Always growing. Sometimes gone. But that's just a part of writing the song. Part of me withers. Some of me has power. Who am I?
Poetic Flower.
Saturday, August 08, 2009:
Beauty
Beauty is not something you see, but something you feel. It is an essence, a way of seeing things, an experience. You can see a picture and think that you've seen something beautiful; people take pictures of people and places, buildings and flowers, trees and mountains, lakes and sunsets. But you cannot feel the beauty until you've experienced it.


Brianna blogged on 11:24 pm
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Thursday, July 16, 2009:
<3 it's love
its locking eyes.
its our random talks.
its our stupid fights.
its the way you look at me.
its our long walks.
its smiling at each other from across the room.
its laughing at inside jokes at the exact wrong time.
its messing up.
its forgiving.
its life.

its love.

- brianna lee wiebe


Brianna blogged on 02:54 pm
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Never settle for mediocre. Never give up the best for anything less. Never let anyone make you feel one bit less than the beautiful, talented, amazing, funny, special, unique person that you are. Don't let anyone make you believe your worthless. And never get used to being treated badly. The only people worth crying over, are the ones that would never make you cry.

Look for the good in any situation and it will be there. Look for the bad in the same situation, and it will be all that you see. You could focus on all the darkness surrounding you for a moment, or you could notice the light at the end of the tunnel. Perspective is key. It can change the way you see anything or everything.

don't be quick to judge.
you may not know the hardships
people don't speak of.

Most people are just looking for my hidden flaws and problems, only to expose them. It's the people who aren't searching for my faults, that are the ones I want to show them to. Those people can fix my broken heart, right my wrongs and be there for me. They just know when I need a hug, or give me a hug when they don't even know I need it. They can know what I want to say by looking into my eyes, or can read my face better than a book. It's scary how well they know me, but they wouldn't tell anyone all my secrets for the world. The stupidest thing seems hilarious, the smallest details are the biggest deals. They cry with me about the littlest hurts, and make my smallest acheivements seem huge. Embarrassing, awkward, idiotic, crazy, lovable, amazing. Bestfriends.

Stupid Us :)
Sometimes we are so stupid, in the sense that whenever life gives us an oppurtunity, we spend so long hesitating, contemplating on whether we should jump right in or just wait and see if it's going to hurt or not, and it usually does. In those moments that we spend thinking about if we should do something or not, reality steps in, and that oppurtunity passes us by.
So, when you see a puddle. Jump in it. :)

brokenhearts</3
I've come to the conclusion that there is no way to mend a broken heart. Nothing you can do will make your heart complete again. With every person you've loved, they take a piece of your heart with you that you'll never get back. But it'll still be a heart. And once upon a time someone out there will pick up the leftover pieces of your heart and find them more beautiful and extraordinary and special than when your heart was one piece.

Suck it up :)
Honestly, the best advice I can give for when you get hurt in life, is just suck it up and move on. I mean, sure, put on your rain boots 'cause life will get stormy. But it won't always be that way. And when life changes for the better, when clouds turn to sun, what will you do with those rainboots? Cause they can only weigh you down after awhile.



Brianna blogged on 02:10 pm
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Thursday, June 04, 2009:
no title? <3
So, today after my bus dropped me off, I was walking home from school in the rain. I could've tried to stay dry or something. Put my hood up. Kept my shoes on. But I took my shoes off and jumped in puddles instead, let the rain fall all on my head. Sometimes, it feels good just to not care about what other people think. But there are times when it matters. I think its about finding the right balance between others and yourself. There's a point where you need to realize that life won't always be based on others opinions of you, but at the moment, they may affect you a lot. I try not to care, but there are people that do mean a lot to me and I really do care about what they think of me. I'm not saying I'd change everything about myself to make them happy. But there are some things inside of me that they've made me realize that I need to change.


Brianna blogged on 06:20 pm
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Friday, May 29, 2009:
oh the silly games we play <3
Maybe sometimes you just try too hard to be someone that you never wanted to be in the first place. I've come to realize that life isn't a popularity contest. Life isn't a game, or a beauty pageant. Life isn't love. It really isn't. Life is finding who you are. As a real person. Finding beauty in simplicity. Finding beauty in yourself. Some people never find that.


Brianna blogged on 07:22 pm
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The person that breaks your heart and smashes it to the ground like a touchdown in a football game is not the person that you want to give your heart to again. The person that can take your broken heart and make you feel beautiful and whole again is the person that you would never take your heart away from in the first place. :)


Brianna blogged on 05:23 pm
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Monday, May 25, 2009:
love&&flowers
Flowers grow and sometimes fade. People come and go. Summer turns to winter days, but even they too will go. Snow that falls will soon melt. Flowers spring up and die. Love may fade away as well and tears that fall will dry. We make mistakes, we all screw up. Sometimes we fall so hard.
But sometimes we fall into love, and love will take us far.


Brianna blogged on 05:24 pm
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Wednesday, May 20, 2009:
choices
Life is a choice. You can choose to live, or you can choose to die. You can choose to run, or you can choose to fight. You can choose to love, or you can choose to lie. You can choose to hide in darkness, or you can choose to face the light. You can open yourself up, or close yourself off. You can be happy, or you can be sad. I mean, sure, a lot of people and situations influence your choices, but in the end, you ultimately decide. As small and insignificant that you might see yourself as, your big enough to come to your own conclusion.

- brianna lee wiebe


Brianna blogged on 02:27 pm
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Most people are like books. Easy to read, once you open them up. Can't always judge them by their cover. But when you do, your probably right. The ending of the book is always the best part. I'm not just like a book though.
I'm like a diary.
More personal, more secretive, more interesting. It takes more than just turning a page to read me. You need the key.


Brianna blogged on 02:26 pm
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009:
pencil strokes
More and more I am becoming the type of person that sees beauty in the smallest detail, finds joy in the simplest gesture. A hug, advice, rain or even a smile could make my day. I have come to realize that yes, life is a big picture. But the picture would not be beautiful if it weren't for all the small pencil strokes.


Brianna blogged on 04:28 pm
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