365 Days of Poetry — Day 119

The music, perfect and smooth about the air, tantalized the guests of old and new. It was the bond between the couples that danced among the simplest of hues; they were dressed in black and white, and the host bore royal blue. They danced. They drank. They became so unaware, for it was the hour of the highest moon, where no face held not a scare. For it was there, in the darkest of night, that death met all at purest of blithe. It was pitched; from there on, it was pitched.

- Brittany Rose

“Unclean Hands” (Spoken Word): 365 Days of Poetry — Day 118

Let me know what you think!

PS: As you can see, I have decided to make my spoken word part of 365 DOP; poetry is poetry, right? (:

- Brittany Rose

365 Days of Poetry — Day 117

The wind in stifled from the best;
The hearts of the great, rise and set in the west.
It is uncommon and without reason;
It is unheard of to the ones unseasoned.

- Brittany Rose

365 Days of Poetry — Day 116

My heart swells with love, just at the sight of your perfect face.
It’s features are so distinct — formed by the hand of God himself.
With every indentation and protrusion — every trait –
Beauty and an unmistakable wonder for life come forth.

- Brittany Rose

Inspiration: My boyfriend, D. and the music of Iron&Wine.

Spoken Word: Move Me

Here it is, my first spoken word video! Check it out. (:

- Brittany Rose