A) What inspires the artist to create? B) What helps the artist create? These have touched Briana’s heart in some way and helped uplift her throughout her art journey so she thought to share them with you. Maybe they’ll help spark something inside of you too! … Continue readingBEHIND THE Bri SCENES
“Isacariot” | An original poem by Briana Augustus Stop riddling me this and covering with a kiss Frankly, I insist It doesn’t take much thinking to hate living like this Body full of Ritlin Hanging with Judas
“Don’t Eat the Rat Poison” | An original poem by Briana Augustus My nerves are about to be rent with all these stressors on my back – bent. Too much of my mind’s energy and your time has already been spent on this, so let … Continue readingDon’t Eat the Rat Poison
Excerpt from “Writer’s Block” | An original poem by Briana Augustus Writer’s block is blocking me like stockings suffocating my mind cause they’re two sizes too small there are always at least two prizes that follow the finish line call but second place trophies are … Continue readingWriter’s Block
Excerpt from “Away” | An original poem by Briana Augustus Aimlessly going with blind eyes unknowing. forward and forward in round-n-round motion in a single direction – resounding in my mind like the chugging of locomotion. churning and chugging. burning tires. trudging buyers. no product … Continue readingAway
“Hold On” | An original poem by Briana Augustus Hold on. Exciting things are happening. The Devil himself can’t zap this sapling. The Lord is cheering me on, so every word I sing on, and everybody’s hearing this song. New beginnings, old endings, flames pending, … Continue readingHold On
Excerpt from “Personal Prologue” | An original poem by Briana Augustus Thoughts in my head, layin’ in my bed Can’t help but dread always climbin’ in this bed. Wearin’ out my shoe tread on un-treaded pathways Not meant to have been tread, or led on … Continue readingPersonal Prologue
Excerpt from “What If” | An original poem by Briana Augustus What if I died. What if I didn’t but pretended and went to hide. I wouldn’t but what if I questioned it before I decided. Every drop that slid and tickled my face when … Continue readingWhat If
“Take the Heat” | An original poem by Briana Augustus Consume me and prune me, renew me. Prove to me with the moves to me, soothe me. Remove me, seclude me, seduce me. Each proof you meet with pools of lethal sheets. Come on and … Continue readingTake the Heat
“Life Isn’t Fair” | An original poem by Briana Augustus An empty feeling Everything minus meaning Nothing new worth being Heart handled in hands maladroit– As an oafish doll maker and his tainted toys– Wishing there was an antidote That would fix what somebody else … Continue readingLife Isn’t Fair