Briana Barnes

There is a certain peace in expression. Don’t you think?

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Briana Barnes

There is a certain peace in expression. Don’t you think?

281

Writings

Followers

Following

It Takes Two To Hate

Briana Barnes

1 min read

Are you talking about me again?

Another fight?

Another argument?

Because it’s always my fault, right?

When it really comes down to it.

My ears always ringing…

Because your trashing my name,

Since everything went south.

Never holding any accountability,

For the sour taste you left in my mouth....

Poetry

Dead And Gone

Briana Barnes

1 min read

Birds circled overhead…

Because they were ready to feast…

On what has long been dead.

The old me…

I’ve shed her skin,

Standing over the carcass as we speak…

She was weak.

Too kind, too fogiving.

Me?

Not anymore.

I can’t be…

Look at all the scars in her back,

From all the knives that stabbed her.

All those wounds…

From the people who ‘loved’ her.

Hardened my heart,

Won’t let anyone like that in...

Poetry

You Win

Briana Barnes

1 min read

My sanity.

My peace of mind.

My dignity.

Everything that was left of me.

Gone.

You took it all.

You win.

So please, never bother me again....

Poetry

Forever Haunted

Briana Barnes

1 min read

It. Haunts. Me.

Every. Little. Thing.

My. Heart. On. Strings.

Pulled. In. Every. Single. Direction.

Yet. Still. Never. The. Right. One.

Crying. Late. At. Night.

Because. No. One. Ever. Sees. Me.

No. One. Ever. Knows. Me.

Not. Truly.

A. Puppet. On. Strings.

Bending. Always. To. Your. Whim.

Isn’t. This. My. Life. To. Live?...

Poetry

You’re Shameless

Briana Barnes

1 min read

There’s something about being called a problem

That makes me want to be maniacal

A menace you could say…

It’s just so funny because even though everything in me is pushing me in that direction…

I was not wired that way.

Too nice for my own good.

Always taken for granted.

What have you ever done for me?

Except leave.

And show me you’re shameless.

I have a lot to give,

And I know you know that.

...

Poetry

Done, Done, Done

Briana Barnes

1 min read

Hate that I entertained you…

Why am I like this?

Accepting to a fault…

And NO, I don’t deserve this.

Goodness outpouring from my veins…

I can’t help it.

And inate need to help anyway I can…

And you took, when it was convenient.

Beneath the surface I am good.

Misunderstood, but good.

What are you though?

Twisted in some sense…

People don’t treat people that way,

When they ‘care’ about them.

...

Poetry

Too Many Goodbyes

Briana Barnes

1 min read

I think it finally happened…

I think I hate you now…

I don’t know what took me so long to really…

Because it was always about you,

And never me.

Put you first,

You loved that.

Me always on the back burner…

My feelings never mattering enough.

As lovers or even just as friends,

You deceived me.

Made me believe all the things…

When in reality,

Nothing you ever said was true.

Unless it came to ...

Poetry

Sometimes Even Being Nice Means War

Briana Barnes

4 min read

I held his hand tight, and I was never letting go… at least that’s what I told myself when it all began. Because I ride or die. And if I love you, if I care about you I’m always going to be by your side. But somehow I’m the one that’s always being left.

Of course when we started there was nothing platonic about it. It was an instantaneous intense connection. One neither one of us could deny. A p...

Drama

YA fiction

To Love Or Not To Love

Briana Barnes

1 min read

I loved. That was always my story. I loved. Probably too much. Always pouring from a cup that was never replenished. I loved. I never looked back. I never regretted it. Because I wouldn’t be me, if I didn’t put my all into it. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t try until my heart was black and blue. But I was never loved back in the right way. In the way that took me serious. In the way where they actua...

Just One More Sip

Briana Barnes

1 min read

Do I let the liquor take over?

Let it do things I normally couldn’t shoulder…

If I wasn’t emboldened,

By this sweet concoction I’ve chosen.

Do I let it over take me?

Let it show me things…

I haven’t seen,

After all whatever will be will be....

Poetry