poetry

Doubting You – Poem by Me

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Hello everyone!

Today I have another poem to share with you. Per usual, it’s another topic I considered discussing on my blog in a more opinion, sharing-my-thoughts type of post, but figured I could express better in creative writing. I’m so thankful that my poetry has been well-received on here, so thank you guys again for being supportive and allowing me to feel comfortable posting my vulnerable thoughts on the Internet. It’s like a tiny corner of support and I love it 🙂

Doubting You

it’s Friday night and I’m in my room, waiting for you to call it’s getting late and I don’t really expect to hear my upbeat ringtone play and see your face light up my screen anymore. I’m always ready for the worst, ready for you to let go but I get that way with everyone. it’s not you, it’s me. a classic cliché, I know- it’s used differently here though. I’m not breaking up with you. I’m assuming you’re breaking up with me. and it would be my fault, right? because in this world everything is. I’m doubting you because I doubt me. when you even doubt yourself, who can you rely on?

I know this was a short one, but you can probably tell most of my poems are pretty short. I wanted to touch on the topic of self-doubt and how insecurities can prevent you from having genuine relationships with others. I think it’s funny how I write a lot about love and relationships and I could not be more single, but it’s what pops into my head. Typical teenage stuff, I guess.

Please, please, please leave suggestions for future creative writing or feedback on this poem/any of my writing I’ve posted in the past. I would love to get some inspiration from you guys since you’re the ones reading it here.

Brooke

The Perfect Trip – Poem by Me

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Hello everyone!

Today I have another poem to share with you all. It’s inspired by a faux-camping experience I had earlier in the school year with my friends, and I thought it would be a funny/interesting thing to write a poem about. Regardless of the background behind it, I hope you all can find something to relate to within the poem.

we pitched a tent as fast as we became friends; people say that these experiences bond you like nothing else can, i didn’t believe it until now. this tent is our friendship, we litter it with blankets and snacks and all the things that make life comfortable. we shower each other with compliments, it’s all about making ourselves comfortable. as we make a campfire and roast s’mores and do all these stereotypical “camping” trip things, i look across the fire and see your faces, smiles flickering along with the shadows. i realize i’ve never been camping with anyone else before. we watch the stars and talk about life, we laugh until 3 a.m. while eating dry cereal straight from the box. i feel like a kid again, i feel like it’s easy to be myself, i feel comfortable. i don’t care about being comfortable in the tent anymore, and i don’t care about having the perfect trip. with the perfect company, the destination no longer matters.

I hope you guys enjoyed this poem. Please feel free to leave feedback or suggestions for future poetry I share on here- even though I’ve been writing poetry for a while, I don’t claim to be an expert and I would love others’ input since you guys are the ones reading it 🙂

Brooke

An Eternal Second – Poem by Me

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Hello everyone!

The slow passing of time is a topic I’ve wanted to discuss on my blog for a long time. It was another one of those things where I didn’t know how to formulate it into a formal blog post, but I knew what I would say if I was making it the subject of a poem. I’ve been so happy to see positive feedback on my poetry, so I took this as an opportunity to write another poem to share with you guys.

An Eternal Second

tick, i hear the clock- but it doesn’t tick again. here we are in this moment together. it feels like just yesterday you and i met, yet it’s been years. years filled with memories, memories stuck to now-yellowing pages filed away in a cabinet in the back of my mind. i’ve been with you so many times while staring at a clock just like this. sometimes i’m wishing for time to go by faster, sometimes i’m praying that we can stay in this moment. if time’s going by so slow yet so fast at the same time, then all we really have is now. maybe time isn’t passing at all…

tick, i hear the clock again. i blink; the noise snapped me out of my thoughts. it’s proof the moment’s gone, but at least we’re still here together.

I hope you enjoyed this poem. I know my poem’s have kind of a weird structure/lack of structure, but hopefully that makes them more relatable and easy to understand. It makes me so happy to come up with new work that I can share with you guys- I’ve never really had a designated place to share my writing before.

Brooke

Speed of Light – Poem by Me

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I apologize for the bad quality- it’s straight from Google Images. Here’s the prompt list that inspired this poem.

Hello everyone!

I was searching through Google images looking for poetry prompts again, and I found this list above that really inspired me. I was particularly intrigued by the speed of light one, so I’ll be sharing a poem with you guys based on that today. I’d also like to thank you guys for the support I’ve received from my poems thus far.

Speed of Light

3.00 x 10 to the eighth meters per second couldn’t feel any slower in the dark but it’s fast enough to bring us together while we bask in the glow of a humid summer day. i think love might travel faster than light because it’s too easy to fall into it- it’s not even considered traveling when you’re in free fall. light casts a shadow on your love; it’s hard to look past the rays of sunshine and and accept the darkness. but in the end, light travels and we’re stuck on the ground. in both the light and the dark, it’s you and me.

I hope you enjoyed this poem. Please feel free to send me any feedback or suggestions for future poetry prompts, as I’m always looking to improve my work and try new things 🙂

Brooke

Collector of Things – Poem by Me

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Welcome back everyone!

Today I have another poem to share with you all. When I was younger, I used to be kind of a hoarder- I was always obsessed with some sort of toy or other trend, and I would need to have everything related to that current obsession. I would collect things, keep them all organized in a “display” fashion, and move on to the next, accumulating toys and junk. When I got older, this transitioned to obsessively collecting makeup, jewelry, and clothes. Around eighth grade, I completely changed my mindset and donated a bunch of stuff I didn’t use anymore (including the toys I’d been holding onto since elementary school) and now I live a much less materialistic lifestyle, although I can still have obsessive tendencies.

I was inspired to write a poem about this topic when my mom brought it up, wondering how I was able to change my mindset so rapidly. I’m not really sure of this myself- I guess I just realized I didn’t want a bunch of meaningless plastic and junk that would clutter up my life, and I wanted it to go to use somewhere else as soon as possible. Regardless, I thought it would make an interesting prompt for discussion in a poem.

Collector of Things

another thing to add to the pile- i stick it in the front because who wouldn’t be proud to have a shiny new thing? i’m not satisfied, because i know there’s more shiny things out there, shiny things that i want to put at the front of my pile because i am the ultimate collector. i can’t tell if there’s an emotional attachment here or not; i don’t feel anything but i also can’t part with these pieces of fabric and plastic. i’m enticed by the idea of more, and i keep on collecting. but i’ll never have enough.

there’s always someone who’s going to have more than you, my mom says, so don’t try to keep up. but i like my mounds of plastic, and i like the instant gratification of shopping and getting something new. it never gets old, right? because there’s always new things to be had. until it spirals out of control and it does get old because it’s not exciting anymore and you have to buy twice as much just to feel a fragment of that former shopper’s exhilaration and you’ve realized this is toxic. i don’t want to be plastic anymore, i say- i’m done.

I hope you guys enjoyed this poem! I know a lot of people can probably relate to some of the sentiments because materialism and shopping problems are so common today, and they’re often romanticized in the media. Please tell me if you have poetry prompts you’d like me to try my hand with or if you have any feedback on my work 🙂

Brooke

I Want to Create – Poem by Me

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Hello everyone!

Today I have another poem to share with you all. It was originally going to be a simple, personal blog post about wanting to explore my creative side but not knowing how to express myself, but I figured, what better way to express these already confusing feelings than in creative writing? I think this is a feeling a lot of people can relate to- especially the part about just not knowing how to express yourself and your current feelings. Relatable or not, I hope you enjoy 🙂

I Want to Create

i tilt my head to the side and a whole mess of colors drip down. they drip slowly, but the puddle on the floor grows into a murky flood- how do you channel your creative side without opening the floodgates and overfilling the deep spaces of your mind? i guess a scrambled mind makes for unique ideas, something new out of a crazy environment. i’m thinking, i’m trying, i’m conjuring up the perfect painting in my mind. a painting of me, surrounded by these colors. except they’re not dripping or being drained, they’re only expanding off the page, springing to life. it’s happening- i have created.

I know it’s quite short, but most of my poems are. If you have any suggestions, critiques, or any sort of feedback on this poem (or any other poem I’ve posted in the past), please lend me your thoughts. I would also love some requests/suggestions for future poetry prompts. Thank you for reading my work 🙂

Brooke

Hello & Introductions – Poem by Me

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Welcome back everyone!

I was searching for a February poem-a-day challenge, and I couldn’t find one that I liked. Instead, I found one that’s just generic to winter, so I’m going to be using it as much as I can this month. I figured I would share the first poem that came out of it (I’m writing this on February 1st), so here you go!

Here is the winter poem challenge I found off of Google images in case any of you wanted to use it!

Hello & Introductions

so this is how it starts, when i raise my hand and wave, or when i shake your hand with mine, bracing for impact because i have sweaty palms and i wait to see if you rub the sweat off but you don’t. that’s new, you must be quite polite. i feel more comfortable talking to you. i don’t wince the next time i shake your hand, or the time after that. not even when the shake turns into a grasp because you don’t let my hand slip away from yours. thank you for saying hello and thank you for being kind.

I know this was a little bit more cheesy of a poem, but what can I say- it’s February, the month of love. I actually have hyperhidrosis (might be spelled wrong… basically overactive sweat glands) so this poem hits home for me. Let me know what you think 🙂

Brooke

Scattered – Poem by Me

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Hello everyone!

Today I have another poem to share with you guys. Originally, I was going to write a post about why I’ll always feel somewhat unorganized and all over the place, but I realized I could probably better articulate my feelings about the topic in a less formal structure. I’m also always looking for ways to incorporate topics relevant to me in my work, and in ways that I can share them with you guys. I hope you enjoy!

Scattered

does it ever scare you that there’s so much knowledge to be learned in this world that you’ll never absorb all of it even if you wanted to? that we don’t even know how much time we have and we’ll never really know what we’re doing with our lives because they’re passing us by as i write this very poem that you’re reading and reflecting on wondering what else you could be doing right now? exactly.

so we just go along. what else can we do? leaving pieces of ourselves behind as we rush to the next path, the next checkpoint that we want to reach. until the route changes and now we’re confused about where our destination even is. but the one thing that we can look back on is those pieces and realize who we are. scattered….

I hope you enjoyed this poem. I’m always looking for inspiration on poetry to write and feedback on what you guys would like to read, or how you think I can improve my work. Thank you for being so supportive of me sharing my work and trying out different things on this blog.

Brooke

Irish Coffee – Poem by Me

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Hello everyone!

I’ve been wanting to post more writing-related content on here, and today I had the idea to look up some poetry prompts and try writing poems based off of them. I Googled “poetry prompts” and went through images, and found a daily prompt challenge for January (I wrote this post on January 25th). I know it’s not January anymore so the challenge won’t be much of use anymore, but I want to give credit where credit is due so I’m including it.

The prompt of the day I wrote this was “Irish Coffee” as you can tell by the title of this post, so without further ado, here’s my attempt at following a poetry prompt.

if you were a drink, you’d be irish coffee and no, not because you’re irish, but it is quite fitting if you ask me. you’d be irish coffee because you like normal coffee, but you drink whiskey even more often. you don’t mind if the sugar and cream clog your arteries further because you only live once and you want to live life your way, right? you’d be irish coffee because i don’t drink irish coffee- i drink normal coffee and i don’t live life the way you want me to.

I hope you enjoyed reading my work. As always, please, please, please let me know what you think! I would also LOVE to ready your work if you’re willing to share, just leave a comment or send me a message 🙂

Brooke

Mundane Symphony of the Healing – Poem by Me

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Welcome back everyone!

The first poem I’d posted on this blog (a week ago or two, I believe), “Jumble” actually seemed to be pretty successful. I would love for you to check it out if you haven’t already- it’s gotten the most views out of any of my blog posts. I love to write if you didn’t know already, so I figured it was worth it to put myself out there again and share another poem. I would love to hear your thoughts and read other aspiring writers’ work, so please leave a comment or message me if you’d be interested in sharing! Here’s “Mundane Symphony of the Healing”.

Music lingering in my brain Nothing clear yet it stays all the same Notes and words all a jumble A tune mixed with lyrics I begin to mumble Replaying on a constant loop Until my eyelids start to droop

My own personal choir between my ears However, it seems to target my fears Chanting through day and night The music never leaves my sight I would do anything to make it stop How can I get a new beat to drop?

A new harmony and a little of this Makes for a delightful song I can’t miss Facing the music brings it to an end A new instrument, a new friend Stronger than I previously thought Look what this victory has brought

Although I don’t hear the music today It may never fully go away Music can be a beautiful thing But it can also haunt and cling Create your own song today Trust me, it will be okay

I hope you enjoyed! Please, please, please let me know what you guys think 🙂

Brooke