brianna vega : Writing

doctors of a psycodelic hospital.

doctors of a psycodelic hospital.

A Story by brianna vega


you dont exist to them. they sit there with a survey asking every question imaginable but they never look up. they never look to see the pain flicke..
early morning one in pyscodelic hospital.

early morning one in pyscodelic hospital.

A Story by brianna vega


she couldnt make herself get up for breakfast. she had finally drifted into a light sleep her eyes squeezed tight she begged not to be driven into..
after a first love.

after a first love.

A Poem by brianna vega


ihave this deep deep desire to want my old love to feel right in anothers arms like i once felt with you no i dont want you back but i want the ..
early morning one in the psycodelic hospital.

early morning one in the psycodelic hospital.

A Story by brianna vega


they woke her at five thirty. some how she had drifted into a pale sleep. as the wrapped the band around her arm she sat like a plain doll. they st..
night children in the psycodelic hospital

night children in the psycodelic hospital

A Poem by brianna vega


soas we all lay in these sheetsdays going days comingwere screaming for some release some wake upcall from these melting minutes.all in here for our m..
current mood : discontent

current mood : discontent

A Poem by brianna vega


im laying here in bed cold alone and discontent disapointed with very detail my eyes rest upon my mind is whirling with static my throught is dry ..
psycodelic hospital.

psycodelic hospital.

A Story by brianna vega


mmmmmmm..rehab.
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A Poem by brianna vega


i can sit here all day tapping at these keys but nothing i can say can take it all a way the memories keep flashing reminding me reminding imges i..
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A Poem by brianna vega


its amazing how much your actions affect me as i watched you breathe it all in i found it hard to catch my breath and memories of my past and your f..
the former magic is fading.

the former magic is fading.

A Poem by brianna vega


as these streets lose thier former gleam and these harsh city lights start to burn my eyes the magic is fading as this city is degrading the forme..