Brianna Wilkinson

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Looking into your eyes,
I realize... My life will never be the same.
I don't want to place any blame..
but after all it IS your fault.
...

Thoughts are turning,
my minds burning.

Life as I know it is fading...
...

Take them and throw then all away,
never give them back to me.

I can't handle them, no that's not it.
...

Too many thoughts,
Too many emotions.
They come on all at once,
all too strong.
...

A knock at the door...
NO. I can't answer,
not any more.
...

I only need one person,
just a single one.....
to love me,
to see me.
...

I want to make things better,
yes I want to make them right.
But there's nothing I can do,
I really don't want to fight.
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I don't understand any more,
can all guys be the same?
At least I'll know whats in store,
I'll already have some one to blame.
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I have my headphones in,
my musics blasting..
all i want to do is run from my past and....
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sleeping becomes an obstacle,
an illusion at its best.

Right about now I would do anything,
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I'm broken on the floor,
Its never been this bad before.
My thoughts are spread out around me,
I tried so hard to not let anyone see.
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I'm not giving in,
no not this time.
You tell me to come back,
that everything is going to be fine.
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I want to scream,
just loud enough to be heard.
I wish people would stop and listen,
after hearing me say just one word.
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Forbidden to touch,
But I can see.....
he makes me try so hard,
try to show the real me.
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Sitting still, just below the surface.
Looking up, a fog clouds my mind.
My thoughts become blurred, should I? ?
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Can you hear that?
A slight tear,
the sound of a heart being broken...
the sound of sadness escaping.
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A feeling,
is this one worth concealing?
I can not hide one more thing.
There is no more room within my body.
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I did it,
and I cried.
The razor, like metal to a magnet,
was drawn to my hand.
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Journalism outcast.
yup, that's me.
To my left a group of 5,
to my right a group of 3.
...

How can I go on any longer?
The force against my fake face..
its growing stronger.
...

Brianna Wilkinson Biography

I have been through a lot of hard times in life, but who hasn't. Writing poetry is a release for me. I use it as a means of expressing myself.)

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*forgotten Past, New Future

Looking into your eyes,
I realize... My life will never be the same.
I don't want to place any blame..
but after all it IS your fault.

I am happy and in love,
the way I smile...
The way I laugh.
I think I've finally forgotten about my past.

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