Bria Lamonica

Joined July 2024

51 stories

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Hi :)

I’m Bria and I am a writer/fashionista/corporate girly.

I hope you find solace in my writing and it brings you whatever emotion you need to feel today :).

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Happy Place
I sit in Epcot and I watch the cranes search for food on the warm cement. There is a slight breeze that gently blows the grass along the gates of the water.
By Bria Lamonica11 months ago in Poets
Romance isn't Dead in New York
I leave 1400 Broadway with a cold cup of coffee in my hand and a hair in my eyes. I see him standing there in a Zara peacoat
By Bria Lamonica11 months ago in Poets
Dear Self, Be Kind to Me
Sometimes I realize that I am my own biggest critic. How did that happen? I wonder when I became my worst enemy, when I turned against myself.
By Bria Lamonica11 months ago in Poets
Nostalgia is the Killer of the Future
Sometimes I look back on our life and think about how it was so Together, So intertwined. One life experienced simultaneously by two different souls.
By Bria Lamonica12 months ago in Poets
The Ode to Wishing I Could Absorb into my Bed
In the morning I turn up the music so it is louder than my thoughts. I’ve really hated my thoughts lately. It seems like we aren’t even on the same team anymore.
By Bria Lamonica12 months ago in Poets
Just Visiting
When I'm back in your city and you don't even call I don't get sad anymore. Because really, it's forcing me to love myself.
By Bria Lamonicaabout a year ago in Poets
Red Hat
I pass him in Central Park in the snow. The snow is at the point where it's still beautiful, but about to turn mushy and grey.
By Bria Lamonicaabout a year ago in Poets
The Summer of 16
My best friend and I hold each other’s hair as we cry. Her’s is the color of the sun. “Is everything supposed to be this hard?” She asks me.
By Bria Lamonicaabout a year ago in Poets
Ocean’s Calling
In September, I looked over at my brother who was standing next to me in the pouring rain. He’s younger than me but somehow seems so much older, and wiser.
By Bria Lamonicaabout a year ago in Poets
Everyone's Favorite Guy
He was audacious. Loud. Evereyone knew the sound of his laughter, the sound his hand made when it touched a shoulder in greeting.
By Bria Lamonicaabout a year ago in Poets
Ode to Me
Dear Me, I was thinking a lot about who I could write a letter of gratitude to, since I have a lot to share, and then I thought of you (me).Who knows more about what I have done for myself, than you? Please see below for my list of six grateful thoughts, from me, to you (me).
By Bria Lamonicaabout a year ago in Humans
Watercolors
Watercolors He paints pigment in between the cracks Where the spaces of your life leave room And open wounds. The paint fills the shallow divots with an intense red,
By Bria Lamonicaabout a year ago in Poets

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Happy Place

Romance isn't Dead in New York

Dear Self, Be Kind to Me

Nostalgia is the Killer of the Future

The Ode to Wishing I Could Absorb into my Bed

Just Visiting

Red Hat

The Summer of 16

Ocean’s Calling

Everyone's Favorite Guy

Ode to Me

Watercolors

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