Self-Sabotage & Regret

Self-Sabotage & Regret

On a good day I enjoy life like a hippy.

I feel blessed with nature

the earth is trippy

animals are precious and innocent.

I wish I enjoyed life like this everyday

thankful for everything around me.

But things can’t be that simple for me

can they be?

I enjoy life but I also hate it.

I sit there wishing I could be doing this

Well, what if I tried that?

No!

You wouldn’t last.

Harassed by my past

My parents always told me

Don’t waste your time on dumb shit

And just like that

My day up and went

Self-Sabotage & Regret

A day wasted, I’ve spent

Countless years replaying the past

Overthinking is the forecast

Not anymore.

NOT ANYMORE!

White Noise

White Noise

I love the sound of the wind

struggling in the window as we drive down the highway.

Its loud, yes and some people might even think its annoying

but me, no

I think it’s calming, like white noise in the background

Like rain on a tin roof

rain in general

so soothing

like white noise

the smell is so calming.

The world is a beautiful place

I’m so sorry I couldn’t see it before..

I know

I know

It’s a new month

March..

I feel like nothings changed

Although I know that’s a lie.

I know I’ve made progress

And I won’t stop

This year I know

I’ll try harder than the last.

Xoxo

-Brittany🌻❤️

Blah

Blah

Lately I’ve been feeling blank.

Nobody’s home but

you can see a light is on.

Did you hear that!?

Endless days of war,

Tole to tole with head.

Good against evil

Today wasn’t good

Tomorrow will be better…

It wasn’t.

Art of Dreams

Art of Dreams

Good Morning!

Did you dream lastnight?

When we lay our heads down to rest for the night,

Does your mind take you to a place of tranquility?

Do you have nightmares? Visions so scary you may never want to sleep again.

Do you dream about lovers? Past an present both alike for only one thing in common. You

When the sun rises and the birds awake, do you remember your dreams? Do you wirte them down? Do you share with others your experience?

Why do we forget our dreams? How do we train our mind to remember them as they pass and onto the other?

A dream is entertainment for the relaxing mind. Remembering a dream gets more rare as i get older in life, but when i do remember i charish it as if it were my very last.

Goodbye Balloon

Goodbye Balloon

Yesterday something caught me eye and I couldn’t help but to write about it.

I live right across the street from a courthouse. I see all kinds of crazy’s walking by, angry people yelling, there’re are a few bars down the block, so usually the courthouse parking lot is free parking on the weekends. I see all kinds of characters, but yesterday was different.

I never seen a single person though I happened to turn to look out my window at the perfect moment.

Someone had released a balloon. 🎈
It was rainbow colored and shaped like a heart. It didn’t have any writing that I could see on it but I did notice something small like a little box was attached to the end of the balloons string.

My first thought was that something valuable could be in the small box attached to the string that is now swinging around like crazy due to the wild winds.

What if it was someone’s late Valentines gift? Now its gone with the wind.. literally.
How sad would that be?

My next thought though, painted a very sweet picture in my mind.

What if it was a same sex couple that just got married? 💟
Fresh bright glow of excitement over their faces. Family, friends came to celebrate outside of the court house with them, releasing a single ballon to symbolize their love and sharing it with the world, finally!
Attached was a small silver box with their written and scribbled vows.

Now I don’t know what exactly happened, and like I said earlier I never seen a single person after I watched the balloon sway away. Still, I sat there watching it and pictured so many scenarios that could be attached to this ballon.

I’ve always fascinated the different kind of feelings that are connected to releasing balloons in the air.

Some do it for the passing of a loved ones.

Others do it in a form of happiness, love, and hope.

Isn’t it weird?
No matter the reason behind it,
It’s a form of release.

A physical release that leaves you feeling refreshed and wholesome.

Anyways, just some things that go on inside my head. LUL
Hope you enjoy!

Have a GREAT day!

Xoxo
Brittany🌻❤️

Neon Sign

Neon Sign

I have many favorite colors,

its hard just to choose one isn’t it?

I love the colors of the mountains

when they meet with the sunrise, and sun fall.

I love the color of the ocean in Hawaii

Crystal clear you can see the sand at the bottom.

The reflection of the sky, white clouds soaring by

Where sky blue meets ocean blue.

I love the colors of a night sky

moon acting shy,

All the stars twinkling despite…

The city lights, beautiful by design.

No!

Nature can’t be compare to a neon sign.

Daily Prompt Question

Daily Prompt Question

This poem was inspired by my Daily Prompt Question

What do you think happens after this life?

Afterlife

Nobody really knows what exactly happens after death.

Everyone has theories, stories, beliefs.

Still, no one really knows.

What happens after this life?

Do we turn into birds?

Chasing the horizon.

A bird, a new soul?

Do you think we will be able to look upon our loved ones?

Walk along our childhood streets.

Will they look the way we remember them?

I believe that after this life…

I am in my most sacred place I could ever think of,

and I watch my life as if in an interactive movie.

In paradise…

looking back at all the things I’ve done with this life.

Good, bad, everything, especially the moments forgotten.

The moments left unsaid.

The moments that loved ones cherish as well.

Nobody knows what happens after this life, but we all wish for the same thing.

Peace, and paradise.

This is a new thing I am trying to keep me focused on writing and posting everyday.
Daily Prompt Question.


Please, feel free to write your thoughts on the prompt. What comes to mind when you think about what happens after this life?

Leave a comment or email your response to: Barelyablog1@gmail.com

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Xoxo
Brittany<3

Just Write

Just Write

I have this constant hunger inside. The urge to write it always there. For reasons unknown, I ignore my gut. Could it be the doubt inside telling me my art isn’t good enough?

There are so many things to write about. Endless topics that still need to be researched and shared with the world!

Yet, there I am, constantly at war with my intrusive thoughts. They tell me, “it won’t be any good so why even waste your time?”

Like a fool, I listen.

I glance at my notebook, my laptop, I could write something breathtaking but I don’t.

Just write!

It doesn’t matter if someone doesn’t ever read it.

Just write for YOU Brittany!

Nobody in this entire world, even the ones closest to you, will EVER look at you with shame because I aspire to be a writer.

Just write Brittany.

Get it all out!

You know it’ll make you feel better. Overcome your fear!

JUST WRITE!

( A letter to myself)

Xoxo

Brittany