Mystified words of such great thought.
Terror filled mind of which is distraught.
Simple murmurs of secret distractions
burning emotions with constant disasters.
Moral distinction written with sorrow, missing
treasures of promising dreams. Desire to escape
the reward of misconception. Temples of truth
make out acceptance, following in the right direction
to take us to our hopes of eternal blessings.
By: Brianna C. Burnett
01.05.11
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Visions of Happiness
Written secrets. visual hurt. shattered
dreams. Consistent lies cause dispersed
visions of happiness. Ruins of the imprinted
shadows of distant emotions. Colors shown of
lost hope, faith second guessed by the wilt
of misplaced desire love retires with stubborn
ways to no longer to receive the deceiving.
Protection cannot be expected. Falling is
subjective. Hearts will be rejected by love
that was never respected.
by: Brianna Burnett
dreams. Consistent lies cause dispersed
visions of happiness. Ruins of the imprinted
shadows of distant emotions. Colors shown of
lost hope, faith second guessed by the wilt
of misplaced desire love retires with stubborn
ways to no longer to receive the deceiving.
Protection cannot be expected. Falling is
subjective. Hearts will be rejected by love
that was never respected.
by: Brianna Burnett
Forsaken
Empty Hearts. Invalid souls
Screams of devotion can't
keep hold. Desperate cries
for understanding. Reprimanding
every broken promise struggling
for something honest . Tears fill
the spaces where trust was once held.
Devoured lies struck so heavily so bold.
To have forsaken the one we used to know.
Stories subtle to the basking of destruction
of faltering memories. With compressed souls
proceeding in search for the loyalty of which
is so moderately found in time to savor the hope
in our hearts for true love in this life.
by: Brianna Burnett 12.05.10
Screams of devotion can't
keep hold. Desperate cries
for understanding. Reprimanding
every broken promise struggling
for something honest . Tears fill
the spaces where trust was once held.
Devoured lies struck so heavily so bold.
To have forsaken the one we used to know.
Stories subtle to the basking of destruction
of faltering memories. With compressed souls
proceeding in search for the loyalty of which
is so moderately found in time to savor the hope
in our hearts for true love in this life.
by: Brianna Burnett 12.05.10
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