The Works of Brynne Marin

"To write a poem is to hide from your fears. Sure, your words are flowered and fluffed with silly similes and melodic metaphors... But for what? Why not write out your thoughts in a plain, full-lined manner? (As any fair man might do.) Because you are afraid! You hide behind your rhyming rhetoric and ambiguous alliteration because you fear that they will disagree! You make them strip away your babbling bark so that only your most dedicated and trustworthy readers will know your secrets! Well, hear me now, and hear me well, I disdain your methods and spit on your "pieces of art" and until the day the grim reaper takes me like a stand of wheat I will always hate poetry ."

Once thought I life be dark shades of shadow; Pondering a bane abhorring color, But whisk’d, I stood to tip on a plateau, Life rocked and tilt’d me; I lacked valor, I fell; falling, I glimpsed a world too sweet, One taste: mind crashed huge waves of confusion, Sight bore thou gleaming in quaint waves of heat; Thy hair a rainbow: surely delusion? And suddenly the grey tint fled my view, Lovely as lights flash on thy crystal gaze, My world held splashes of color anew, I perepend’d it a dream shroud in haze, Until I glanced at thee once more, I see, I have fallen still for the heart of thee.

The Conquests of the Spanish Conquistadors: For the Greater Good? In 1492, the renowned explorer, Christopher Columbus, reached the sandy shore of Hispaniola and kick-started the great Era of Exploration encouraging more Spanish explorers to voyage to the Americas. These explorers, dubbed conquistadors , journeyed to four parts of the Americas: the Caribbean Islands, Central America, the Mainland, and finally, northwestern South America. Although they weren’t always the kindest conquerors, their accomplishments were commonly for the greater good. First, the Spanish routes to the Americas first directed the conquistadors to the Caribbean Islands. The conquistadors, like Columbus, had many reasons to travel there, such as for the attainment of gold, slaves, and fame, and the mere call of curiosity. All of these hopes were achieved, and the settlements they established were the beginning of settlements soon to cover half of the Americas. Although their colonization of these islands was...

"Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead" - A Poem Based on the Movie (Based on the Play) Movie (and Play) Directed and Written by Tom Stoppard Poem by Brynne Mittleider The flip of a coin: an endless pattern of heads Never to show tails it may seem The water spirals in an endless cycle, A whirlpool at the start? While beyond is a journey The storytellers met The foretelling foretold The conflict beginning to rise The waves gain force Power has risen! Discoveries are made in the distance Important, though not does it seem That much heed is paid from the skeptic To the discoverer… Further on the horizon the skeptic and the discoverer search Until- He is found! He is watched! He is questioned… Does the placement of weight on this man’s shoulders mean he must be made dead? His wonders… His sorrows… His common question: to be or not to be? A voyage across waters has begun With the discoverer and the skeptic labelled as esc...

Every world a step away, A step I cannot take, My feet are sinking Into the sand But I have too much to wait, So I try to walk, I try to leap, I try to move an inch, But a weight still keeps my feet in place, And my feet it's starting to pinch, The pain increases, I have to move, I fall unto the ground, and With my hands I pull the sand Screaming without a sound, But still, I cannot reach my dreams, Still, to no avail, I'm Screaming, hurting, moving not But they musn't hear my wails.

I love her love, as her love flows through me, Like a river running, and never ceasing, and never rushing: Her love is steady, and heals me as it streams, Her love shapes her eyes and her tender heart, (She is beautiful.) Her love cushions my heart when it breaks and joins the pieces to reunite them, and her love flows from her heart and replenishes mine so that never will I cry without her, Her love kisses my cheek, Her love fells my desperation, Her love encourages my belief, A mother’s love is beautiful.

My sister has a broken hand, so broken it cannot write, and like a house without a door, she’s a bottle with a cap too tight: Waves rise within her, and crash against her skin, and when her hand cannot release it, through her mouth words explode from within. Friendly eyes become unsure, and smiles turn to frowns, and when the hurting hurts too much, her tears fall ‘till the sun goes down. My sister has a broken hand, one once used to write, and now the sea of emotion rises, and she drowns without a light.

[Spoken] So before, I’d never really liked a girl Until a few months ago, this was a whole new world But when I saw your face and your hair in a curl I knew I’d be in for a brand new whirl [Verse 1] ‘Cause you got that gay wavin’ in the wind Got those flat shoes just waitin’ for a spin And that heart that I really want to win What chance did I have when you walked in- [Chorus 1] Grace, lace your hand with mine Oh, Grace, we’ll be just fi-i-ine Grace, won’t you put your arm around my waist? Grace, mend my heart with your smile [Chorus 2] Because you say that your face is on the wrong side You say that your waist is a little too wide Well, I see the beauty you pretend to hide I see the heart that I wish were mi-i-ine And I smile [Chorus 3] Grace, oh, Grace I was swept off my feet Grace, oh, Grace You got me dancing to your beat Grace, oh, Grace Every chance I get to see your face All I do is smiiiiiiile. [Verse 2] I came into the room, Unsuspecting Wh...

[Chorus] I seemed to hear the voices I seemed to love the lights I seemed to wish for a thousand more Minutes to sleep at night ‘Cause every single memory That I can still remember Seems to light up my night A million sparking embers. [Verse 1] Even when the day is hard And even when it’s dark The night just takes the last light But it still lights the spark To burn the rough emotions And destroy all the pain To light up my imagination Find hope in the rain And even when I hear the sadness The cries of despair I lie and wish them all to end I’ve held enough to bear. [Chorus] I seemed to hear the voices I seemed to love the lights I seemed to wish for a thousand more Minutes to sleep at night ‘Cause every single memory That I can still remember Seems to light up my night A million sparking embers A million sparking embers. [Verse 2] Every day, every year They all passed so fast The struggles always pile on The night failed to last Hours of sleep b...

Difference There is a difference Different Broken apart Separate. Serpents Two serpents Separate serpents Winding Twisting Biting Hating Fighting Endlessly. Shattered A broken mirror Two faces Different faces A crack Is a wall Shattered Separation Sadness. Reflection I see no difference Tamed serpents Almost the same in the mirror Whole mirror No crack, No shatter No separation.

To love but not know if your love is true To want but be too scared to show longing If a mind is broken, if a heart is trapped in a knot too strong to be released, Then a soul you must depend on But your soul tends to wander, to float away into the light Out of your grasp as you reach Your hand is pushed away as the light fades You are left in the dark, trapped in a nightmare You cannot fall asleep in a nightmare You cannot rest and travel to a dream in a nightmare You are alone Cold starts to cover you into a cocoon Chills creep up your spine as you sit in the darkness A tear slowly slides down your cheek but no more will come Too afraid to cry for the help you have longed for for so long Too afraid to soak your face in your sorrows for fear they might see You draw, you write, you learn, you know, you speak, you help, you run, you try, but no! This you cannot do! This they cannot see! They would never look at you the same if only they knew!

[Chorus] Voices, voices, in my head Voices, voices, wake the dead Every little wall inside this house Is shaking Every little hope of stopping the shouts Is breaking It’s everywhere It’s hurting me I can’t stop the hurricane That’s ripping my ears apart That’s breaking my sad heart. [Verse 1] He yells and yells And that’s all he does He doesn’t even check in To see if we’re fine, ‘cause For all of the words stuck in his head He can’t seem to form them into a single sentence That forgets all the pain But it’s replaced with care To know if we’ve crumbled from his angry glare But no, that’s not him He’s too stuck up to see That all we do is to try to be A child he can be proud of Admit they’ve surpassed him Allow to be how they are Instead of hiding all their scars! And causing the [Chorus] Voices, voices, in my head Voices, voices, wake the dead Every little wall inside this house Is shaking Every little hope of st...

Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-wah-oh Chtoo-chtoo-chtoo Chtoo-chtoo-chtoo Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-wah-oh Chtoo-chtoo-chtoo Chtoo-chtoo-chtoo 'Cause I see every word, every second, every smile I see all this love, and it goes on for miles I wish I could feel all this joy in the world But she's standin' there with her hair in a curl And I - can't wait - to go... Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-wah-oh Chtoo-chtoo-chtoo Chtoo-chtoo-chtoo Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-wah-oh Chtoo-chtoo-chtoo Chtoo-chtoo-chtoo I hear the hearts sing when I look on tv I feel the breaths catch when their loves they all see But I've got a girl with a smile they should teach And she's standing here, next to me And I - can't wait - to go... Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-wah-oh Chtoo-chtoo-chtoo Chtoo-chtoo-chtoo Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-wah-oh Chtoo-chtoo-chtoo Chtoo-chtoo-chtoo I wish every day, every night, oh my love To see just one sign like a bright, silver dove To take all o...

From dusk 'till dawn I wait for the moment When dreams switch to life A whole new world is open to me But it's all just the reality I wait for a sign of difference But it all seems to make sense. While the dogs all howl And the bats roam The chill breeze whistles And the clubs smell of cologne I lay here in the darkest hour And in the darkness I cower. The sun is gone, yet the shadows stay In my bed, I lay in wait The monsters beneath All bear their teeth And I stay here Tear on my cheek. Then the sun shines through And I remember the truth How dusk 'till dawn Is when I sleep And my dreams always get The best of me.

Ow! Help from you, ain't for me Every time I look, I still can't see That your words are comfort And written with effort But the well only goes that deep I used to think that if you’d leave It would finally leave me be, oh You try to help, but my heart's too hard You try to stay, but I walk too far You can’t admit that I don’t know what friends are You can’t admit that I don’t know what friends are. Wait for me after class I hope my breath won’t catch Later we'll text 'till the sun rises Yet I still think you're biased ‘Cause you're only there at my worst times 'Guess I gotta join the line I wish I could see your eyes But you hide them behind your lies Truth has a cost, Yours is free, Where should that leave me? I look for the light When the room seems bright And I hate the spark That ruins the dark Guess I need to fix my heart. Help from you, ain't for me Every time I look, I still can't see That your words are ...

When I look at your face I see scarlet Not the blood of a foe Nor the smile of a friend I see scarlet The color of a rose in full bloom The color of your lips’ darkest hue The color of a heart just meant for you Cause I look at your eyes All I see’s a sunrise And I wanna be watching it with you When I look at your eyes I take all my lies And I suddenly just wish them away. Oh scarlet, oh scarlet Scarlet what have you done? You cloud my mind And take my heart And just leave a rose behind. You’ve got the face Of an angel One that’s just not meant for me Cause I see the way you look at her And I know it's time to go I’ve smiled a million times But one of yours all but Takes that breath of mine And all I can do is look At what I wish– I wish were mine. Oh scarlet, oh scarlet Scarlet what have you done? You cloud my mind And take my heart And just leave a rose behind.

   “In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue.” Most Americans remember this historical rhyme every Columbus day when everyone gets to stay home and celebrate America’s discovery. But was it really discovered by Christopher Columbus, an Italian explorer that sailed to America under the supervision of the Spanish monarchy? In fact, America wasn’t first found by Columbus. He also wasn’t a very kind explorer. Nor was he the visionary many believe that he was. Although Christopher Columbus opened trade routes between Europe and what he thought were the Indies, he was mistaken in some of his views of the world, at times credited with false accomplishments, and contributed to the destruction of the Native American population in the Bahamas.    Christopher Columbus was a talented explorer, but many of his beliefs weren’t accurate. First of all, for Christopher’s entire life he believed that he had landed in the Indies, the areas of south and southeast Asia. This misc...

The whispers are knives Rows of metallic teeth on one side One prick could draw blood Each one stuck in my chest Even when I try to tell Even when I try to stop the pain It still hurts to rip a knife from your chest So the pain increases As my mouth continues to form words The wound widens And even when a friend tries to help It still hurts to rip a knife from your chest. Words are still words Whether in paper or in air Whether in a whisper or a scream Or a text on a screen Pain still stays the same The knives still rip my heart But its serrated edges Its sharp rows of teeth They still stay stuck Tears are still tears Whether in sorrow or anger Whether helpless or dripping down his shoulder Or her’s And the knives drive deeper From just the thought The idea Of her name. Whispers between the lines Spoken with the slightest breath But the knives remind me That my whispers are still whispers No matter the volume, I cannot open my mouth If someone else k...

I’m standing here In the rain Drops pour down, Mixing with the salt of my tears Our Mother pitying my despair. Her smile mocks me, But her eyes portray their true innocence Sure, she didn’t know Still doesn’t Even if the knife is still stuck in my chest. They say guilt lies on your shoulders But I learned broken love pierces your heart And that’s the way I’m left Standing in the rain Without a clue, that’s what they all are Shadows passing me with umbrellas over their ignorant heads Hair dry, faces in a frown But no tears soak their eyes Alone, that’s what I am That’s all I am. Sure, I told him But he can’t understand His perfect eyes, hair, body That is mockery at its finest But I’m used to it Friends cause joy and pain But I’m used to it By now. He says love is strange He says love works in many ways He doesn’t know love He doesn’t know love as it is ripped from your soul And poured into the puddles made from my tears She might know love But not ...

   Welcome to the new version of this blog! It's a completely different style, title, and background. Typically I write short stories, as you have seen from my previous posts. I will continue publishing stories like before; however, I will also be adding more first person pieces arguing against or for different ideas occurring today or just about interesting events that took place recently. Thank you all for visiting A Kid’s Guide To a World Built On Ignorance!

Grey by Brynne M. Hey. Hey. How do you feel? What do you think? I think you’re hurt. I’m worried. The world… it feels grey. It IS grey. Why is the world grey? Because she’s gone! I saw her five months ago and now I’ll never see her again! I know how you feel. I do. No, you don’t!!! I’m sorry. I know you are. Talk to me, please. Tell me why your world is grey. An ‘x’. That’s it. A single ‘x’ on a single page. No word, no picture, no special difference from every other day crossed out in this month. No sign, saying, “This day was different. This day every soul should lower their eyes and take off their hats.” It was just one ‘x’, but it was the end of something that was just too young to stop. What was her name? Her name was Michael. She could walk. She DID walk. She DID laugh, she DID smile, she DID love. She felt so many things, had to endure so much pain, but she still brought forth positivity that sprea...