I stumbled upon some literature goodness...

A friend of mine on FB posted a link stating that his friend was a finalist for the 2010 Blogging Scholarship. *hmmmm... Is this a sign?!?! <-- That initially WAS the first thing I thought*... I went and voted for her blog and looked at the other finalists and then that 60 watt light bulb turned on above my head... " Maybe I can do this"...

I read some of the blogs that where entered into the competition... I read, felt and tasted their passion. Seeing the other blogs in all their glory has sort of given me even more inspiration to go forth and blog.. TO BLOG like I've never blogged before... To write until my fingers ache with fear and sweet mind numbing gentle passion.. I want to hear my keyboard clacking as my fingers are making sweet love to the asdfghjkl; <-- The home keys.. I want to insert my poetically insane literature into the minds of others that fear words and their chocolaty goodness. I want to feel good about sharing my knowledge with the world along side my insanity. I want to compose a beautiful ode to the real OG ( original gangsters ) of writing... I want to kiss my BLOG and like it...  I am a poet. an insane and goofy poet. I am writer. an insane and goofy writer. I am me...  I hope that someday I can create a blog spot where music meets food and culture,  food and culture meets everyday ordinary tasks... I want to blog about everyday with a hint of poetry on the side... I want my blog to be a go to blog for women and men... I want my blog to be a reflection of myself and others who have a hard time expressing themselves unless they using beauteous words...

Without further ado... Here's a poem that I wrote earlier today...

While you are sleeping peacefully...

I listen to you breath

as you inhale and exhale....

I imagine your beautiful heartbeat

beating and rhyming in time with my very own..

I imagine what it is like to lay in the arms of true love...

I imagine your arms of courage and strength wrapping around my soul

as you gently send me off into a deep slumber of enteral bliss...

as my lids lower... 

My heart begins to wonder 

How is it that I am so in love with you?!? 

I have never tasted your lips...

I have never smelled your skin...

I have never felt your passion...

but I am in love with you.

I have stood on the foundation of your encouragement 

I have felt the words dance and entangle themselves from your tongue to mine...

I have felt my heart skip and flip more than one of the most dangerous of DJs switching a beat...

but nevertheless I am in love with you.

* excuse the typos 

love,

Your typo whore... 

The Undoing of a Woman... ( This Woman)

The Undoing of a Woman ( This Woman)

 I guess I shall let you pull and tuck at my clothes 

until you have exposed 

the tender flesh of my belly, the heat of my thighs, the roundness of my hips and all the essence of my nature 

that proves that 

"I" Brittannica ,

 am a natural born woman....

I'll stand exposed to every impeccable and judgmental eye... 

I'll let them watch my emotionless face

 as I allow you to carve your beautiful words all over my timid dampened flesh 

Like a double edged razor blade

I wait patiently as you sear in your definition of stupidity and shame

...

I let your words leave emotional scars 

like a 3rd degree burn 

that has been gently kissed across the apple of my cheek... 

I let your smooth and gentle hands of undiscriminating fear 

stroke my temple, place my hair behind my ear and 

trace the contours of my bottom quivering lip

...

You whisper in my ear

That you LOVE me

and

That there is nothing to fear

You say

 "Its okay to lie down and gracefully take it.

To Whimper.

To CRY 

LET US HEAR

...

You laugh because you smell my weakened spirit

But I will NOT give you the satisfaction of my tears...

I have been undone

and

My words are lying there in pieces...

as you walk on the broken metaphors and rhymes

my heart recognizes 

the familiar sound of crunching dead leaves

I  may have been undone

but I am not broken.

* excuse any errors... love, your typo whore

Let me properly introduce myself...

I'm Briti ( Brittannica)... I'm 21 years old and I reside in the beauty and comfort of Texas's best countryside.

 Beside having a rather soft secret obsession for bluebonnets and red bandanas... A large part of my heart has been imprinted with the enteral words of shakespeare and "Life as we know it"... I'm this geeky, ALWAYS indecisive, incredibly clumsy, and sometimes very nosy girl who tends to wear her <3 on her sleeve. I'm also amusingly uncoordinated at the oddest times, an iPod wearer at every given chance, a single and double handed TOUCH screen texting machine. I speak three different languages, I can cook a decent gourmet meal and some wicked pastries too... I'm an iridescent poetry writer, a 10 minute snooze hitting, laughing and stammering ( according to a friend of mine) when I get nervous, shower singing, ground stomper like my eight year old brother when I become gravely upset... an avid music listener of ALL sorts, a Barnes and Noble V.I.P shopper, Caramel Macchiato addicted Book Worm. I'm a frequent visitor of my happy place, I'm pro-God, an inside Joke Comedian, a hopeless romantic, a life saver, a friend, a big and little sister... I'm a professional google(r) and iTune(r), a writer with ABSOLUTELY no editing skills, an UGG and Batman Chuck wearer ( thats an oxymoron LOL). I take almost everything personally and without a doubt I'm a lover and not a fighter... Unless I am fighting for the ones I love... 

Regardless of who you are I feel like my soul purpose in life is to keep that KOOL-AID smile implanted on your face. and In case no one has told you today... I <3 You! 

Welcome to the HAUS of Passionately Insane Lyrically Potent Writing... What inspires you?

For me its waking up before dawn while the world is still quiet and unmoving... 
Retrieving my notepad and pen and echoing the silence of beauty unto endless pages of maddening insanity... The demure silence broken by a familiar little Beep, Beep... BEEP!. My self sufficient black and decker aromatically teasing the air with folger's in your cup... saying fluently in french "Déplacez votre paresseux... Merci."... Move your lazy donkey ( we americans say... ass) Thank You!
Damn! Almost all of the quiet is gone... Reluctantly I tread carefully down my mini corridor into a new space of quiet unequivocal bliss... Two "sugars in the raw, a little cream in my frenchie folger's cup... What can I say? His words move me... I sigh and breathe in that heavy aroma like those lame ass commericals do and into nothing... but pure... ***COOOCADOODLE DOO**.. I'll be damn If my red,blue, or rum raisin necked neighbor's rooster didn't just coocadoodle doo while I was about to sip on my frenchie folgers? 

If you hadn't guessed writing inspires me, laughter inspires me, lyrics inspires me like the words below... and the beautiful people that you are... that are reading this... Inspire me... Have a great day my lovely... ♥ I hope Inspired you 

"Coffee at 6 a.m. 

Listening to your convictions

How to be a better man

This day of our condition...

Watching the war inside

Voices that never rested

Keeping you up at night

Saying the words you hated...

Now that you're earth and stone

Whisper to me, "Hold on, on'

Do you know what is life

Life without heaven?

Do you?

♥ Alpha Rev...

* excuse any typos... I'm a bona-fide typo whore... sue me!*