I am a 17 year old vegetarian from Alberta, Canada, and I enjoy wearing plastic glasses that I don’t really need. I am currently in eleventh grade, and have plans to enter into university to pursue something in the future because that’s what people do right? I write lyrics, poetry, take photographs, and over all just love art in all forms because it is so expressive. Fun fact about me: I have a ... more »
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Breanna Choma Poems
Where must I stand
Last picked. Last sought. Last seen. First fought.
I know lonely I know lost I know judgment I know fear
It wasn't suppose to be like this
It wasn't suppose to be like this. I wasn't born for wet lashes and salt upon my lips; quivering. I wasn't born for public silence and internal screaming. It wasn't suppose to be like this…
I am an individual
I am an individual that looks in the mirror and sees a body but not myself. In a word that forces us into defining bubbles I ready a handful of pins.
My days fill me with memories I grow to regret, and just that thought makes the sky bend Like ink from a broken pen unannounced staining what was once clean My life is plagued by a darkness that can't be risen Words I can't say fill my lungs with water and I choke
A sixteen year old girl
It's summer vacation and it's 30 degrees. A 16 girl feels rejected like oil in water and despite how she tries she knows she'll always be separate from those who are wanted.
We are told what a woman should be, and in an instant it becomes a childhood dream. I was told about beauty before I learned my body had a brain, and I became obsessed with becoming the teenage girls on TV.
Silence; an absence of sound but louder than any. Like drowning you feel suffocation with-in imperfection.
Dear 12 year old preteen
Have you ever sat in your room alone starting up at the ceiling all day? Every part of you aches as your mind says just give up, so you lay there asking yourself..
She was glass that scratched like the screen of a smart phone. Down the hallways she was kicked around as she waited for the day when she would be picked back up, but when ever she were it was never long before she was thrown back down.
Holding onto sixteen
From an early age I remember wanting to be 16, and how good teens looked on TV. I dreamt of frilly dresses and parties full of people; I dreamt of my self all grown up.
Dying people smile too
There is a knife in my back. Blood is running out as the rest drowns my soul, but it seems to be just out of reach and I can’t pull it back.
With-in the mosaic in which I live I coexist with many. I coexist with different religions, cultures, languages and dialects; I coexist with race, sexuality and gender.
Quotationsmore quotations »
''Crush that constant feeling that says you have to explain yourself; you owe no one an explanation for being you.''~Breanna Choma
''We all live a story that no one was ever meant to read, but it's also one that touches so many people that we never even intended to.''~ Breanna Choma
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Where must I stand
First claimed lame.
Why must it always be the same? …
Out of tune and out of place; I am green grass midwinter chill.
No matter where I stand that's me.
No matter where I stand I never seem to belong.
I long for a world of chances
I long for a world, I long for another.
What else did you expect me to say?
Just tired of hearing the shatters of my heart and soul upon the floor.
A bag drifting through, through, ...