jump to navigation

My Final Constitution February 13, 2007

Posted by bratnicole14 in bratnicole14.
1 comment so far

Leaving is hard to do

When torn between love and two,

Two misfortunes and right, cause this feeling for you is not all right.

Love can be wrong and it can be right, this can be late so won’t you stay the night, and tell me how you feel and tell me this is right cause how can a feeling so strong be torn between what’s right and what’s wrong.

So many lies you’ve told and so many thangs that made me unwhole and time that’s spinning and taking away how can your love force me stay.

Love can be wrong and it can be right, this can be late so won’t you stay the night, and tell me how you feel and tell me this is right cause how can a feeling so strong be torn between what’s right and what’s wrong.

   How can a love so wrong be so right? My final Constitution

                                                                    By: Breanna Bloomfield

I Am February 13, 2007

Posted by bratnicole14 in bratnicole14.
add a comment

I am the one that will blow your mind

I am the one that will find a flaw in you

I am the fool that feel in love with you

I am the one that will gloat on you and then wish you were gone

I am the one that will find mistakes in myself and cut them away

I am different

I am reality

I am every little girl’s dream

I am sweeter than strawberry ice creamI am the one that will lie, trick, and deceive and then ask you why you’re leavingI am her, you, and sheI am the American dream, I am me I’ll spell it out B-R-E-A-N-N-A. I am the one living into todayAnd I am the one who will never regret what she sayI am I am I am, I am this damn way.

Where I’m From November 2, 2006

Posted by bratnicole14 in bratnicole14.
3 comments

From the skies of nothing but endless pleasure

From the light of star gazing love

Born from two star crossed lovers

Brought by more than beauty

Looked at each day for compassion

More than any other girl you’re use to bashing

But not only am I tall and strong

I’m from more than just one

Yes independent but still there

I live for joy, and my short brown hair

Finding things like writing and loving my passion

Told that i will forever be blessed

From the hills of green pastors

From the hate and love of one

Where I’m from, ummm. that’s a question i would liked answered

Where I’m from is a land of mystery

Where I’m form I don’t exists.

My Prayer November 2, 2006

Posted by bratnicole14 in bratnicole14.
add a comment

I prayed for love

I prayed for a smile

I prayed for an eternity of forgiveness

I got down on my kness and put my hands together,

and prayed to my dear sweet Lord, to please answer.

He smiled sweetly, and answered greatly

with one wish you were my man

Sent from above and gives me everything

From time to space you’re there to be with me

I pray to Him, to keep you eternally

But faith and wish are two apart

But the love you give will forever still my heart. 

Untitled November 2, 2006

Posted by bratnicole14 in bratnicole14.
add a comment

I’m a flower of great expectations

of loving expression

I dance beautifully across the golden floor

of cherries and dark enemies

I come close to love and hate, and yet I fiercely dominate

I cross roads and fight battles

I fight my conciseness and i fight my mind

I am more to you, and I am more to Him

For I bloom more lovely, I rule all of land

I dance for me, with expressions so profound

I find myself in greatness, of who I am.

My Generation November 1, 2006

Posted by bratnicole14 in bratnicole14.
2 comments

I gave in to the generation of sex, lies, and drugs

I gave my opinion on abortion, and cloning

I did more than just make a stand

I gave something for all of us to live for

I saw the light but followed the crowd

I gave in to my generation

I put down the books, and hit the streets

I decided to struggle for food to eat

I sensed the light and took the dark

I gave in to my generation

 I took a puff, and called it a night

I stood on the corner, and made him alright

And i stole more than twice,

It was like taking candy from babies,

cuz i became one

Another statistic and another dead body

All because i gave in i gave in to MY Generation

The Devil’s Hand November 1, 2006

Posted by bratnicole14 in bratnicole14.
add a comment

 She said, “Don’t speak”

I said “No”

We gave, more creations

We put, it in his hands

We opened, up the door

To the world, we once know

We gave, his creations

In the devil’s hand

We burnt the world

We impured our souls

We gave the hard-kill

We gave our death

In the devil’s hand

We created, life

In the devil’s hand

We created Heaven and Hell

We destroyed our land

We did all this,

In the devil’s hands.