Brandy Lynn
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Stories (4/0)
Living Colorful in a Black & White World.
“I’m starting to hate this town”. I didn’t reply to what he said but I heard it and even if he didn’t feel it, I felt it. We were just hanging out, smoking a joint on the road. I could’ve just been high but those five words were so deep and I thought “what a great way to start an article.” See even though I'm an eighteen year old girl I don’t go to community college, or any college to be exact. So I need something to occupy my mind. Not my head - I could zone out for hours, but my mind. When you write a lot everything turns into a scene and if it’s not a scene it’s an idea for one. Anything could happen when you write a book, there are no limits. You can express your dreams or you can express your greatest fears. It will still always be a good read because you know what you like. You are your own biggest supporter and your own worst critic. If you are proud, you have succeeded even if others don’t understand what the words on the page mean. You do. And you know how it feels. How it truly feels. No matter what you’re writing for, enjoyment, a book, or simply for stress relief it doesn’t matter how other people feel or what others say about your writing. It is all opinions. And as hard as it is to decipher opinions and facts nowadays - there still is a huge and important difference. At the end of the day It’s how you feel and what you say about your own work. It is work. Writing isn’t something that comes naturally. Sure anybody can write but to be descriptive and actually halfway decent takes time, practice and patience. People in this town are too absent minded to talk about interesting things like their feelings or conspiracy theories. All the people in this town think of what's going to happen next. It’s easy to think that type of way. Next i’m going to light up a cigarette. Lit. But nobody wants to stir up an hour long conversation about something that’s pointless. If it doesn’t benefit them then what’s the point? Therefore in this town you have to talk to yourself and I hope those thoughts end up on paper so I can read them. What happens in the next town though? What are you going to say when you realize everybody is the same? You can change your house, your town, your school and your job but you will see how every human being - acts the same way. And it will upset you. Don’t get me wrong I am not a depressing person and I am not trying to spread negativity. That’s just simply how it is.
By Brandy Lynn4 years ago in Humans
A Beautiful Thing Is Never Perfect
My Love Story Is Tragic, Filled With Hurt Feelings And Scars That Will Never Heal.. At times I feel like I was born from poison. Destroying everything I touch. Every relationship, Every prized possession and any and everything I remotely cared about. There’s nothing left for me to care about. Because everything is simply.. poisoned.
By Brandy Lynn4 years ago in Motivation
My Leathery Skin
It’s difficult to write about yourself when the main reason you write is to get away from yourself. When you are so desperate to feel good or happy, or like the old you. When nothing, I mean nothing seems to be giving you a sense of satisfaction, a simple sense of accomplishment. It seems so simple but so hard to achieve. That’s when you write.That's when you write to keep your sanity. It seems .. little things keep getting more challenging to manage. When I wake up in the morning my skin looks different. I look at my skin that I have had my whole life and it looks leathery and abnormal. I have gotten so used to my veins being so apparent that the sight of it doesn't even scare me anymore. It used to scare me, but now I've realized that it soon will disappear. Like it was never even there, no sign of ripped or split skin. My veins are barely noticeable. As soon as someone else looks at me, even if they aren't necessarily looking at my skin directly, my visions flee immediately. I believe it is the real me transforming into someone more appealing to the human eye. I believe that the real me is hideous. Not physically - that somehow all my lies, secrets and guilt combine into one to form a body that matches my soul. And when someone looks at me, I show them how I want to be seen. Not who I truly am. There are feelings and baggage inside me that I will never show anybody. Sometimes I am even too afraid to show myself. I believe that I might be going crazy and that I am too far gone to be saved.
By Brandy Lynn4 years ago in Poets