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Posts by briannadawn


an internalized war of
ugly words and bitter imagination,
poured out across the skins and robes
worn by others – we favor our pitiful anger
without thinking twice of internalized battles
within the hearts and minds of others –
but they don’t even bother as well,
which is why
we are deadlocked in our
own judgmental prison cells

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: cacophony

nightingale heartache

heartbreak, leave me.
i don’t want others to read
sad stories written across my eyes
i don’t desire a tired heart anymore,
leave me to let me rest until the sunrise.
i don’t want others to think
the worst of me when i strive
to believe i am blessed,
in the darkest of days and
hardest of nights, heartbreak –
depart from me, take your flight —
mend yourself among the stars,
heartbreak, you were always
worth the fight

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: identity


seek out the lackluster and you’ll
never be disappointed, but seek
out disappointment and you’ll
never be satisfied, but the best of
all is to live without limitations –
stepping outside boundaries to
be greeted with moments beyond
expectation – grief, failure, happiness,
success – anything could unfold –
truth be told, if you live boldly
all that is lackluster will be made of gold

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: expect

cut-out dolls

my shadow grows long behind me
i walk with a different set of graces
unlike the other pretty faces but
truth be told, it’s not about how i
measure myself against others in
their lace and jewels – to judge
others the way i desire not to be judged
just makes me a hypocritical fool

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: fashionable


it’s not that demons deny truth
they believe in it all along, they
just want you to sing a different song
so they can relish in you being wrong

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: deny


your shy smile was made of
soft sunlight and warm air
touching the day in a tender way
saying, i’m here and i care

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: interest


the rolling of the wind
unwinds clouds
stretching them into
powdery lines across the sky,
the sun — what a sour lemon —
it blinds us, our eyes
pucker and squint close
turning the insides of our eyelids
a bright candy cane red and white

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: release