“That time of year again..” By: Brittney

Isn’t it beautiful?? The obvious changes of the beautiful nature colors? The delicious, decadent, aromas that now seem to be everywhere? Or the warm, down home feeling that you get from the Fall air, that wraps itself around you.. I don’t think there’s any other season that demands presence, quite like the Autumn beauty. It leaves you with a feeling of love, warmth, comfort, and the anticipation of the closely dawning holidays..families seem to come  closer together, the fall/winter jackets come out of hiding, and more and more people begin to spend their days outside, enjoying the chill that kisses you on that evening or afternoon walk..a time for candles, pumpkins and falling
leaves..scarecrows, costumes, and fresh baked pies..So grab a good book, a hot pumpkin latte, find your favorite place outside, and enjoy a free gift from the beautiful mother nature.. Its that time of the year again..

” The Bridge..” By: Brittney Pratt

( Picture taken by: Brittney Pratt- At “The Bridge”)

She comes here often, to enjoy its peace. Sitting right next to edge of

the Lake, admiring the beauty in its stillness. She closes her eyes to listen to

the Musical melody carried by the warm summer breeze.  It’s a quiet Sunday.

The Only sounds are that of the singing birds, and the humming insects, that

Together, made a beautiful symphony.

” HomeSick..” -By: Brittney

I am a natural Born California Girl, but I left when I was 17 Years old. I grew up in a broken home, and was tired of being a ping-pong ball in a never ending game for my parents. So I left, and I traveled a little before deciding to call Waco, my new home. 

“Bohemia and Beyond..” By Brittney

So. For a while now, I’ve been trying to figure out which way to go in this crazy life of mine..

” This Journey…” by Brittney

Here we go again, time for yet another change,

Moving in a new direction, with a brand new steady pace.

Feeling … A Universal Language by Brittney

English, Spanish, German, Italian, or Korean – there are many different languages throughout this entire world, with many different emotions, and many different outlooks. Going to a new place,  having to learn new customs and new ways of life, can be overwhelming. 

“A New Season..” – Brittney Pratt

 A season fleeting, with a new one dawning, time for yet another change.

With new memories, and possibilities, and new experiences to be made.

When the illuminating greens, dull to a more subtle bronze,

and the chill in the air reminds us, that another summer has once again moved on.

The feeling of a year ending, and the anticipation of a new beginning,

the start of a holiday shopping craze, and the end of a Summer way of living.

It brings All Hallow’s eve, with costumes and sweets,

and a giant turkey feast on Thanksgiving.

As the beachfront, and lake-sides begin to change pace,

left only with reflections that friends will forever be re-living.

From hot and wild summer nights,

to the breezy whispers of an Autumn day,

We welcome this brand new season,

for love, and Romance, for friends, and for family,

for adventure, or for what ever gives you reason.

- BP

“Remember the Days..” by Brittney Pratt

I remember when all the children would play outside with all the other neighborhood kids. With Bright bouncy balls, sidewalk chalk, “skip-its”, sprinklers, and slip n’ slides. I remember sleepovers, or being invited over to a friends house for dinner. I remember homework right after school, and then being outside with friends until mom called us in to eat. I remember actually having to open a book for research, before “Google” and Iphone apps became an epidemic, before encyclopedias, and dictionaries became antiques. I also remember when a person had an issue or a conflict, it could usually be handled without Malice.

Now, today, there is an extreme difference. The youth today seems to have an infatuation with violence, and a fascination for pain, destruction, weapons, and some, death itself. This is definitely a new generation. Over the years, numbers have grown showing more and more people being bullied or hazed in some way. Whether its at home by family, or at school by peers..Its obvious that this is not yesterday’s today. Meaning, this is not the world it once was maybe decades ago. What used to be ” peace” and “one love” is now replaced with judgement, and fear, and violence.

 

Summer by Brittany

Summer. Everyone has their own perception, or idea, of how the perfect warm summer day should be spent. There are some who consider these days and these nights to be magical..

The father, who spends the whole day fishing, ands shares his passion with his children. Catching dinner, and bringing it home to cook up for their mama..To the adventurers, who love to camp out on a warm summer night, under a blanket of stars, lost in the middle of woods..To all the girls in bikinis, lathered up in oil, laying in the sun, trying to catch the perfect glow. Its a time to gather up the friends, and spend the hot days by the Lake, or at the beach, or swimming in an ice cold pool. Its a time for barbeque’s and sports, and friends, and the family. A time to break out the pretty summer dresses, a time to doll up, go out, and dance out under the warm summer night sky, with your best girlfriends, or best buddies..

Summer. No matter how its spent, it is magical, its a time to make the best memories to look back on, So one day you can look back on it, and ask, ” Do you remember that summer?”..      – BP

“Tomorrow”

If tomorrow fades away, and the world is left alone, What happens to today, when we all are dead and gone?

To the life, once over-bearing, to a mind once over crowded, To the blood once ever flowing, and the secrets never outed.

Where do the skies take refuge, where will the streams run end? How many thoughts have now been darkened, How many dreams are left UN-dreamt?

How will the birds sing their melodies?, How will the wind blow it’s kiss? Where stores the stolen memories? Where hides the eternal bliss?

To all the things once so important, Now into dark waters, The beating heart that’s no longer rhythmic, A future that has Faltered.

Where goes the humble whisper?, or yet the shrieking scream? The enchanting mountain tops, or subtle valley streams?

If tomorrow fades away, and the world is left alone, What happens to today, when we all are dead and gone?..                -BP

 

Her by Brittany

A step in life she has yet to take, A mile shes already taken…
So Sweet, the Smell of the temptress, the siren,
Emerging from the gates of exile, and hatred…

“Road Less Traveled..” by Brittany

Today is a good one. Life can throw curves, but if you know how to react, your world wont fall apart.

Sometimes, actually, more times than some, you come to a crossroad, and your forced to stop and think.

As you stare at the two paths, contemplating this one, or that one,  you can’t seem to form a single thought.

No right, no wrong, just which one? Well either one will take you. Take you on a journey, take you on an

an adventure someplace new, someplace different, other than where you are standing right now. When it

comes time for your decision, go with the one opposite of  your intuition and mind’s choice, the path, the road less traveled.

Take the experience and make it your own. Live for today.  – BP