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My name is Brittany. I was born in Beaufort, South Carolina but raised in Peachtree City, Georgia. I was raised by my Mother and Stepfather and how a half-brother and half-sister. I spent most of my time playing soccer and attending church. At 19 I joined

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Survival: 2 of 57
You can't stop the painThat rips at my heartAll you can do is sitAnd watch it tear me apartYou watch as I scream outInto this dark, cold nightWatching as I struggleTo slowly win this fightYou brush back the hairThat covers my eyesWatching them scream outThrough my muted criesI take hold of your handBut you're silent as a mous... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Physical abuse: 5 of 98
You thow me aroundLike I'm just G.I. JoeFrom when you were a boyYou pretend that you're playingWhen you bend back my armsOthers think that you're jokingAnd doing no harmBut I know the truth nowYou thirst for controlYou can't stand to be wrongAnd don't understand "No"You say that you love meWhat a clever disguiseBut I can see ... More..
Politics, News & Issues > Climate Change Global warming: The cold, hard facts: 4 of 55
Global Warming: Cold, Hard FactsYou want cold, hard facts? Global warming results in many preventable ecological issues. Most all of which are caused by us, the human race. Most controversial: greenhouse gases. Greenhouse gases are gases in the earths atmosphere that absorb and emit radiation. In other words, the gases trap h... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Because of God: 2 of 26
Who are these creaturesWhispering things in my earCreating thoughts of terrorEnticing thoughts of fearWhose voices are theseThat I hear in the nightVoices of kindnessTo help ease the frightThe voices of peaceThe voices of heathensThese are the voicesOf Angels and Demonsthese Demons will tempt meAnd put me to the testBut with ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My pain: 22 of 150
I cry for helpBut no one hearsThese violent sobsThrough muted earsI give you hintsThrough shedded bloodMy body as the canvasBut still no oneI don't understandWhy me you can't seeWhy have you blocked yourselfFrom no one but meTune everythingJust listen to meAs I go from a whisperTo a deafening scream More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: About friendship: 46 of 305
A heart so bigA love so strongPlease correct meIf I'm wrongArms to catch meWhen I fallEars to listenWhen I callAn open shoulderOn which to cryOpen armsTo which I "fly"A special giftSent from aboveMade with careAnd lots of loveA friend on whichI can relyTo point me towardsThe Lord on HighSo if I'm wrongPlease tell me trueFor t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The world changes when people change: 5 of 31
With just one touchOr friendly glanceyou can save the worldIt's in your handsWith three simple wordsThat come from the heartYou can reuniteThis nation apartDon't be so quickTo jump to conclusionsLet your heart decipherThe eye's illusionsWe judge out of fearOf what we don't knowAfraid of possiblyBefriending a foeDon't be afrai... More..
Other 'The best things in life are free' defined: 12 of 69
I used to think money would solve all of my problems. If I could just buy the CD or shirt I wanted, then I would be happy. As I became more and more obsessed with buying myself objects to fulfill my heart's desires, I noticed that the adverse effect was happening; I was not very happy at all. This baffled me.One day I was out... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lost in love: 2 of 10
I open my eyesTaking in the morning lightI roll overYou are still sleepingThe rays of lightdance softly on your skinI lean overAnd kiss your cheekYou are so beautifulConsumed in your dreamsI admire you as you sleepCareful not to wake youI whisper in your ear"I love you"You stir slightlyI put my arm around youI close my eyesAn... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Locked out your heart: 21 of 104
I've been locked out ofYour heart for so long now.You used to love meAnd call me the one.Your once gentle touchIs now rugged and rough,And the fire that onceGraced your eyes is now dim.Your soft, loving toneHas turned harsh and cold.You don't call me the one anymore,And you never tell me you love me.Why have i been locked out... More..