Biography of Brittaney Static
The names Brittaney. I'm seventeen. I like to write. It helps me examine my mind and sometimes the minds of others.
I just bought a scooby doo alarm clock today and an old man's hat.
Today is the best day of my life.
Brittaney Static's Works:
I would like to publish a something of mine sometime in some place.
Brittaney Static Poems
Drive me Push me I will still love you in some sadistic way.
A bond that was never meant to be broken Eyes that were meant to unlock such passion A hand that was never meant to leave mine Happiness that was meant to be shared together
The Nightmare Man
A long dark December road I'm stuck right in the middle of this cluster I cannot move, I cannot breathe The nightmare man comes around this time
So concerned with vanity, That I chipped a nail I walked along the beach at day Not knowing the beauty of night
Theres an confined jar inside Under a layer of muscles and mucus A jar of unspoken words And unresolved feelings
The Great Grateful
There's something kind of funny about how I can touch your skin, your back, your hair so many times, but your face is somewhat fuzzy. I can never look you in the eye because I like to pretend that maybe you're looking at me more lovingly than you would when you're ravenous. For an hour or so I can feel you and I can forget the reality of this situation. If I play my cards right, maybe I can hold onto you a bit longer. Until it's out the door. Until then it's whispering but not really listening.
Swimming through a sea of brandy I see no pending island There is nothing beneath me But unexcused regret
I thank you Thank you very much, sir I want you to know I hold you dear In this heart of stone
Like A Dog
Like a dog whose just been scolded she lays her head down in shame. Her eyes are fixated upon the floor. Stupidly she believed your presence was unmistakable,
Lately I've been questioning How thin can my skin stretch? I'm treading this murky water Pushing the limits until they bend
No Use Crying Over Wet Blankets
Why do you have to act this way You should be able to control yourself. You left me cold out in the rain With only blankets to better myself.
In a world full of silent grudges slips out words I don't mean to say. Everyday I drift a little bit further
I thank you
Thank you very much, sir
I want you to know I hold you dear
In this heart of stone
In this heart where guilt
And self loathing joins for tea.
You're the king
The king of hearts