The Works of Brynne Marin

   “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!