bri : Writing

Retrospection

Retrospection

A Poem by bri


Retrospection hot like stoneburns fingertips as they trace history,leaving fingerprints in the shape of sense.Place your hands over your heart,heat ra..
is this what moving on feels like?

is this what moving on feels like?

A Poem by bri


I tried to think of you but the memories slipped through my consciousness like sand through fingertips on a sunny day when the tide is high ..
9:37 PM.

9:37 PM.

A Poem by bri


I keep memories with you in a mental lockbox.I keep looking at the clock, but I still can’t find the right timeto open it up.I’m afraid I ..
I Hope You Can't Hear Me

I Hope You Can't Hear Me

A Poem by bri


I just want to sing.As loudly or as softly as I wish,no matter who may be listeningor who might hear.I want to whisper words ofsongs that make me clos..
The Inner Child

The Inner Child

A Poem by bri


Sometimes, I close my eyesand see a little girl.So innocent and pure,helpless and cluelessall at once.As I walk through this life,some days I hear her..
Decrescendo

Decrescendo

A Poem by bri


Tired voices fill the airleaving buildings, restaurants, taxi cabsGlaring at the orange-yellow streaksas they collide above-colors dancing,telling the..
Untouched

Untouched

A Poem by bri


My body screamed your name,but you couldn’t heara thing.Goosebumps when you touch my skin,every inch of my bodylearned to crave youand only you...