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Posted: October 10, 2010 by britnimishelowe in BritniL

I am a dreamer.

With broken wings I try to fly, only to find I’m not going anywhere.

Like a star in the middle of the night, people compare me to the shine.

But I’m not! I’m burnt out!

I am the rose petals that fall to the ground,

useless, dead, unwanted.

Laying on the ground, unable to stand.

Alone and scared.

I can’t breathe!

I can’t breathe!

Don’t relate me to the clouds,

I am not worthy enough for thy name.

I am the rain that seeps through the clouds.

Lost, sad, and trying to find someone to take me in.

But no one likes the rain.

Please feel my warmth,

not just the bitter chill.

All I need is someone to believe,

that I, a broken winged child, a rose petal, the rain,

deserves love too.

Watch me turn away from life,

as the thunder takes over.

Watch me fall to the ground as the rose petal I am, wilted.

Watch me back away from the cliff, knowing my wings are broken.

I can not bare the sight.

Watch as each tear drops from mine cheek, and onto the earth, bringing forth life,

while coming to mine own death.

Watch these lies become my heart…

And then watch as the clock strikes twelve and my heart beats no more.

Once Again

Posted: October 6, 2010 by britnimishelowe in BritniL

I gave you my arms,

but you were still cold.

I helped you up,

but you were still down.

I gave you my heart,

but you never held it.

I gave you glue,

but you were still broken.

I tried to show you the way,

I tried to help you,

I tried to keep you whole,

but you only shattered more.

So I cried.

I don’t know what to do anymore,

all I want is for you to love me again.

Frightened Comings

Posted: October 6, 2010 by britnimishelowe in BritniL

The end is coming.

Soon it will be here.

Forced with a choice

run and be killed,

or stand and watch your death?

Mothers will fall

trying to save there children,

not even they can save them,

from the running of the wild.

Hearts will stop

as the wind passes by,

killed by the chill

too cold for anyone to stay alive.

Only the worthy will be left standing

praying for a chance to survive.

You see,

Death is a game

to the seeker of lost souls

for the hopeless and lost

unfortunate ones who came to be.

It searches an eternity

for the wors of them all

smelling out fear

lets them know a fallen angel is near.

There comes a time

when everyone must die.

With a strong heart or tear?

Will you be a fallen angel

with wings too dusty to fly.

Broken and lost,

forgotten to the wind?

Or will you stand

your head held high,

wings expanded,

getting ready to fly?

The end is soon to come.

I hear the screaming of bats at night,

calling out all the names

in which will lose there sight.

Darkness has overcome us

but we will soon be waken

by the light.

Life is a game, Death is the end.

Or the beginning

of another life

or pain?

Dreaming of…Life?

Posted: October 6, 2010 by britnimishelowe in BritniL

Close your eyes, and go to sleep

This world is nothing

that its suppose to be.

I know your wondering, why you must go to sleep

but trust in me, its nothing you want to see.

Some children are happy

to call this home,

but there’s others who would rather roam.

But this world is nothing its suppose to be,

So Id rather close my eyes

and go to sleep.

One day I was tired

of running away

so I went to bed

so I could lay.

Closing my eyes, I entered a long sleep.

I was suddenly frightened to wake, scared the picture would fade to grey.

I was dreaming of Heaven, or how Earth should be.

Close your eyes, and go to sleep.

This world is nothing, that you want to see.

I know your wondering, why you must go to sleep.

But trust in me, the dream you will be dreaming will be what you want to see.


Posted: September 15, 2010 by britnimishelowe in BritniL

Where can I go when all doors are closed? When the world shuts me out, forgets I exist…I am a ghost. Who do I turn to when life throws me away, refusing to let me breathe, forcing me to wonder this world without oxygen, but not giving me the ability to die? What do I do when Heaven becomes a distance, and Hell a few feet way, and the calling of my name is already in flames? Who am I? Besides my name? Am I a lover or a fighter, a hater or a betrayer? The one who tried to make everything right, by doing wrong again. Why do I find myself hanging here, noose around my neck, chair beneath my feet. Wouldn’t you have made the same mistake if you were me? Tell me now, nothing but the truth, demolish the lies. A betrayer, that’s what I am known as, the unworthy one? So I betrayed, but did I not try to make things right? A dark mind you say, a horrid soul, an unknown ghoul. The devil himself? I have many questions, before I enter my home, in which pain is encountered. Are you holy? Do you breathe with clean lungs? Are you a liar, a cheater, a thief, a greedy person, do you lust? What is the difference between you and I? Is it in the commandments, Thou shalt not betray thy son? I haven’t seen it if so. I hadn’t known until it was too late, then it was mine own life I took. Living wasn’t what I wanted, especially after murdering the one I trusted and the one who trusted in me. The silver pieces in my hand as I kicked away the chair.

What would Jesus do? I think as I enter the flames of Hell.

S(he) Be(lie)ved

Posted: September 15, 2010 by britnimishelowe in BritniL

He whispers softly, lies of greed, only because the lust and feel of need.

She closes her eyes, knowing the truth, in her heart, there’s that dying plead.

He holds her close, and kisses her softly, as if nothing is wrong.

She lets him hold her, and winces in pain from the poisonous kiss, and starts to pray for a new song.

He smiles at her weakness, thinking she can’t see, the womb that hes creating for the world to see.

She turns away, knowing the pain he’s causing her is only a memory away, but she stands still.

He asks her a simple question, where do you want to be? He watches her reaction, the pain is all he can see.

She fakes a smile, turning to him, here forever, you with me.

The truth in those words, made him turn away, he knew he was soon to take off, and she wanted him to stay.

She looked into his wondering eyes, wondering where he was going to be tomorrow, her throat ached with sorrow.

He whispered the words that made her fall to pieces, at her feet, the words of a betrayer, “I love you.”

She held him close, trying to make sure he didn’t make contact with her tear-filled eyes. She had took in his dirty lies.

He pulled her away, touched her cheek, promising to stay.

She stared into his eyes, knowing it was but a day away.

He kissed her sharply, hoping she wouldn’t see, the pain in the morning would be for her to feel.

She took it in, understanding the cause of each quick flick, this was something he wanted her to miss.

Gone in the morning, she woke with no surprise, this was something she expected, along with her tear filled eyes.

She believed, He lied.

About Me

Posted: September 14, 2010 by britnimishelowe in BritniL, Uncategorized

My name is Britni Lowe,I am consumed by dreams,and one dream is  being fulfilled here…in Creative Writning,L.T. Baisden is making that available for me.This is a class where we can write our true feelings,or things that couldn’t have happened in a billion years…but in our minds have took over.I am Britni Lowe…and my story has not yet been written…