They Hear Me

I cried for you in my car.

I rapped about our struggles.

I told the imaginary crowd how I wish I never left you.

But, I left to come right back.

Stronger than before.

I have the solutions to our problems.

If only you’d listen…

& you did.

You heard the roar.

I stopped the car to read a message from you wanting to know where I was.

I am in your heart…

xoxox, Big Sister, Mom & Dad

I Don’t Owe You Anything

I told you the day you offered your space;
My place was the couch.
No, no you insisted I slept on the spare bed;
Not to dread, you were emotionally detached too.
What that meant for me was not what it meant for you.
You see, for me, that meant safety.
It meant a place I could be. Just be. Simply.
Boundaries were set, yet, not clear enough.
My head, not sure enough, of myself.
Lo and behold, you stole my dream and painted in black.
Cast a safety net…
Over my head and now I cannot breath;
But I cannot see a better way out of here.
Your voices justify my terrible sense to deny you.
Terrible, they say, when all I want is to walk away.
Without giving you a damn thing;
Because I let down my walls,
Only to be ashamed.

xoxox, the fallen goddess

Illustration by Nikki Valencia aka SoulBunni

Damn.

We all want to be seen for what we cannot see. The way we push for likes and allow hands to rub on our bodies. We are hurting, deep down under the sea. Sea of emotions, repressed, not released. A sea in a jar; a never ending dream.

Know that I see you. I will know that you see me. We can let go of the ideas of physicality. There is much more beyond what two eyes are trained to see.

There is magic within you and me. There is a magic that lives beyond sight, and fear never rises. There is a magic that flows freely. No sea in the jar, for all to see. We will feel. Feel what is beyond sight. Feel what brings us to flight. Always in the right place at the right time; as time will vanish when you move freely.

 

xoxox, rooted in the Unseen

Illustration by Mari @sweatykid

I See You

We were both taught to suck it up
Taught to take their shit
Hear their opinions
Feel their pain

We were both taught to keep our mouths shut
To jump when told
To shut up
To sit up

What is the difference between us?
You have let the silence be engrained into your soul
I refuse the silence
I have a voice to be used
I have an opinion to be shared
I have love far deeper than the scars they left

I feel sorrow for you
Knowing you were once a lighthouse for those lost in their emotions
Knowing you still are, occasionally
You are in heart
You dimmed your light to be obedient
Now you silently scream to those you see lost; but they cannot hear you
If only they could see you…

 

xoxox, where’d you go?

Vegas Tribe’s 5th Anniversary Drum Circle

If you are in Las Vegas dreaming of a conscious community who supports each other, you’ve found Us…

What do you need? What do you desire? What can you give? Answer those key questions, and then make your way to a Vegas Tribe event. All you could ever hope for is found in all the beautiful souls who facilitate and inhibit these gatherings.

We live together, a group of us we call a Tribe
We thrive together, for in this space we cannot hide
We reflect each other, vibrations of Gold and White
We hear the others, with open ears and open minds
-Brianna Florian

Come young ones. Feel the love.
xoxox, Your Guardian Angels

 

MEDIA from A Day In The Life

 

I Have A Dream

For Free!? For Free!?
Now they are screaming at me.
How could it be I give art for free!?
It makes no sense, you see.

To me, I see, a New World.
One for You and Me.
A world of abundant creativity.
A life of luxury without money.

It is possible, you see.
Or maybe you do not.
Maybe you are possessed with the money entity.
A God, who hails negativity.

Work, slave. He says to you.
Not to me, you see…
I live for free.

xoxox, Florian