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
4th Jul 2022 3:04am
4th Jul 2022 3:04am
Freedom...Her Name Was Freedom
Freedom was her name...
A wild mustang brought South for a little farm girl like me to learn to rope and ride on, or at least in my 14 year old mind I was gonna be that ideal cowgirl. Lol
Black as night she was, fearless and bold.
My stringbean self climbed up on her bare back, holding tight behind my teacher, a night ride was in the works.
I had never felt any more free as a child then when I was mounted up and hitting the trails.
However, this night was different, a storm was rolling in and was so mean looking. I continually asked, do you think we should just wait...
A wild mustang brought South for a little farm girl like me to learn to rope and ride on, or at least in my 14 year old mind I was gonna be that ideal cowgirl. Lol
Black as night she was, fearless and bold.
My stringbean self climbed up on her bare back, holding tight behind my teacher, a night ride was in the works.
I had never felt any more free as a child then when I was mounted up and hitting the trails.
However, this night was different, a storm was rolling in and was so mean looking. I continually asked, do you think we should just wait...
#love
#strength
#hope #courage
#hope #courage
237 reads
2 Comments
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Published
22nd Jun 2022 9:12pm
22nd Jun 2022 9:12pm
Dance Love
She loved to dance like the wild flowers blowing in the field, free and without reservations or fear.
Let her cover the cracks and crevices with green ivy instead of tears.
Bloom bloom little buttercup, spill like the fragrance bottle on the antique dresser, soaking into the fine oak, be a reminder to her when she sits at its mirror to try to make old and tired beautiful and new again.
Lace thigh highs, black dancing shoes with the golden buckle. Pin up curls that will be unbridled like her laughter by the nights end.
Silk bra straps getting pushed back on her shoulders...
Let her cover the cracks and crevices with green ivy instead of tears.
Bloom bloom little buttercup, spill like the fragrance bottle on the antique dresser, soaking into the fine oak, be a reminder to her when she sits at its mirror to try to make old and tired beautiful and new again.
Lace thigh highs, black dancing shoes with the golden buckle. Pin up curls that will be unbridled like her laughter by the nights end.
Silk bra straps getting pushed back on her shoulders...
#happiness
#love
#TimeHeals #emotions
#TimeHeals #emotions
191 reads
4 Comments
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Published
4th Apr 2022 10:27pm
4th Apr 2022 10:27pm
LAT AND LONG Dream
I had a dream of coordinates...0,0
Where the primemiridean and equator intersect...null island.
Dividing the Northern and Southern Hemispheres.
Population 4 thousand.
Ulsterman..Ulster
A coat?
Hmmm...interpretation please?
😂
Where the primemiridean and equator intersect...null island.
Dividing the Northern and Southern Hemispheres.
Population 4 thousand.
Ulsterman..Ulster
A coat?
Hmmm...interpretation please?
😂
#earth
#water
271 reads
8 Comments
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Published
21st Mar 2022 11:50am
21st Mar 2022 11:50am
Strength Defined (Diary)
I came from a family where the women resided in the nose bleed section of the family tree. .
Where it was a turn on to act and do everything a man could do...only better. You didnt dare offend the women in my family on my moms side because there would be hell to pay.
I'm thankful it takes two because my fathers side was absolutely wonderful!
Soft, caring, loving...
It's not a bad thing to be a strong woman, but when it causes you to enslave your man in a psychosis of eggshells and glass, then the balance is wrong.
I watched my sick grandpa beg to be taken care of, to...
Where it was a turn on to act and do everything a man could do...only better. You didnt dare offend the women in my family on my moms side because there would be hell to pay.
I'm thankful it takes two because my fathers side was absolutely wonderful!
Soft, caring, loving...
It's not a bad thing to be a strong woman, but when it causes you to enslave your man in a psychosis of eggshells and glass, then the balance is wrong.
I watched my sick grandpa beg to be taken care of, to...
#love
#strength
#TimeHeals #redemption
#TimeHeals #redemption
236 reads
2 Comments
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Published
3rd Mar 2022 5:41pm
3rd Mar 2022 5:41pm
A Nation Tired (Diary)
Understand this, a quiet people doesn't necessarily mean a free and peaceful nation. To stand up against the establishment and keep morality unfortunately means you are a threat if the protest is not considered useable to the agenda of the puppeteers.
What if, you stood your ground for something you believed in? Ask yourself, would it be considered and voted on if the majority felt the same? Or, would you be deemed a threat to the agenda and jailed for hate speech and extremism?
Let's forget right and left for a moment, what about our hearts, and love, forgiveness and mercy on...
What if, you stood your ground for something you believed in? Ask yourself, would it be considered and voted on if the majority felt the same? Or, would you be deemed a threat to the agenda and jailed for hate speech and extremism?
Let's forget right and left for a moment, what about our hearts, and love, forgiveness and mercy on...
#love
#strength
#hope
#courage
#forgiveness
241 reads
3 Comments
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Published
8th Feb 2022 1:15pm
8th Feb 2022 1:15pm
Matter Of The Art (Diary)
Oh big head...
How did your mother birth such girth?
Eyes set within crows feet sharpening claws when you smile.
Paper lips, lie lie...lie a while.
Your height, oh my..you must like pi!
3.14 seconds, a brain that drag races with every new thought...worried in your own web you'll eventually get caught.
I could care less, Benjamin's always been green, but I most assuredly prefer a tattered canvas with Bob's "happy little trees"♡
You are the thief, and I know this now, but I'm good with minimal so I'll make little count.
And if I dont, I know that I...
How did your mother birth such girth?
Eyes set within crows feet sharpening claws when you smile.
Paper lips, lie lie...lie a while.
Your height, oh my..you must like pi!
3.14 seconds, a brain that drag races with every new thought...worried in your own web you'll eventually get caught.
I could care less, Benjamin's always been green, but I most assuredly prefer a tattered canvas with Bob's "happy little trees"♡
You are the thief, and I know this now, but I'm good with minimal so I'll make little count.
And if I dont, I know that I...
#kindness
#strength
#hope
#courage
#TimeHeals
199 reads
2 Comments
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Published
4th Feb 2022 8:40pm
4th Feb 2022 8:40pm
Screaming at the Universe (Diary)
You think it's cool to play God with consciousness?
You think it's ok to decide someone's future?
She cried for help and you placed a mountain on her.
She was already at the peak of her own trying to now learn how to fly.
You broke her...you broke me!
I forgive you, but I'm still hurt and trying to heal.
Left with more questions than answers while everyone seems to know but me.
Did you think this was beneficial to my growth?
It's hard to grow when you constantly try to mold a foundation out of quicksand.
I'm tired...just stop playing God with my...
You think it's ok to decide someone's future?
She cried for help and you placed a mountain on her.
She was already at the peak of her own trying to now learn how to fly.
You broke her...you broke me!
I forgive you, but I'm still hurt and trying to heal.
Left with more questions than answers while everyone seems to know but me.
Did you think this was beneficial to my growth?
It's hard to grow when you constantly try to mold a foundation out of quicksand.
I'm tired...just stop playing God with my...
#strength
#redemption
#emotions
128 reads
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Published
8th Nov 2021 8:01pm
8th Nov 2021 8:01pm
Under my umbrella...my friend (Diary)
I remember my first thought of ending my life, I was only eight years old and my mother screamed at me for accidently dropping her "four hundred dollar poodle." It might sound like something that wouldn't trigger such an extreme reaction as death, but when you never feel like you can measure up in a parents eyes, well even the small disappointments become huge. Life and divorce had changed my mother into someone unrecognizable.
In broken spirit I crawled under our front porch and found a mouse and through my tears, I swooped him up in an old fish net, I just needed a friend,...
In broken spirit I crawled under our front porch and found a mouse and through my tears, I swooped him up in an old fish net, I just needed a friend,...
#love
#strength
#TimeHeals #emotions
#TimeHeals #emotions
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