Write Right

I'm Breanna and I like to write.

As a child, I remember clutching the back of my mother’s shirt at night. I would hold on as tight as I could as we slept- terrified that someone would sneak into the room and steal me away. I thought that if I could just hold on until the morning we would never be separated.

Now, I hold your shoulder tight. As we lay in the dead of night- silent. Your head laying gently on the top of my chest, moving up and down with the rhythm of my breathing. You softly snore, and I clutch tightly to your shoulder, and twist my fingers in between yours hoping that if I could only keep you close distance will never pull us apart. If I could hold you until the morning, time will never separate us. 

With heavy eyes
And an even heavier heart,
I lay my head on my pillow
Wishing you were next to me.

To get lost in your storm
Would be tragically beautiful.

To feel your rain
Beating against my skin.

To have your waves
Consume me whole.

For your winds
To pull my hair
And tear me from the ground.

For your lighting
To pulse through my body
And crack my very core.

I am a disaster
And you are the storm.

You arrive in waves.
And I am crushed.

I hold my breath and hope
That it will last

But with you I drown.

Floating beneath your surface
Def to anything but your touch.

I am surrounded
You fill every crack in my body.

But with you I drown.

You arrive in waves
And I am crushed.

Sooooooo I’m sorta starting to try to write a novel. I’ll periodically post chapters or half chapters that aren’t very edited! Bear with me please!

Cigarette Break

The first spark of my lighter ignites the darkness
And I realize
Night can be calm if you’d like.

You can treasure the way the wet concrete feels beneath your bare feet.
You can look out into an empty street and imagine all the people in their houses sleeping peacefully.

The entire world can be calm- even if its only from your perspective.
You can listen to tiny insects that can’t be heard in the noise of day.

Or you can watch your cigarette illuminate the vast darkness
And gaze upon the distant stars and wonder if they’ve already died but haven’t yet disappeared.

Just listen to the crackle every inhale makes and watch the cherry chase your breath.
Follow the smoke and watch as the wind takes it on an erratic path into the stars.

I want to leave this place.
I want to run away
Into the stars.
I want to curl up in a moons crater.
I’d gaze upon stars close up
And look at the crumbling earth
And think of all the people hurting.
I want to jump to the sun
And maybe get a tan.
I want to float in space
And not have to worry.
I want to leave it all
And build a universe of my own
Somewhere else.

Classtime Doodles

"Be with me right now. Don’t think about the past or the future. Lets just be in this moment. Together."

We spent nights bundled up in my car talking about nothing, and talking about everything. Sometimes it would just be silent, and I would play with his hair and he would trail his fingers upon my neck. We confessed things to each other that we had never spoke out loud, and it was scary, but mostly it was comfortable. We found comfort in each others eyes, and bodies. We were glued together in that car. We stayed there until the sun came up and the windows began to fog. Then we would trace funny faces onto the windows and laugh. Sometimes we weren’t even in my car. Sometimes we’d stand outside, our bare feet numb from the cold danced on the wet pavement, we found warmth within each other. He loved the taste of tobacco on my lips, and I loved the sound of his laugh. We were young, and too close. I didn’t bother trying to remember the way his hands felt pressed against the small of my back or the way he smelt. I didn’t think about the way his eyes told me things his lips would never dare to speak because I knew it would be over soon. I could read him because I knew him. People are different that time of day. When the sun is rising and the sky is that distinct shade of blue, you don’t bother to impress people. Your eyes are too heavy and your body needs rest so you are yourself: completely. I loved being in those fleeting moments. No consequences or decisions. We lived. And we were together.