Submissions by BrookeAlynn
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I just go through phases of spilling, I'm not structured, I just write to escape at times.
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Published
26th Dec 2024 11:56am
26th Dec 2024 11:56am
Cool Water
I'm not a moth to the flame, my strength is the variable, because I know that any strength I have left is allotted, it is not my own.
The lengths I've came and what I'm willing to travel, that is...God willing of course.
Yesterday, as I conceded to the lies, I broke under pressure and hurt.
Maybe I didn't handle it professionally, stoicism not my first reaction, but then again, I'm only human.
There is no trust that blooms from a rotten lie.
I catch them with regret more frequently.
I have found the well spring, I know of it's existence, how when the life of the...
The lengths I've came and what I'm willing to travel, that is...God willing of course.
Yesterday, as I conceded to the lies, I broke under pressure and hurt.
Maybe I didn't handle it professionally, stoicism not my first reaction, but then again, I'm only human.
There is no trust that blooms from a rotten lie.
I catch them with regret more frequently.
I have found the well spring, I know of it's existence, how when the life of the...
#forgiveness
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Published
25th Dec 2024 5:21pm
25th Dec 2024 5:21pm
Love
Simplicity, not synchronicity.
#forgiveness
#hope
#love #strength
#love #strength
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Published
25th Dec 2024 3:39pm
25th Dec 2024 3:39pm
Attention Mr.
To Whom It May Concern,
Trusting any government to justly and adequately cure world hunger by giving them billions is not the right avenue.
I mean, you really think they don't have access to that kind of money anyways? Lol
That's why there is world hunger to begin with.
Get to ground level citizens, where real people exist that would distribute with their hearts and not their agendas.
Trusting any government to justly and adequately cure world hunger by giving them billions is not the right avenue.
I mean, you really think they don't have access to that kind of money anyways? Lol
That's why there is world hunger to begin with.
Get to ground level citizens, where real people exist that would distribute with their hearts and not their agendas.
#gratitude
#kindness
#respect
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Published
24th Dec 2024 1:02pm
24th Dec 2024 1:02pm
Bold Lights
Dear God,
As I pen this brutally honest letter, it aches in my soul how mankind has been lied to, to the point where truth has all but been lost.
Ive always been scared, scared I would get it wrong, the whole faith and truth thing.
What if tradition has lied? What if we have just believed what we have passed down for so long and because we are scared to offend you, we just keep in it. I want you to know, from the depths of my heart, I will believe whatever you require me to believe in. My faith is in you, God of Abraham. You are the head, the God of love. If you say your son...
As I pen this brutally honest letter, it aches in my soul how mankind has been lied to, to the point where truth has all but been lost.
Ive always been scared, scared I would get it wrong, the whole faith and truth thing.
What if tradition has lied? What if we have just believed what we have passed down for so long and because we are scared to offend you, we just keep in it. I want you to know, from the depths of my heart, I will believe whatever you require me to believe in. My faith is in you, God of Abraham. You are the head, the God of love. If you say your son...
#Christian
#prayer
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Published
10th Jun 2024 6:53pm
10th Jun 2024 6:53pm
Forgiveness
All I want to do is sleep anymore.
I curl up on the couch with my pillow, which is a stuffed bear I've had for ten years, he fits my neck perfectly. He needs a wash and new stuffing quite frankly, to once again engorge his once plump belly like a bear should have.
But he is as tired as I am and showing his age as well.
Everyone picks on me, oh there's mom, sleeping with her stuffed animal.
Yes, I sleep on the couch so I can watch over the house from a clear vantage point.
Everything about that day changed me.
Ironically though, it not only changed me...
I curl up on the couch with my pillow, which is a stuffed bear I've had for ten years, he fits my neck perfectly. He needs a wash and new stuffing quite frankly, to once again engorge his once plump belly like a bear should have.
But he is as tired as I am and showing his age as well.
Everyone picks on me, oh there's mom, sleeping with her stuffed animal.
Yes, I sleep on the couch so I can watch over the house from a clear vantage point.
Everything about that day changed me.
Ironically though, it not only changed me...
#courage
#emotions
#hope
#love
#redemption
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Published
10th Jun 2024 5:47pm
10th Jun 2024 5:47pm
Out Of All That
Storms, hell, conspiracy.
Life, death, is all one sees.
What if?
What if?
What if they do?
What if they lie?
But what if there's truth?
As she...
Drinks her coffee so sweet and fine,
pulls out the weeds and comforts thyme.
Sleepy eyed in warm sunshine, just let them be their own demise.
Life, death, is all one sees.
What if?
What if?
What if they do?
What if they lie?
But what if there's truth?
As she...
Drinks her coffee so sweet and fine,
pulls out the weeds and comforts thyme.
Sleepy eyed in warm sunshine, just let them be their own demise.
#courage
#forgiveness
#hope #love
#hope #love
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Published
8th Jun 2024 9:40pm
8th Jun 2024 9:40pm
Angels Unaware
I received a text from a family member today out of nowhere, they wanted me to know I had been on their mind for the last week and that they were praying for me.
When I opened the text and read, I started bawling like a baby.
I never see this person, we don't talk on a regular basis, but yet I believe God influenced their heart to pray for me, the family member unaware of what kind of couple weeks I've been dealing with, but obedient to the drawing of his own convictions and heart.
That my friend is the Love of God, and family.
That is a prime example of why keeping faith...
When I opened the text and read, I started bawling like a baby.
I never see this person, we don't talk on a regular basis, but yet I believe God influenced their heart to pray for me, the family member unaware of what kind of couple weeks I've been dealing with, but obedient to the drawing of his own convictions and heart.
That my friend is the Love of God, and family.
That is a prime example of why keeping faith...
#courage
#hope
#love
#redemption
#strength
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Published
8th Jun 2024 3:04pm
8th Jun 2024 3:04pm
Well Water
I trust nobody.
It's a sad reality of PTSD
To never get answers for a life changing event, that shook the very core of my being.
And when you believe in God you can't just fill the void like you want to.
Last night a friend brought a quart of apple pie moonshine, which is ironic because I was just talking about that yesterday...how I may have drank like a fish in the past, but I've never tried moonshine.
I wasn't addicted to alcohol because I needed it chemically, I was addicted to the escape it provided.
I could...
It's a sad reality of PTSD
To never get answers for a life changing event, that shook the very core of my being.
And when you believe in God you can't just fill the void like you want to.
Last night a friend brought a quart of apple pie moonshine, which is ironic because I was just talking about that yesterday...how I may have drank like a fish in the past, but I've never tried moonshine.
I wasn't addicted to alcohol because I needed it chemically, I was addicted to the escape it provided.
I could...
#emotions
#gratitude
#love
#redemption
#strength
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Published
7th Jun 2024 5:38pm
7th Jun 2024 5:38pm
What Is This
The weight is dropping, the lighter end of the balance starting to soar.
As she slips into a dancing dress she's never worn before.
Flip flops are still her choice of shoes of course.
As she slips into a dancing dress she's never worn before.
Flip flops are still her choice of shoes of course.
#emotions
#hope
#motivational
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Published
7th Jun 2024 4:21am
7th Jun 2024 4:21am
Unbridled Tongue
I've took the blame for things I didn't do.
Ive stood in silence while accusations flew.
Ive cried in disbelief while my reputation grew
To the size of an unbridled tounge.
I've garnered frowns from folks I didn't know
Held out my hand to brothers bearing stones
I've been found guilty in a court of whispering foes, all because...an unbridled tongue.
It can mame, it can lame, it can even take a life
Cut off wings of a dream, where the dreamer don't even try to fly.
It's just as dangerous as any loaded gun, oh the...
Ive stood in silence while accusations flew.
Ive cried in disbelief while my reputation grew
To the size of an unbridled tounge.
I've garnered frowns from folks I didn't know
Held out my hand to brothers bearing stones
I've been found guilty in a court of whispering foes, all because...an unbridled tongue.
It can mame, it can lame, it can even take a life
Cut off wings of a dream, where the dreamer don't even try to fly.
It's just as dangerous as any loaded gun, oh the...
#forgiveness
#strength
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Published
6th Jun 2024 4:57am
6th Jun 2024 4:57am
Cotillion Runaway
Evening dew upon her skin, summer heat forming damp curls about her neck.
Crickets, echoing song down the cobblestone pathway, where ivy and pink blooms overtake white trellace. Her cotton dress with lace around the edges brushing against bare legs, as she pulls you by the hand with laughter.
Crickets, echoing song down the cobblestone pathway, where ivy and pink blooms overtake white trellace. Her cotton dress with lace around the edges brushing against bare legs, as she pulls you by the hand with laughter.
#admiration
#romantic
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Published
6th Jun 2024 4:42am
6th Jun 2024 4:42am
Sleep Walking
I wish to slumber in eternity's forgetfulness.
Without a dream and without a quill to give testimony to how you haunt them.
Without a dream and without a quill to give testimony to how you haunt them.
#emotions
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