Brandi L. Bates Quotes & Sayings

The sky is a tight gray sheet of Baroque prose pulled snug — Brandi L. Bates

The most empowering thing you can do though is to create innovative ways to bring in livable wages. That begins with a debt free lifestyle. — Brandi L. Bates

You and those shot-glass eyes, deep swirling pools of 80-proof firewater, with the depth and profundity of Saturn's spinning pulsars ... — Brandi L. Bates

Do little things every day that no one else seems to want to do, be patient, and success will find you. — Brandi L. Bates

Your skin reminds me of everything beautiful I've ever loved ...
how the moon gets jealous at how you mock her crescent figure with the shape of your mouth ...
echo of unborn galaxies bounce forth through your vocal chords ... — Brandi L. Bates

So I watch my sadness, gleaming in all of its soft pastel glory. And I listen to the arguments against my sanity. — Brandi L. Bates

His ruby red rimmed moist eyes were two glasses of cranberry. He wore a cashmere sweater the color of Earl Grey tea ... — Brandi L. Bates

You will be perpetually unhappy if you continue to refuse to walk in your calling. — Brandi L. Bates

Never accept yourself as a finished product. Be a finished product when you die. As long as you have breath in your lungs, expand yourself. — Brandi L. Bates

Although this man spoke pure fluent ghetto, she liked his spirit. She could tell he was attracted to her, and that he was being ever careful with his words. — Brandi L. Bates

Magic waited for me in the morning dew of this brand new day. And silence sang, so soft and low. It touched my sun dappled skin and kissed my parted lips. — Brandi L. Bates

Wrote my way out of the hood ... thought my way out of poverty! Don't tell me that knowledge isn't power. Education changes everything. — Brandi L. Bates

Some roses grow through concrete. Remember that. — Brandi L. Bates

On my John Coltrane. In a sentimental mood. — Brandi L. Bates

Wind as old as Rome outside my window, inky fleece clouds against charcoal crushed velvet skies, fall feels soulful, like a LaBelle octave. — Brandi L. Bates

Whatever it is you want in this life, be it material things, a place you want to be, or an experience you want to have, you must first make it real in the realm of your consciousness. — Brandi L. Bates

The light of an early Summer afternoon as it slips toward dusk has so many good things wrapped up in it.. — Brandi L. Bates

Sometimes I think the Most High believes I can shoulder the weight of 1000 stars. — Brandi L. Bates

When I'm drunk with feeling and nature is drinking from my lips and we reflect each other in our atmospheres, then my words come effortlessly and my fingers go into labor ... day or night. — Brandi L. Bates

Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and the ducks waddle into the lake. Thanking Mama Nature for her abundance. Loving this candied-sweet southern life. — Brandi L. Bates

Some books must be sipped slowly like a strong bourbon. Most books must be devoured more than once because as you age you distill more. — Brandi L. Bates

I will Basquiat the canvas of your body like a Broadway Junction wall ... and Gordon Parks you for those dark midnights when your scent fades. — Brandi L. Bates

All I could feel was love leaking in my soul and my heart seeping bits of heaven. — Brandi L. Bates

We've developed algorithms for orgasms, broken it down to a science, I spell out equations on the small of your back, your kisses, the most beautiful calculus I've ever studied. You do fractions and long handed division up my thighs, balance equations between my legs ... even my sharp clefts and C-notes can't match our depths ... — Brandi L. Bates

I would tell my 14 year old self to never ever, ever put all of your money in one bank account. And love the ones who love you back. You're going to want to quit ... DON'T! Oh, and get everything in writing. — Brandi L. Bates

Like caterpillars our metamorphosis begins with what comes from our mouth. Caterpillars spin silk cocoons from the mouth. We speak life or death, success or failure. All transformation starts with what comes from our mouth. — Brandi L. Bates

David's mouth dripped open slowly. He stood with his heels dug into my carpet, a dashed hope, a broken dream. No amount of money could top the priceless look that gathered on his face like an unmade bed. His eyebrows crumpled and furrowed like disheveled sheets. His lips curled into an acidic smirk. Confusion and shock collided in the cornea of his dilated pupils. He was a B.B. King song, personified. His entire body sang the blues. — Brandi L. Bates

Give me Pablo Neruda, picnic beneath a full moon & iridescent stars, black olives, cherries, dark things, canoe on a river ... that's romance. — Brandi L. Bates

A writer will divine a metaphor from a pattern on a dress, or a gesture, because sunsets have been done before. — Brandi L. Bates

Remember to remember: sometimes your adversary is your biggest asset. Where would David be without Goliath? Jesus without Judas? — Brandi L. Bates

Thighs made of hymns, I read 'em like I'm reading runes. Now tell me where my future lies ... your neck, can I Savion on it? — Brandi L. Bates

That night I wasn't reading your palm ... I was monogramming my fingerprints on the sidewalks of your lifeline. — Brandi L. Bates

Sometimes transitional periods in life leave you feeling like a great big jumble of loose, split ends. — Brandi L. Bates

Quality sells itself. No hype needed. — Brandi L. Bates

Every morning I look in the mirror and remind myself: "No one owes you sh*t!" In this way, I am never disappointed. Never placing blame. — Brandi L. Bates

When the door to my writing chamber gasps shut and the almost imperceptible sigh of a rose petal falls on my desk, I know that my muse is present. — Brandi L. Bates

I marveled over the cosmic metaphors in my life. Found that all I needed to see and all I needed to know; all I needed to understand could be found in a constellation shaped like the Big Dipper. — Brandi L. Bates

All things grow, flourish, die, and re-grow. Life and death are continuous and fluid. Like the Sun and the Moon which die and are reborn, so do the seasons and all living things. — Brandi L. Bates

Successful people replace the words "wish", "should" and "try" with "I will". — Brandi L. Bates

Lowkey punchdrunk off this Sangria-sweet love and all it's prodigious trappings ... — Brandi L. Bates

Can't even sleep through the night without you and those sun-dried ginger ale complected limbs crocheted into my thighs ... — Brandi L. Bates

Pain speaks louder than words ever could. Like most things it serves as both messenger and a symbol. — Brandi L. Bates

Fruit falls when you shake the tree. You have to keep making things happen. — Brandi L. Bates

Most people don't have real friends. You have people in your life waiting for opportunities to see what YOU can do for them. — Brandi L. Bates

Unapologetically smitten with thunderstorms ... the thought of rough sex beneath an acid washed moon and hydrated stars ... — Brandi L. Bates

In order to grow, I promise you'll have to let go of some habits. 10 times out of 10, they'll be the habits you're most in love with. — Brandi L. Bates

But believe it or not, I really do like to read. I don't think anyone can ever pull the wool over your eyes if you stay prayed up and read. Frederick Douglass said that no man can be a slave if he has knowledge. — Brandi L. Bates

On Slavery: The saddest slap in the face is we have NO monument, no real statues or memorials, no special day of Atonement or Remembrance (NOT ONE), no thanks for 400+ years of free labor, forced servitude across the Trans-Atlantic, ass beatings, buying ourselves and families out of slavery, rape and plunder ... but everyone else has monuments, special museums, and even movies. This is what America thinks of black people, so-called black president and all, who has been largely silent on this subject ... we'll even celebrate Leprechauns, Easter Bunnies, and Secretary's Day before we acknowledge our history. — Brandi L. Bates

He was miles past middle age with a gut that housed ample good meals. A patch of silver hair formed a trail from his forehead to the crown of his head where it dead ended with male pattern baldness. A sea of family photos took up residence on his desk. He sat back in a high-back leather swivel chair. Steepled hands. Robert Last Boots in Cognac Cordovan. Blue collar city worker with prestigious white collar dreams. — Brandi L. Bates

The greatest minds are like film, they take the negatives and develop themselves in darkness ... — Brandi L. Bates

Like the Bermuda triangle, she swallowed her victims whole. — Brandi L. Bates

With you in my hand I can travel across the universe in one verse and skip moons to the tunes of Miles or Coltrane. — Brandi L. Bates

Lick my finger so I can scan your table of contents- fuck the index- I yearn to ride your story line. — Brandi L. Bates