Interpreted Through Speech If You Have Nothing To Say Then Open Your Brain Learn What You Can From Your ...

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...

I'm trying stuff out. Cars, jobs, drugs of choice, People and feelings of a different voice. Where do I fit in? I'm trying stuff out. Writing, reading, and art, Studying universality and the stars. What do I really want? I'm trying stuff out. Boys and girls, Lovers and friends. How do I belong? I'm trying stuff out. Sleeping all day, eating and not, Waking up early, getting lost in my thoughts. How shall I arise? ---------- I'm learning how to fly. Spreading my wings, knowing my vulnerability, Gaining courage to jump, while learning of humility. Soon, I will soar. I'm learning how to fly. Experimenting with freedom, one step at a time, Figuring out the truth, comparing days gone by. I'll never know it all. I'm learning how to fly. Figuring out myself, learning how to react, Securing my insecurities, gaining character with tact. Learning who I am. I'm learning how to fly. Meeting an occupation generation, ...

Everybody's clothed Everybody's naked Everyone's a paradox It's obvious and blatant All of these analogies Of you Of me Of everyone That is to be They're all metaphors Of what I really think Of me I'm coming to terms With what this is With what I am Who is this This is you Everything I see This and that Of all that's bee-n It's all my consciousness Of reality Can I bring this out To the front of my mind And translate my thoughts In to real time More than anything I'm struggling For this and that Revealing me My head is hurting My soul is yearning To emerge from the depths Where I've buried myself It's cold underneath Where I've placed myself to be My soul is braced Awaiting a further path through eternity A slow path to release My thoughts that form me For sure we call this life A path to learning me Ahh but life is not about A mountain or birds or bees But very much more than these Life is u...