Bria+Wimberly

"Poetry is emotion put into measure. The emotion must come by nature, but the measure can be acquired by art." - Thomas Hardy "Hate: my black handy pen scratching down on my flared jeans, jotting down my suicidal note for them to find." - Bria Wimberly
 * Quote**

plaster doesn't seem like much, liquid flows through my fingers, the white paste smacked across the wall. We don't thank plaster enough. It's perfect in every way, poreless yet colorful. Feel it's texture, the pasty gut from the bottom of the can, all the way to its thin crisp touch. We don't thank plaster enough. It covers up the flaws we all have.
 * Ode to Plaster**

I praise my 8th grade Math Teacher, Mr. Scornavacchi He preached around line segments and rays Taught us parabolas and spoke to us perimeters He took his time to tell us stories, he made sure everything was alright We all connected into one big algebra tree, dividing up into individual numbers Oh, you were more than a math teacher, you were my friend, you were my mind.
 * Praise Poem**

Dim lights my mind is set on the man, chocolate brown hair, crisp green eyes. dim lights His arms wrap around my waist as he gazed into my watery eyes, into my speechless mind. dim lights my heart was sound as we stepped in further, breathing his sweet air touching his rose tinted cheeks. dim lights Why am I here? Why can't my heart and mind decide on my fate? dim lights cast a shadow over two figures combined into one as I kiss his soft lips. Dim lights... was all I could remember at that breezy night at the park, because I knew, that this love will soon be forgotten, like the dim lights, fading into the new day.
 * Sonnet**

Spider's Web: I met a stranger, His name was Danger, We rode side by side. Down in Santa Fe, I killed a man they say Danger told me, "Ride!"
 * Riff Poem**

Now if I return, They will hang me, By the old oak tree, Down by the mission, Down by the fountain, Where my love told me:

There's a web like a spider's web, Made of silk with light and shadows, Spun by the moon in my room at night. It's a web made to catch a dream, Hold it tight 'til I awaken, As if to tell me, my dreams are all right.

When I started to write poems, I felt like I was expressing myself, getting a chance to say what is on my mind. I begin by brainstorming what I want to write about and the order on how I will like to type it. Then I type the first thing that pop up in my head, and look up synonyms to sound more older. I care about my work and I like asking people what they feel about it, getting opinions and help. I like writing about different things, but I like talking about the different seasons and connecting things to another. I remember last year when we took one thing and blew it up, talking about the small details, I'm good with that as well. Poetry is easy to write, you just have to open your mind and start writing.
 * Statement about my poetry**