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
29th Jul 2023 11:28pm
29th Jul 2023 11:28pm
Flower Press
She pinches the pink bloom in between her slender fingers, as she gently pushes her nose into its silken petals.
And with one breath, the smell of sweet perfume traveled her nostrils straight to her heart.
And for a moment, she was running through a hay field in the heat of summer, dress catching on the occasional thorn from wild roses, him waiting for her at the other end of the golden sea.
Laughter her song, bare feet her shoes.
Him whispering as she makes it to his arms, stay...
As she slowly lifted her eyes from the moment, and quickly presses her...
And with one breath, the smell of sweet perfume traveled her nostrils straight to her heart.
And for a moment, she was running through a hay field in the heat of summer, dress catching on the occasional thorn from wild roses, him waiting for her at the other end of the golden sea.
Laughter her song, bare feet her shoes.
Him whispering as she makes it to his arms, stay...
As she slowly lifted her eyes from the moment, and quickly presses her...
#love
#strength
112 reads
2 Comments
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Published
28th Jul 2023 12:10pm
28th Jul 2023 12:10pm
Bryher
Two thousand years ago, not laid in roses but in thorns, they buried a warrior woman with her mirror and her sword.
A reflection used to remember who she was and where's she's been, as she swung to protect the lives of her family and her friends.
What an odd accompaniment of relics, they found laying by her side, this warrior woman of two thousand years ago, who dared to face the changing tides.
A reflection used to remember who she was and where's she's been, as she swung to protect the lives of her family and her friends.
What an odd accompaniment of relics, they found laying by her side, this warrior woman of two thousand years ago, who dared to face the changing tides.
#love
#strength
#hope
#courage
#redemption
133 reads
33 Comments
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Published
26th Jul 2023 12:45pm
26th Jul 2023 12:45pm
Guide Stones
I've come to realise, as I weeded this garden of self, I have placed stones back in each wild sprouts spot.
So, what is the point of a garden that is now filled with walls of a labyrinth?
Wild plants were better than cold stone, for any life is better than no life at all...
So, what is the point of a garden that is now filled with walls of a labyrinth?
Wild plants were better than cold stone, for any life is better than no life at all...
#love
#strength
#hope
#TimeHeals
#emotions
111 reads
10 Comments
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Published
26th Jul 2023 12:20pm
26th Jul 2023 12:20pm
Its Not You Its Me
I know that by breaking rules there are consequences.
Its something we learn in preschool.
I envy those that are able to throw caution to the wind and live every second care free not wondering if something they are doing will come back to bite them.
This in the moment condemnation is exhausting.
Friends are nice to have, my faith (religion) tells me I'm only to have female friends. I'm not saying its wrong, I'm just saying, what if I dont like things girls like? What if I was raised in a house predominately male and by my grandparents who raised me the "old...
Its something we learn in preschool.
I envy those that are able to throw caution to the wind and live every second care free not wondering if something they are doing will come back to bite them.
This in the moment condemnation is exhausting.
Friends are nice to have, my faith (religion) tells me I'm only to have female friends. I'm not saying its wrong, I'm just saying, what if I dont like things girls like? What if I was raised in a house predominately male and by my grandparents who raised me the "old...
#happiness
#kindness
126 reads
3 Comments
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Published
25th Jul 2023 4:41pm
25th Jul 2023 4:41pm
Respond Accordingly
Chewing her grape bubble gum with over exaggerated jawl snapping...
Twirling a curl with one finger...
Head tilted, big green eyes batting lashes...
Legs crossed, foot tapping thin air...
She looks at him and says
"Sweetheart, whatever do you mean?"
;)
Twirling a curl with one finger...
Head tilted, big green eyes batting lashes...
Legs crossed, foot tapping thin air...
She looks at him and says
"Sweetheart, whatever do you mean?"
;)
#boredom
67 reads
0 Comments
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Published
25th Jul 2023 1:25pm
25th Jul 2023 1:25pm
Contrast
There's a painting, divided by a line down the middle.
On the left, black
On the right,white
As I lift my brush, I carefully dip the tip in magnificent blue.
I lay it upon the white, I only think to lightly feather the shape of a heart.
And as I water my brush and observe the black on the canvas, all I desire to paint is a white rainbow.
White is enough, no Roy G Biv, no color at all...just a simple white rainbow.
Can you picture this?
As for its meaning?
Well, I really dont know, but its how I feel...
On the left, black
On the right,white
As I lift my brush, I carefully dip the tip in magnificent blue.
I lay it upon the white, I only think to lightly feather the shape of a heart.
And as I water my brush and observe the black on the canvas, all I desire to paint is a white rainbow.
White is enough, no Roy G Biv, no color at all...just a simple white rainbow.
Can you picture this?
As for its meaning?
Well, I really dont know, but its how I feel...
#love
#strength
114 reads
2 Comments
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Published
25th Jul 2023 3:30am
25th Jul 2023 3:30am
Never Was Supposed To Be
A bastard baby who only knew how to love, every bone soft not like it should be. She could've built walls fortified with stone and justification, but she didn't want to grow cold so she lived raw and broken.
Her mom threw her out the car window when she was a baby.
I swear to God my life has been a war from birth.
I just dont understand it all...
It just should've never been.
Her mom threw her out the car window when she was a baby.
I swear to God my life has been a war from birth.
I just dont understand it all...
It just should've never been.
#heartbroken
#confusion
92 reads
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Published
29th Jun 2023 2:23pm
29th Jun 2023 2:23pm
French Toast For Breakfast
I awoke this morning to a familiar smell, French toast floating through the air awakening the child in me.
Strange, she hasn't cooked in years, what's the special occasion? Or maybe she had a dream of us grandkids being little again, so encouraged by the sands of sleep and a travel through time, blessed me also with remembrance. Now if you will excuse me, im eager to let syrup run over the butter, and to taste my childhood once again.
Strange, she hasn't cooked in years, what's the special occasion? Or maybe she had a dream of us grandkids being little again, so encouraged by the sands of sleep and a travel through time, blessed me also with remembrance. Now if you will excuse me, im eager to let syrup run over the butter, and to taste my childhood once again.
#love
#emotions
98 reads
4 Comments
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Published
12th May 2023 2:02pm
12th May 2023 2:02pm
If You Thought Athens Was Beautiful, You Ought To See Heaven
I was on the hill, green rolling meadows with babies in white diapers crawling around with snow white sheep. My hair was down to my ankles. I stood up and looked towards a city to my right, beautiful palace tops, green trees lining the edge of the field. I started to run in that direction, as I wondered down the dirt road, palaces to my right, at the end of the city on the left side of the street, here stood the most beautiful structure I had ever seen. Pillars as big around as a small car, so white I could hardly set my eyes straight on them without being in pain. The porch behind the...
#inspirational
#emotions
102 reads
4 Comments
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Published
11th May 2023 5:11pm
11th May 2023 5:11pm
Be Still Me
Still my heart dear lord, by living waters.
Calm my sea with your beautiful feet.
Hush the loudness of the darkness that surrounds me, and sing my soul sweetly to sleep.
Calm my sea with your beautiful feet.
Hush the loudness of the darkness that surrounds me, and sing my soul sweetly to sleep.
#strength
#hope
#emotions
131 reads
1 Comment
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Published
1st May 2023 2:54pm
1st May 2023 2:54pm
Salted Wounds
Wars are internal, and external, but never eternal. Stay strong! Keep hope! Love always!
#love
#kindness
#courage
#forgiveness
#redemption
93 reads
3 Comments
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Published
24th Apr 2023 5:13pm
24th Apr 2023 5:13pm
Defense Mechanism 101
A strong mind is always beholden to a weak heart...or so it seems.
#love
#hope
#emotions
110 reads
4 Comments
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