practice

practice

A Poem by brianna vega

i was made of seaweed swaying and shifting between tides
lost in my never ending mind
i lose my self to these shades of life bring me back
im tired of sickness and strife 
bring me back to that memory of life so perfect not awkward yet we all have our times
so we gather and try to recreate these feelings that fuel us

© 2012 brianna vega


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Moonstruck moments make memories sweeter

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great memories can be your best friend in times of loneliness.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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"i lose my self to these shades of life bring me back" is weird syntax. I was made of seaweed line is stunning. LIke a mermaid or something.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Added on June 29, 2012
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brianna vega
brianna vega

city of lost angels, CA



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