How Written by Briana Augustus Aching from loving Suffering from loathing I realize truths with pride But falter when facing my own My eyes glaze over. Failing to succeed at facing Reflection of facts in glass. My pupils blush warmer … Continue readingHow
“Time of Mourning” | An original poem by Briana Augustus A frail framework of a reality Housed atop a freshly bursted balloon – No air blows, no water flows Through disjointed valleys Of cracked skulls and broken bones. There is no better time for mourning. … Continue readingTime of Mourning
“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