this is when you
step up 
step in 
grab my face 
and kiss me

Love's Not

Love's Not by Manchild of Mars Ill

Love. What is it? A solid or a liquid?
The question resonates from inner space to outer limits
Outer space to inner city dwellers timid, not committed
Love just isn't built on child support and weekend visits
You kill it like strychnine when you treat it like a cancer
You don't feel it so you spend time seek pleasure, not the answer
In clubs peeping dancers in a jacked-up type of manner
Stuffing g-strings with dollars that should buy your baby's Pampers
Love's not waking up with different women every morning
Love's not beating her down at nine months, with child forming
Love's not leaving your wife and your seed with no warning
Love's not, and when it's raining its pouring
Scoring no points you smoke joints, and toke your life away
You might have another year or two but you really die today
Display respect for yourself, or you can’t love nobody else
The hand you're dealt requires action, not just something you felt

I know what love is and it just don't stop
but I can explain it better when I say what love's not.
Yeah I know what love is, and it just don't stop
But I explain it better when I can say what love's not.

A house divided against itself is prone to utter desolation
So for this generation on the brink of extermination
I pour out a libation, a lyrical libation
In observation of the annihilation of the moral foundation
The desperation of the situation was clearly foretold
That in these last days the love of many would grow stone cold
And if hell is without love
Then all hell has broke loose in this culture
Feel the negativity circling overhead like a vulture?
The inverted priority of the majority, squander the sacred
To give what's profane seniority
And incredibly we fail to see collectively
The reasons why things fall apart like leprosy
Passion is the fashion taboos are taboo
Do you see through this voodoo
Cause it stinks like doodoo
Yo it's sad but too true how many don't have a clue
To the fact we'll be judged for all we think say and do
From east to west coast and all areas in between
Real love is like a ghost -- talked about but rarely seen
Except on TV screens where they flash these caricatures
That on the down low are meant to influence our characters
But love is not love if it's manufactured for the moment
That makes it more than the physical between a man and a woman
Wisdom is justified by her children in the end
And real love is being willing to lay down your life for a friend


Love's not caught in mug shots or seen in drug spots
Love's not sex or who you do next Love's not
Road rage, porno pages in the eyes of a racist
Loves not whoring and love's not abortion
Of course then love doesn’t bomb clinics to make it finish
Love's not hate and love's not a cynic
Love's not seen on Jerry Springer or expressed by middle finger
And love is rarely captured in the words of any singer
Love's not domestic violence saying shut up or be silent
And love's not represented in the way of the police sirens
Abandoned children in abandon buildings
Random killings, love's not slow to help you, love is ready and willing
Love is patient and kind, love is sight for the blind
Love was borne before the morning, love's transforming your mind
Love is body and blood, bread and wine, remember the time
Love is God divine, crucified for mankind

Magazinetastic

He smiled

She said, “Your personality looked better in the magazine”

Confused, he stuttered, then fell silent

She said, “I thought ‘we could be good together’

Then you opened your mouth

And dead words fell out

I think the hairsprays doing some damage”

Short Conversations

And then she told him
I cannot simple exist for you
I was made for more than you

Then she turned and walked away

Through the mist of the sprinkler in the front yard
Down the sidewalk
And rode away on her tricycle
Off into the sunset...

37 Days, 14 hours, And 2 Minutes

Please tell me what you think about this poem. Critique me. I want to make it better! 

37 Days, 14 hours, And 2 Minutes
-B

I still remember the first time our lips met

We were innocent then

We didn’t know about politics and pain

We didn’t know the pressures of society

Or the expectations that would soon weight us down

We were children playing house

I was the wife

You were the husband

It all seemed so easy, carefree

Then we grew up

You have a job that lets you travel the world

The job that I dreamed of having

I have a job that ties me to this town

The town we grew up in

The town we learned about life in

The place I have learned to simply exhist in

Today marks:

37 days

14 hours and

2 minutes since I last saw you

I lost track of the last time I talked to you

Probably some time in high school

When you realized I was weighing you down

You found new friends

And you found new vices

I still dream of the night that we spent

Watching the meteor shower

That night in June before high school

Somehow our hands entertwined

And everything felt right

Your palm hugging mine in an intimate embrace

I wish I could tell you

How I feel, how I have always felt

I watch those sappy romantic movies

And wish we were the characters

I feel silly marking the days

But it helps me get by

Helps me get through each day

Knowing that one day you might come back

And see me and love me again

Unrequieted love until then…

Lets Get This Started

Sometimes I simply cry for the world around me
I cry happy tears and sad tears alike
My heart longs for the world to see its potential
And to believe that it can be better
I see the strides that some in the world are taking
To make things just a little better
And I begin to wonder
What if we all started to do the same?

Beyond Redemption?

One of my favorite quotes is, "No one is beyond the reach of God's grace." God's grace reaches beyond borders, races, prison walls and across streets. There is nowhere that His grace cannot reach. When we assume that we can decide the fate of another's life or we assume they are beyond redemption we are denying that His grace and love exist.

Moon, Stars, Flowers...

I wish I could hold the moon like a balloon

Carry the man in the moon with me


I wish I could take in the stars like a cup of tea

So their brilliance would warm my insides


I wish I could paint my fingernails with flowers
so I could always have nature at my fingertips


I wish...

(Untitled)

ten owls at the crack of noon

swiveling their heads trying to find a clearer view

but the sun is blinding

and the skyline is blocking the view

their shuttered eyes are unfocused but clear

the ocean reflects the sorrow of the city dwellers

waves rolling as if in anguish

crashing on the shore to show their angst

leaving its inhabitants on the shore 

scattered like the toys of a small child

Note to... whomever...

To whom this may concern (or not), 


I am in need (more in want) of a Savannah cat so I can make my neighbors jealous when I walk my new cat on a leash down the street. If you are interested in buying me one, I might love you forever (however this is not a guarantee). 


Thank you. 


Love, Brigitta 


*P.S. I want to name my cat after an inanimate object, let me know what you think would work best. ♥

(Photo: Jason Douglas / Wiki Commons / public domain)

Puddle Time!!

Tonight I ran around in the rain with one of my greatest friends Taylor. We splashed in puddles, laughed and jumped in the rain and just had a blast. I love the rain but sadly, most of the time I don't take the time to go out and enjoy it. I have taken to stopping and enjoying the little moments recently. I don't know when it started, but I quite like it. It's nice to enjoy the quiet and beauty that God has given us. I hope and pray that I don't stop doing this as the years go by. I want to be able to enjoy that little things every day of my life. I hope that I can be inspired by the little things and that I can inspire others with the little things in my life. 

Oh and I get to wake up early to call my dad in the morning... it's his birthday!!! 

This speaks to me...

"But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower than the angels, now crowned with glory and honor because he suffered death, so that by the grace of God he might taste death for everyone. In bringing many sons to glory, it was fitting that God, for whom and through whom everything exists, should make the author of their salvation perfect through suffering." Hebrews 2: 9-10

Shattered

There is a tearing
Somewhere deep inside
Like an earthquake there is shaking
Breaking me in two

There is a leaking
A bleeding of the old me
Oozing out through the wounds
My pores

Is this simply change
Or some form of creation?

The shaking is giving way to breaking
Which is giving way to shattering
That gives way to complete and utter brokenness

The breaking must come before renewing
But the pain is something you have to live through

Flying By

Blur by Me

I have been feeling like this picture for the last year. I feel like everything is flying past me at a million miles an hour. I have one more year of college and then I have to enter the working world. I am so afraid that I won't find a job, that I will not be able to live on my own and pay for all the things that I need. I keep thinking of how I  am going to help myself, but then I am reminded again and again that God knows the plans for my life and that all I need to do is trust him. I am such a self-reliant person that sometimes I forget that God is there for me to lean on when things seem like too much. I hope and pray that I will continue to learn from and lean on God in the good and bad times. 

Happy Birthday Friend

Here is a collage/painting I made for one of my friends 22nd birthday. 

Collages I've made...

Jones Bunny?

Here is a collage that I made out of Jones soda labels. and the bunny ears that I bought with Courtney D., Michelle C., and Taylor O. and wore to Allyssa's 22nd Birthday party tonight!

A little something for all the English nerds!

Stick this in your ear - The listener

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