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Tired.

Posted: December 2, 2010 by brittanyburgess2010 in BrittanyB

I am tired of school.

I am tired of always being in trouble.

I am tired of being treated like a child.

I am tired of fighting with my parents.

I am tired of pretending to like people.

I am tired of living at home.

I am tired of doing my chores.

I am tired of doing homework everyday.

I am tired of being the “loud” one.

I am tired of people telling on me for every move I make.

I am tired of lying.

I am tired of people being fake.

I am tired of people pretending they know how I feel.

I am tired of……life.

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*snow*

Posted: December 1, 2010 by brittanyburgess2010 in BrittanyB

Snow brings to mind a lot of good memories. Memories of putting on five layers of clothes just to go outside and get them soaked. Memories of making snow angels with my best friend on the hill behind my house. Memories of sledding down the biggest hills we can find in the park. Memories of my uncle sledding straight into the creek because his sled wouldn’t stop. I used to always say that I hated the snow when i was younger, but now i enjoy it and all the good memories it brings.

Rambling Autobiography

Posted: December 1, 2010 by brittanyburgess2010 in BrittanyB

Born and raised in Logan, West Virginia, I’m a true small town girl. My name, Brittany Anne Burgess, was given to me by my father Timothy Burgess. My mother’s name is Angel Dawn Miller. I look almost exactly like her. I have 6 brothers and sisters and I would do anything for them on any day. My life began on January 7th of 1994. Everyone used to say i was a “nice little girl” but if you were to ask them now I’m sure they would tell you I’ve changed. I have ran away from home four different times. I don’t learn lessons easily. I have five best friends and one non-biological sister, which is Bethany Carter. I often find myself in bad situations with her but I love her anyway. I consider myself a lucky person. I get away with more then I should. My life? Well let’s just say it’s like my room. Messy. I am Brittany Burgess and that’s all I can be.

two-tone

Posted: October 6, 2010 by brittanyburgess2010 in BrittanyB

Usually I am yellow.

Bright and bouncy.

Different and unique,

living life and loving it.

But sometimes I am black.

Dark and mysterious.

Dull and lifeless,

barely having the will to go on.

Though both are so different,

the make me who I am.

Dark Cloud.

Posted: September 15, 2010 by brittanyburgess2010 in BrittanyB

Far in the East sky there is a dark cloud. It fills my mind with fear. Only I know why the cloud is there. Everyone else continues on as if they don’t even see it. It fills my heart with sadness to know what is about to happen. These poor people will all be shocked. If only there were a way I could tell them.

In this dream I walked. I walked toward the cloud that lingered in the Far East sky because only I could stop it. It seemed as if I walked until I could walk no more and still I could not reach the cloud.  Everyone’s fate seemed sealed, all of us doomed by this dark cloud.

I know the things I’ve lost. I know the things I’ve won. But my battle with this cloud was neither. The battle seemed never ending and at times I felt as if I’d lost all hope. But in the end, it’s not the battle that counts. It’s the war.

She fears him. She fears us all. That’s why she just lingers in the sky, waiting for when we are weak. That time is coming. We are getting weaker. The only thing on my mind is that I must stop her, this dark cloud, before we become too weak. I walked on to reach the cloud but it was as if the cloud was running from me.  Every time I got closer, she got further away.

Dry dreams are the bad ones, like the one I’m having now. I feel like I’ll never wake up. I feel like all hope is lost. There is no chance I’ll survive this, no chance at all. But I must try. I will not give up because that’s exactly what she’s waiting for. I’m writing to encourage you to have hope and strength. When you lose hope you become weak and give her what she wants.

We will have a celebration when all this ends. I will seem to be the hero. Everyone will thank me and love me for what I’ve done but I know the truth. I did not save you. You saved yourselves. I alone am not the hero. We are all the heroes.

A few strokes of ink left to tell you how to keep the cloud away and then I’ll be on my way. All you have to do is stay strong. Believe in yourself even when no one else does. Do not give her power for when you do you will end your own life.

Far in the East sky there is a dark cloud. It fills my mind with fear. Only I know why the cloud is there. Everyone else continues on as if they don’t even see it. It fills my heart with sadness to know what is about to happen. These poor people will all be shocked. If only there were a way I could tell them.

In this dream I walked. I walked toward the cloud that lingered in the Far East sky because only I could stop it. It seemed as if I walked until I could walk no more and still I could not reach the cloud.  Everyone’s fate seemed sealed, all of us doomed by this dark cloud.

I know the things I’ve lost. I know the things I’ve won. But my battle with this cloud was neither. The battle seemed never ending and at times I felt as if I’d lost all hope. But in the end, it’s not the battle that counts. It’s the war.

She fears him. She fears us all. That’s why she just lingers in the sky, waiting for when we are weak. That time is coming. We are getting weaker. The only thing on my mind is that I must stop her, this dark cloud, before we become too weak. I walked on to reach the cloud but it was as if the cloud was running from me.  Every time I got closer, she got further away.

Dry dreams are the bad ones, like the one I’m having now. I feel like I’ll never wake up. I feel like all hope is lost. There is no chance I’ll survive this, no chance at all. But I must try. I will not give up because that’s exactly what she’s waiting for. I’m writing to encourage you to have hope and strength. When you lose hope you become weak and give her what she wants.

We will have a celebration when all this ends. I will seem to be the hero. Everyone will thank me and love me for what I’ve done but I know the truth. I did not save you. You saved yourselves. I alone am not the hero. We are all the heroes.

A few strokes of ink left to tell you how to keep the cloud away and then I’ll be on my way. All you have to do is stay strong. Believe in yourself even when no one else does. Do not give her power for when you do you will end your own life.

Childhood Poem

Posted: September 14, 2010 by brittanyburgess2010 in BrittanyB

The Childhood Poem

Childhood is trying to run off the bus the first day of pre-k.

Childhood is putting your shirt on backwards and going out to play.

Childhood is being afraid of every bug you see and making dad kill it.

Childhood is getting lost in Wal-Mart and crying your eyes out.

Childhood is dressing up like a superhero and saving your stuffed animals.

Childhood is blaming everything on your little brother to stay out of trouble.

Childhood is staying up all night on Christmas Eve to see Santa.

Childhood is something I will always remember and cherish forever.

About Brittany Ann Burgess

Posted: September 13, 2010 by brittanyburgess2010 in BrittanyB

My name is Brittany Burgess. I was born January 7th, 1994. I have two sisters and four brothers. I’m a sophomore at Logan High School. I spend most of my time with my friends.