morningbri
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I never wanted to be an astronaut when i was younger, call it a childhood fault if you must!
Decorating sugar cookies has always been a challenge for me, i dont have the patience for them. nope! do not.
Once when i was younger i tried to fly by jumping off a ladder with jumbo size trash bag. of course i was very disappointed to find humans cant fly.
Photography is one of the greatest things ever, and although im quite new to it still, i love it.
The piano is my favorite instrument. and i play it regularly.
Im awfully grateful for the life ive been given.
I love Jesus, i identify myself completely in him.
Pears are delicious, arizona tea are great, and art is my favorite.
So hey!
Im Briana.
and Welcome!
thanks for stopin’ by.
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morningbri is a member of >> XPro - Cross Processed - Photography, Amateur Photographers' Association, Everyday Life and Urban Art .
Journal Entries
A Beginners Tale.
Posted about 1 month ago, 5 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Under your eye-lids
Mind resembles stomach. / Aching and turning. / Your words are piercing, / And hit deeper than that of it’s meaning. / Repetition, / You repeat and repeat your clever sayings. / I just can’t and …
It's my written exam of our fatal lives.
‘Over and out,’ he says, / ‘You’ll have to learn to deal.’ / This horrible flippant oppression beats deeper down into my soul. / You can look this way, you can look that way. / It is only a …
On the Brighter Side.
Restored, or renewed. / I want to dwell in your presence, / Be amongst the mist. Amongst the wind. / It never settles or rests. I want to lie in the unforgettable, / Where this life wont be left b…
and For That Reason..
Words. / Fill fields, / that spread over vast roaring red hills far beyond our eyes can see. / Your mouth doesn’t allow a chance for air, / And you create sentences that never finish. / Endlessly yo…
Paper doll motions
Extinction of wishing, / Becomes my fateful heart’s story. / Dissipated ideas towards shaking hands, / Is the only visual you know of. / Your lips can speak of remorse, / But your paper doll movemen…
forever tired and worn.
Basket full of tears, / wraps around your heart. / It splinters inside of you. / And there’s no way to fix it. / The hurt you feel is heavy. / And with every burn and ache / You cry. / But no one he…
