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May 2017 – 31 Day Blog Challenge
Theme: Worst Habits

I think probably one of my worst habits is consistency. When I was swept up in depression the past couple of years, any sort of routine went out the window – that’s one of the reasons I started this writing journal – so that I could hold on to the spark of motivation I had one day and see if I could continue to keep it alight. So far, so good. So I wouldn’t say I have any “worst” habits, really – because once I decide to break or change something – I just … commit to doing it. But I will admit I do have a terrible addiction to soda pop. (Kind of keeping it short and sweet today because I really don’t want to write a wall of text on this kind of topic today.)


Credits in the image. Feel free to participate in the challenge as well. 🙂 

As always, thank you for stopping by and reading.

Tiny Fawns is a poetry journal with occasional art work. 
I recently decided to participate in this challenge so that my followers and anyone who ventures into Tiny Fawns Land can have a clearer picture of who I am, what I do, etc etc.
I rarely if ever blog outside of poetry, so for you followers who follow me strictly for poetry, I hope you will be gracious for the month of May to see a daily update from me that is not poetry. 🙂 I will of course be continuing my daily updates of poetry in addition to this.

-Brianna Dawn, AKA Tiny Fawns

piñatas of sorts

they say to admire the
beauty within, but let’s
teach kids it has to be
sweet and able to be
ripped out, eaten with
sticky fingers and
a sugary grin

canyons, craniums

i don’t need canyons to hear
the echoes of my own words or
footsteps from the deep – my cranium
already possesses the capability to
haunt me with memories running ragged
on threadbare wheels each time i slip
uncomfortably into sleep – no need to litter
lonely rocks and broken hearted stones with
bitter reflections i have broken up
into sharp untouchable parts long cold
from absence of affection

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: bitter

feather rafts

sleeping, my brain became
hungry and started gnawing at
the seams of my pillow, until
my mind sunk softly
into strange dreams –
i floated on a raft of feathers,
my quilt the sail – it began to tell
it’s odd little story – i crashed
into the stars, they were melting like
candle wax into stringy long-legged spiders
leaping across walls, startled –
i awaken, thinking i had heard my
own footsteps down the hall

backdated Post A Day Poem – for March 31st, 2017.