We Continue To Bleed – Poem by Me

{a moment of silence, first and foremost}
remember those who have come before,
and who have been lost along the way.
remember the ruin of fires and broken
buildings, the rebuilding and the pride
of getting to stand tall once again. 
love trumps hate, and people are stronger
than you think. 

I don’t want to say too much– that’s why this poem is short in the first place. Please remember to take a moment of silence in your day in memoriam of the lives lost on 9/11/2001. Thank you. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Brewing Now – Poem by Me

The wind is blowing a different way today.
You can tell by the palm trees' screams--
the tide is turning, the page has been flipped
over. Every way you can think to say it,
insert it here: {it is a new day and times are
changing}. The sun is shining brighter on us,
and the sweat collecting on the napes of 
our necks is glittery and beautiful, no longer
disgusting. Let's not jinx it, but you know
what is coming.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! I thought it was kind of a fun one, and it’s a self-aware manifestation in itself. Good things are coming soon, people… I can feel it. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Taking Too Much – Poem by Me

Are we just fooling ourselves, fooling
each other, or is this how we take

advantage? I want to know but I don't
want to ask, and that's a common theme

with you. I want to be the better person
but I don't want to do it myself-- 

does that mean you're the one taking
the high road? Am I holding even

more pieces of you hostage by asking
these questions and using precious

moments of your time? Too many questions,
and I'll only be taking more from you

if I ask them.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Locked From the Inside – Poem by Me

Why did I trap myself here in this room
and why do I have the audacity to ask 
myself questions I already know 
the answers to? I tire of the tasks I force
myself to do, yet I could not live without
this stressful hum of the day's routine.
Please relieve me, please force me 
to do something different-- or don't,
because maybe this unhappiness is how
I find joy.

I hope you enjoyed this short piece! It’s kind of based on the idea that I (and many other people) tend to make things harder for myself. I’m extremely busy at the moment and have put a lot of pressure on myself to be doing so many things at once, yet I still never feel like I’m doing enough and attempt to add new things to my plate. So it goes! Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Silver Star – Poem by Me

This silver star won't explode on my
watch; she is deflated but not a quitter.
It hurts to not be considered as new and
shiny as the golden ones, but it has always
been that way. We shine different colors,
just like we cry uniquely shaped tears 
that trail down our faces in different
paths, until the worn wrinkles guide
them naturally.

I hope you enjoyed this short piece! It was actually inspired by a star balloon my friend got me for my birthday. It’s silver and lasted way longer before getting all deflated and droopy than the gold balloons my parents got me did. That being said, balloons are beautiful and fun in general, in a different way than stars. Feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

P.S. I Still Think About You – Poem by Me

I write you letters in my head once
a year, maybe more, but the only
ones I actually send are to wish you
a happy birthday.

You always had more friends than me,
a more vibrant life (and I was amazed)
so I'm sure my words just blend into
the background.

It's easy to remember glimpses of 
good times: hours spent trying on sparkly
outfits in shopping malls, countless 
Goldfish crackers eaten during late-night
conversations on my trundle bed, 
belting out the lyrics to Taylor Swift 
songs, just to name a few.

It's harder to remember how we became
friends, and how we aren't friends 
anymore. 

Don't worry, I won't pick up the phone 
and ask.

I hope you guys enjoyed this piece! A lovely reader challenged me to write a poem to my ex-best friend. There’s honestly no hard feelings between me and the person who inspired this poem (honestly, a couple people did), just normal growing up and drifting apart happened. It often does work out like that. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Let’s Talk: How I Got Over My Fear of Zooms

Hello everyone!

Today I’m going to talk about a topic that might seem kind of silly. When remote learning was first introduced somewhat clumsily in the first stages of quarantine this spring, I was terrified of participating in class on my Zoom meetings, and I didn’t like having my video on. Hours and hours of time spent on Zooms later, I’m much more comfortable with the platform and in some situations (definitely not all) I almost prefer it to meeting with people in person. Keep on reading if you want to find out what changed my mind and how I got over this silly fear.

Spoiler alert: the main thing that helped me get over this weird fear was just being on more Zooms. My writing workshop was held completely virtually on Zoom, I attended a leadership seminar also run on Zoom, my meetings for various extracurricular activities ended up being hosted on Zoom, I had to run my own individual Zoom meetings when I volunteered to tutor elementary school students, I had tons of Zoom meetings when I started my internship in July and have now led/helped lead Zoom meetings with a decent amount of people on them through that same internship, and now, of course, I spend my full school day in Zoom classes.

Originally, I felt so conscious about having Zoom classes. Would people be judging my background? Was my audio quality bad, or was there going to be a bunch of background noise from my family that would embarrass me? The idea that my voice would reverberate through everyone else’s speakers if I decided to talk freaked me out. I feel like in an in-person class, people don’t really tune in to other people’s answers unless they’re really engaged in what’s going on.

I now realize Zoom class is basically the same in this way (there’s even more opportunities to tune out), but in my head I thought that everyone would be hyperfocused on me if my face popped up on the screen and started talking. You can’t have casual side conversations with peers or teachers in a Zoom room unless you’re in breakout rooms- either everyone’s listening to you or they’re not.

Being in breakout rooms and nudging myself to participate during my writing workshop led the groundwork for being more comfortable in virtual settings later on. My goal was to participate once per day in the large group sessions during my writing workshop, but we all participated a ton in our small groups. With this experience under my belt, I couldn’t help but feel like a Zoom expert in my other meetings during the summer, and I was one of the first people to speak in my leadership seminar groups in many situations.

I’m one of those people who is super shy but around other shy people can easily make myself more outgoing/extroverted to fit that role in the group, and having previous experience with Zoom/virtual meetings in general made me more confident to lead them and participate in them as I would if I were in person. If I can do it, you can too!

I hope you enjoyed hearing a little bit about my experience with this topic. Zoom is a key part of virtual learning, but it’s being used for so much more even outside of the education sphere right now, and I know it’s scary to some in the same way it was to me. Feel free to leave any feedback or your own personal experiences in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Let’s Talk: Blogging During Quarantine

Hello everyone!

I wanted to talk a little bit about my current blogging goals and how my blog has changed since quarantine, as well as blogging in general. I know a lot of people have started blogs and other digital projects during quarantine, and lots more people have been consuming more digital content as usual, whether that’s Netflix and YouTube videos or blog articles. If you’re interesting in hearing more on my perspective regarding blogging during quarantine, keep on reading!

First off, I’m just going to say that it’s been difficult to come up with fresh ideas to blog about during this time. I don’t want to focus too much on the actual issues at hand since everyone’s already aware of them and I don’t have any personal stories to bring to the table, but there’s also not as much activity in my life outside of the house with everything going on. I did make the switch to focusing almost exclusively on writing content, but even then, it’s been hard to find writing inspiration.

As I’ve discussed before in various posts surrounding the purpose behind this blog and my goals for its future, my content doesn’t fit neatly into one particular niche. Although you might say I’ve become exclusively a poetry blog, I still create other content focusing on education, other aspects of writing besides my own pieces, and I’m always open to requests in the comments.

I still think blogging is a great way to get your thoughts out, especially during these times where you might feel super isolated. No matter what you’re writing about, there’s something special about putting words on the page and sending them off where other people can read them. It’s even more amazing having someone connect with your work, especially when they go out of their way to tell you so.

I’ll probably revisit this topic in the near future, but hopefully I won’t have to, and better times are just around the corner. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there– wear a mask! 🙂

Brooke

Closed Doors Never Open – Poem by Me

I know we like to play this game 
of who can slam more doors, 
who can do it louder and harder,
but don't you ever wish we could
stand together in an open doorway
and have a conversation about 
the weather? 
I've never tried to make this
a competition, but I can't stand
to lose and you never back down
from a challenge you've invented.
Maybe when the sun comes out
we'll go outside, no doors in sight.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! I’ve definitely experienced some tension in some of my personal relationships lately. Quarantine really gets to you and your family when you’re spending so much time together. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke

Girl Melting – Poem by Me

Watch her melting on the sidewalk, 
her sweat mixing with skin as she

kneels on the concrete, cooling her
hands on the grass. The ice cream

truck comes through the neighborhood,
and the man offers her a popsicle.

The red, sticky sweetness drips 
onto her clothes and stains them.

Now blood is mixing with the sweat.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! I actually haven’t had a popsicle in forever, now that I think about it… maybe next summer. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.

Brooke