Submissions by Brittney-Lynn-517 (Brittney McCutcheon)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm not.
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jan 2025 5:00am
24th Jan 2025 5:00am
I love you the moistest
#dirty
#erotic
128 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jan 2025 4:59am
24th Jan 2025 4:59am
Dear universe, not today
Dear universe,
Be kind to me today. The burdens I carry are far too many. I fear I shall not last the day if one more thing should go awry. Dear universe; not today!
03/06/2023
Be kind to me today. The burdens I carry are far too many. I fear I shall not last the day if one more thing should go awry. Dear universe; not today!
03/06/2023
#frustration
47 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2025 3:54pm
21st Jan 2025 3:54pm
Kids these days
Your additude is shit, I really hate it.
You're such a little sass makes me want to kick your ass.
You drive me insane with your video games. You act like you're three throwing temper tantrums for all to see.
You're a Jackal and a Hyde, never know what side you'll be.
You go from 0-60 in .35
You're such a little sass makes me want to kick your ass.
You drive me insane with your video games. You act like you're three throwing temper tantrums for all to see.
You're a Jackal and a Hyde, never know what side you'll be.
You go from 0-60 in .35
#mother
#motherhood
#parent
33 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jan 2025 3:23am
21st Jan 2025 3:23am
Mama didn't live to see 2023
My mama didn't live to see the year 2023. She was a Montana girl from the mountains, you see. For fun she would shoot her guns, or take a motorcycle ride on the mountain side. Camping and drinking. Floating and drinking. Drinking and drinking. One time she went sky diving. She loved her 80's rock and Shinia Twain would always play on our way to the lake for the day.
The peices of her left behind torn apart by vultures standing by keeping a close eye on all those treasures left behind. Hoarding the memories of times gone by.
The peices of her left behind torn apart by vultures standing by keeping a close eye on all those treasures left behind. Hoarding the memories of times gone by.
#grief
44 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2025 2:22am
21st Jan 2025 2:22am
December 8th 2022
As I watch my mother wither away, peices of her just aren't the same. The memories to be made will never be. This cancer has stolen my mother from me.
#grief
54 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Brittney-Lynn-517 (Brittney McCutcheon)
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