Always with You

by Brianna G. Harte

Only moments remain

Before boarding begins

And an adventure will start,

The first without you.

 

Don’t say it’s the end

Of the lover’s story

Because with neverending thoughts,

Our relationship will stay strong.

 

When I am in the plane

And you on the ground,

Each cloud we may see

I will think of you and you of me.

 

With memory,

The dead live.

With faith and fidelity,

Separation has no meaning.

 

Remember this while I leave,

And you never need to worry.

I will always be yours,

And you will always be mine.

Copyright © 2017 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.

La Versión Española: Siempre Contigo

Sobreviviendo En Té

por Brianna G. Harte

Energía del té

Ojos abrochados en las páginas

La música resonando en las orejas.

Debo concentrarme, debo concentrarme.

La luz brillante cayendo hacia abajo

Distracciones paradas fuera

Atascado en una caja

Debo concentrarme, debo concentrarme.

Tanto atención tengo que dividir

Pero, ¿cuánta atención tengo

Que puede ser dividida en un millón

Y calidad con esa?

Debo concentrarme, debo concentrarme.

Viva, respire, sobreviva, sobreviva.

Copyright © 2016 Brianna G Harte. All rights reserved. // Derechos de autor © 2016 Brianna G Harte. Todos los derechos reservados.

Writing Plan

Hey everyone!

I’ll be starting to write more soon! There will be more short stories and regular stories! I need your help. Do you want to read more of a story I was working on previously, like The Aijan Codes, On the Other Side, Waiting On the Other Side, and Two Red Roses, extensions of short stories like Treasured, or completely new stories? Let me know in the comments! (For those of you who don’t know, I enjoy writing fantasy/sci fi the most, but I have written other genres as well!)

Other notes: You may see some art up on my blog in the coming weeks. They may inspire a story, be inspired by a story, or simply be something I think about and want to draw out.

Catch you later!

~Writing_With_Harte

Don’t Doubt, My River

by Brianna G. Harte

Come, my river, flowing by

Be free to dance beneath the sky

The land that hugs you holds you dear

And your people stand by you, no fear.

 

Listen, my river, hear the sound

Of people fighting upon the ground

With words and spirits held against

Forces that may cause chaos to dispense.

Flow, my river, never stop

For the words of others touch the cop

Who influence events under you,

Deciding what actions to pursue.

Hope, my river, without a fail

Despite your people hurt and in jail

Love is the greatest power we know

Resonating with you, with them, it grows.

Copyright ©2016 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.

Erase, Restart, Question

by Brianna G. Harte

Each mark you make

Every attempt to restart

All risks

Stealing time away,

Begging the question:

Is it worth it?

A cloud darker than the night

May not be a cloud at all.

A poem without description

Could be unattractive as mud.

Perhaps not asking

if it was worth the trouble

Or even why

Could lead us to see opportunity

Rather than erase, embrace.

Rather than regret, push forward.

Each decision made at all

Has meaning

And only when seen from a lighter side

Can it mean more than you thought.

Copyright ©2016 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.