Bryn M.

Bryn M.

📍California

33
Writings
22
Followers
42
Following
The Kiln

I fumble through life with brittle legs and eyes glazed over,

A fragile soul on the brink of shattering.


Through my foggy vision,

I can make out the shapes of

power-wielding figures.

I’m engulfed in mirages of moguls

and whispers of “follow me,”

each one promising a life of ease

and a happy ending.


It is then that a beam of lights breaks through my muddled thoughts,

lighting a clear path forwa...

In Memory

You cast us to the friendship boneyard in an untimely death.

Left to decay as communication halts and memories fade


A tragic loss that I tried to evade

But for things to work it must go two ways.

Avoidance, hurt feelings, an end without warning

a death march and a solemn funeral

except I’m the only one mourning


The tombstone reads “in memory”

and though the past is mostly dust,

still that’s the ...

3
Looking for Light

Every dawn that passes

reveals cosmic verity

that light persists on our behalf

if we so choose to see...

2
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At the Mercy of Mares

As your eyes lay to rest the beasts awaken

materializing in your bedroom

climbing up the bedposts


Lingering near your head

as if to spy on your dreams

and laugh at the prospect of twisting them


Suddenly, the beasts pounce in unison

clawing at your chest

seizing your cheerful visions and sanity


They dance across your ribcage

throwing off the steady beat of your heart

sending shockwaves of fear t...

2
The Writer’s Wardrobe

In a writer’s wardrobe are garments aplenty

All shades of sentiment, fabrics of experience, and threads of stories.


The writer has an eclectic style

and a willingness to wear pieces

many would never be seen in.


Fear, regret, anger, and sorrow once hung untouched, but the writer tries them on

without shame


looking into a full-length mirror,

modeling each piece with dignity,

shedding light on ...

A Miraculous Occurrence

70,000 people shoulder to shoulder

breathing in the open air and

belting their favorite lyrics


70,000 pairs of eyes fixated on

the stage, the screens, the artist,

their senses enraptured by

the flashing lights and ethereal voice


70,000 hearts beating in rhythm

sharing the same enthusiasm,

traveling to the same stadium,

and experiencing the same spectacle


70,000 souls together for one night,

ea...

Walking in Redemption

My dress sweeps behind me

as I tread heavily across the sand,

its edges tattered from wear

and stained golden brown


I carry with me evidence and memories

of moments that ripped me up

tore my heart like the fabric of my dress

and left me wearing thin


The dust swirls around me

consuming me in a haze.

I am both falling apart

and lost without direction


In that moment, a hand reaches out to me

thro...

Golden Scepters and Golden Arches

long rectangular prisms

side by side

a pale yellow

like blonde hair kissed by the sun


citric acid soaked splendor

their beauty perfectly preserved

even after 10 years at room temperature


a family of potato sticks

carb city

sodium central

bundled in a red and yellow home


paper bag protection

scent wafting through the car

drive thru then chow down

on glorious McDonald’s fries...

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✨Me✨

I walk through life on my own

own every step I take

take the high road when I can

can make hurting hearts feel known


Known to laugh a bit too loud

loud with friends; apart I’m not

not the kind to lose my head

head still often in the clouds


Clouds and sunsets make me smile

smile at all God’s blessed me with

with each day I start to learn

learn who I am is quirks in a pile...

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Belonging Heals

To have your heart understood

with its cracks and edges

and to have it held in sandpaper hands

smoothing its surfaces

not because they demand change

but because belonging heals...