Brianne Raddatz
The realm of writing is a place that always feels like coming home. It is an escape I can become consumed by as the rest of the world floats away. Words for me are magic coming alive on paper.
Warrior - Golden Phoniex Goddess
This life I pay homage to the high prietess For she is a legend of her For this is a love letter to my soul For she is a legend of her time
Brianne RaddatzPublished 3 months ago in PoetsI am the Colourful Dead
I let the river run from the holy womb From her essence infusions of amethyst, carnelian, rose quartz and jade poured forth from her
Brianne RaddatzPublished 3 months ago in PoetsColouring My Death
I let the river run from the holy womb From her essence infusions of amethyst, carnelian, rose quartz and jade poured forth from her spout
Brianne RaddatzPublished 3 months ago in PoetsA Dream Date With Myself
The day is calm, and the sun pierces the soft blue sky; it brings to life the forest floor, igniting the pine needles' aroma below.
Brianne RaddatzPublished 3 months ago in Humans3 Vital reasons not to kill yourself
If your feeling suicidal, DON 'T WORRY, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. I always thought I was so special and I was terrified to tell anyone that I had experienced suicidal thoughts and ideations.
Brianne RaddatzPublished 5 months ago in Psyche
The Call Of The Valley
Is the heron calling me home? Is it calling me back to the place I have known? The valleys haunting cry calls to me Wherever I go
Brianne RaddatzPublished 5 months ago in PoetsMeredith
This past summer I went through a challenging time. I have been dealing with mental health issues for years and thought it might be a good idea to go off all my meds at once.
Brianne RaddatzPublished 6 months ago in PsycheHer Hermit Heart
My heart hides under folded fitted sheets It is tucked away in a long forgotten cupboard In a abandoned run down cabin The kind you find like magic in the middle of the woods
Brianne RaddatzPublished 6 months ago in Poets
