Submissions by BeautifulDisaster7 (BreAnna Rickard)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my true passion. Everything I’ve ever been through I have released through my ink filled pages. I pick up a pen and it’s as if the world stops and the only thing that matters is the words waiting to be spilled upon my pages.
SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2025 1:38pm
19th Apr 2025 1:38pm
The house that swallowed me whole
I was born into a house,
already full.
Full of silence dressed up as survival.
I was born already unforgiven.
The product of her regret.
A product of a man whose name curdled in her throat,
every time she looked at me.
I was his mirror,
And that meant I could never be hers.
I was the reminder,
of a mistake,
of a man she regrets,
of a night she doesn’t speak about.
I was not the one she held close.
Not the one she prayed over.
Not the one she loved.
I was tolerated.
Raised on scraps of affection, ...
already full.
Full of silence dressed up as survival.
I was born already unforgiven.
The product of her regret.
A product of a man whose name curdled in her throat,
every time she looked at me.
I was his mirror,
And that meant I could never be hers.
I was the reminder,
of a mistake,
of a man she regrets,
of a night she doesn’t speak about.
I was not the one she held close.
Not the one she prayed over.
Not the one she loved.
I was tolerated.
Raised on scraps of affection, ...
#anger
#daughter
#mother
#SelfWorth
#suffering
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2025 12:58pm
19th Apr 2025 12:58pm
Reflection that unmade me
I was eleven when the ground beneath me cracked.
When truth spilled out of her mouth,
like it wasn’t a bomb,
wrapped in casual conversation.
I was old enough to feel the tremble,
when truth finally speaks.
It wasn’t a sit-down,
wasn’t gentle.
It came in a slip of the tongue.
A careless comment,
meant to hush my parents,
not to shatter me.
But just like that,
My world split down the middle,
between what I thought I knew,
and what had always been hidden.
I wasn’t who I thought I was.
The...
When truth spilled out of her mouth,
like it wasn’t a bomb,
wrapped in casual conversation.
I was old enough to feel the tremble,
when truth finally speaks.
It wasn’t a sit-down,
wasn’t gentle.
It came in a slip of the tongue.
A careless comment,
meant to hush my parents,
not to shatter me.
But just like that,
My world split down the middle,
between what I thought I knew,
and what had always been hidden.
I wasn’t who I thought I was.
The...
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#suffering
75 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2024 10:31am
22nd Dec 2024 10:31am
Shadows of Strength
Amidst agony, beauty breaks; calming distant echoes.
Faith grows, healing in joyful kindness; love mending deep, endless wounds.
Faith grows, healing in joyful kindness; love mending deep, endless wounds.
#SelfDiscovery
#TimeHeals
128 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Nov 2024 7:25am
28th Nov 2024 7:25am
The Unveiling of the Ego’s Awakening
Within the chamber of my unspoken soul,
I meet the specter of myself, whole.
A phantom of pride,
both brittle and vast,
A mirror of echoes from futures and past.
It wears my face, yet it feels so estranged,
A mask I have cherished, though always unchanged.
What is this shadow I’ve called my own,
A throne built on fears I’ve never outgrown?
To find my ego is to let it unfold,
A tempest of ashes birthing something bold.
I meet the specter of myself, whole.
A phantom of pride,
both brittle and vast,
A mirror of echoes from futures and past.
It wears my face, yet it feels so estranged,
A mask I have cherished, though always unchanged.
What is this shadow I’ve called my own,
A throne built on fears I’ve never outgrown?
To find my ego is to let it unfold,
A tempest of ashes birthing something bold.
#aging
151 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2024 5:56am
28th Nov 2024 5:56am
A Bloom in the Ashes
I was a garden left untended to and under nourished.
I became a place where wild shadows darkened, as weeds tangled tightly around my roots.
A place where thorns grew sharp as glass piercing anything in their wake.
The storms had come and the winds stayed,
Breaking my branches, stealing all of my resilience.
I forgot what it meant to blossom.
I forgot what it meant to feel the sunlight nurturing my soul.
Yet deep within all the fractured pieces and tainted soil,
Beneath the weight of grief and time,
A seed of hope stayed...
I became a place where wild shadows darkened, as weeds tangled tightly around my roots.
A place where thorns grew sharp as glass piercing anything in their wake.
The storms had come and the winds stayed,
Breaking my branches, stealing all of my resilience.
I forgot what it meant to blossom.
I forgot what it meant to feel the sunlight nurturing my soul.
Yet deep within all the fractured pieces and tainted soil,
Beneath the weight of grief and time,
A seed of hope stayed...
#SelfWorth
142 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Sep 2023 3:23pm
7th Sep 2023 3:23pm
High On Hope
Beginnings are usually scary,
And the endings are usually sad.
But it’s everything in between that makes it worth living.
Hope is the only thing stronger than fear.
And is the only thing that sees you through to the very end.
Sometimes events in life occur that fracture the very foundation on which we stand.
Our lives as we know them become forever changed.
We get an upwelling urge to repair, restore and recourse our lives.
But no matter how dark the moment,
You have to know that hope is possible.
You see, you cannot always see with the light....
And the endings are usually sad.
But it’s everything in between that makes it worth living.
Hope is the only thing stronger than fear.
And is the only thing that sees you through to the very end.
Sometimes events in life occur that fracture the very foundation on which we stand.
Our lives as we know them become forever changed.
We get an upwelling urge to repair, restore and recourse our lives.
But no matter how dark the moment,
You have to know that hope is possible.
You see, you cannot always see with the light....
#hope
#SelfWorth
249 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Sep 2023 7:47pm
6th Sep 2023 7:47pm
Ghost of you
Anxiety.
A ghost haunting me every breath I take.
In your silent gloom,
I falter at the weights of you.
You like when I’m scared
And falling apart at the seems.
I can sense your delight,
As you feed off my light.
You are such an unholy ghost,
That must live inside of me.
You’ve taken my name
And casted your shadow upon it.
Bounded by your chains
And trapped by your fear,
I have become your prisoner,
Present yet invisible,
To all of those that are near.
So restless you have been,
Twisting inside me, ...
A ghost haunting me every breath I take.
In your silent gloom,
I falter at the weights of you.
You like when I’m scared
And falling apart at the seems.
I can sense your delight,
As you feed off my light.
You are such an unholy ghost,
That must live inside of me.
You’ve taken my name
And casted your shadow upon it.
Bounded by your chains
And trapped by your fear,
I have become your prisoner,
Present yet invisible,
To all of those that are near.
So restless you have been,
Twisting inside me, ...
#hope
#TimeHeals
#wisdom
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2 Comments
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