Bria Moir

About me:

.:Please Message Me Before Requesting Friendship:.

I would like to spend more of my time laying around watching the sky, or hanging out at the Arboretum, but I'm a full time student, and life doesn't always allow you everything you want.

I've been lucky thus far, I live in a wonderful place, and because of this gorgeous city I spend my weekends trekking through Forest Park in Portland. In the summer you'll find me by the Columbia River, enjoying a good book and the sunshine. I dig the outdoors.

Things that keep me happy include camping, day trips to the coast, new adventures, and exploring the world around me. I love going to Saturday Market, running around Portland looking for new and interesting items. I love to cook, I like creating new recipes. I'm into tea, all types, and hope to someday own a cafe.. with a whole wall devoted to teas from around the world. Of course I will have travel to places near and far and collect the tea myself. :] I love to have friends over for drinks and food tastings, all my friends have been guinea pigs at sometime... I'm all about good company, good wine and lots of good conversation...

My two twin tabby cats Huka & Suki are brilliant creatures, and if you've taken the time to get to know them, you would know this is true...

I like to think of myself as an open-minded person, I'm into good books and education. WORLD - PLEASE EDUCATE YOURSELF, AND ALWAYS ASK WHY. I'm a writer, a painter (watercolor), and believe pottery is therapeutic...Well art in general is the best medicine. I love the earth, I dig plants. :] I'm into green things, recycling, environmental awareness and Earth Day included. Call me a Hippie, I won't be offended. I believe in the Tree of Life, my tree is ever growing...


"Everything you do to me cannot be noticed with open eyes"



The Queen Of Everything

...It's just that sometimes things can be too real.
Too intensley real.
Too honest and bare.

Like the way you feel looking into the eyes of someone who loves you.
Or someone in pain.
Or the way you feel when you hear beautiful music...

It can be like looking into the sun,
You've just got to close your eyes,
Even go inside for a while.
Or keep it all at arms length with words like crazy
Covering it with a smooth layer of embarrassment.


.:Shades Pulled Down Tight:.

She paints her eyes black as night now,
She pulls those shades down tight.
She only smiles when the pain comes,
'Cause she knows the pain's gunna make everything right....

She sets in dark spaces;
She only kisses in loud places.
She only laughs when the rain falls,
'Cause she knows the rain's gunna cleanse tonight....

She spins in circles through the wind,
Her feet out the window, as she rides.
Soggy shoes and a lit cigarette,
She's hiding from the streetlights,
'Cause those lights are gunna end her flight....

She sings off tune, but she sings along,
She talks in whispers, and she won't cry.
She only shakes when she's searching,
'Cause she knows the findings are gunna feel just right....

She lays in fields and watches sky,
She talks to trees, and Father Moon.
She walks like rain tonight.
'Cause she knows the pain's gunna come tonight.... ..

Unknown Knowledge
...The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, The present worse than it is, And the future less resolved than it will be...

...SERENDIPITY...
Somehow in this vast world of crazy happenings, and corrupt occurrences we seemed to find something greater than words...
...Fate can be defined, but never explained. And so it is that within this solemn darkness I found a light that shone brighter than anything...
We had created an entity, never to be lost, forgotten or corrupt. We made Serendipity happen...Say, that within each of us is a cosmic light, and perhaps...someone...regardless of whom can see this light that is within us...
And as the lights flow, and we interact with one another...eventually...everyone will find, that one light...with whom they connect, on an unexplainable level...

__________________________________________________________ 65 Degree Weekend Distress
A fascination which hithers,
Something rotting to the depths of the railroad tracks,
My left arm is deduced to your jeans. Burning in the crooked pores, I taste you.
I can no longer expect you to see the broken window…a tunnel of ambition and lust, something I’m chasing after.
Maybe something you’re not wiling to let catch you.
Metal, which surrounds the confused conversation that mends the cuts,
And perishes scars.
Watching you tonight,
Like searching for intimacy,
And allowing the demon to fall across the bar
Of strength and adolescent desire.
Reaching for a mere possibility of insightful foreshadowing,
I creep to the ceiling corners…

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Autumn Leaves of Red

Green runs the aura of leaves in connection,
Seeking contentment within the ribs.
Watching the rain, the aura filters to lavender threads,
Passing by the man with square cuff-links on.
His grin transcends through purity and sweeps into the aorta - Booming Beauty.
Sand grinding flesh,
Anticipation pulsating through a three day stowaway.
Smoke trails through tall grass, and Redwood trees.
An old monk sanctuary, Peacock eyes, Branches grown together…
Days worth living.

Fog over wheat fields and lights reflecting in the pitch-purple night.
The notion on my watch holding grams of better times.
Pears of sweet star gazing skies fill the glass bowl.
Red seeps into this wet leaf…
My heart beats on without you,
In the crisp autumn light.

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