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Poetry

The Kaleidoscope

I shall name humanity

‘the kaleidoscope’.

Each of us a colour.

All of us the shimmering view.

Yet, still,

despite the glorious, glimmering shine

of individuality,

we insist others dress

the colour ‘me’.

What for?

What will come of the view

if I live as ‘you‘?

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Poetry

The Day The Sun Died

The ocean was alive the day the sun died.

Nobody saw its white beauty.

Nobody felt the cool of its break on their skin.

Eerie silence rose into the sky the day the sun died.

Pain instead of joy, broken instead of fixed;

life, never to shine again.

The sun was dead.

Still the ocean was perfect.

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Poetry

Heaven

Heaven is

the delicate slice of sun

on dry

cracked

soil.

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Poetry

These Tears

Do these tears make you

uncomfortable?

How about

this:

does the rain make you

uncomfortable?

The sky

is not afraid to rain, and I

am not afraid to cry.

I am not afraid of what you’ll

think

of me if I cry. Just as I am not

afraid

of what you’ll think of me if

I sneeze.

Or laugh.

Or breathe.

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Poetry

Life As It May

Morning.

White haze beyond the window.

Eyes, hands, hair; a warm blanket nest.

Coffee, a whisper.

Peace and a day?

Or a splash of grey?

Soft.

Beyond the sunrise.

Life as it may.

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Poetry

This Wind

This wind

is the beautiful melody

of every precious moment

we played,

together.

Sweet wind.

Sing me again.

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Poetry

Life Will Be Good

Soft wind, take flight.

Come,

take my hand.

Come roll me ‘round the sky

this fine day,

and we will watch the gulls

spiral over sandy shores.

And we will watch

the footprints

travel the beach in pairs.

And we will be silent

as we find a friend in every pocket

of the dream.

And life will be good, yes.

Life will be sweet,

and nice,

and good.

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Life

You Matter To Me

Reaching out my hand to you

forgetting what you’ve done,

there’s never any reason, dear

for you to turn and run.

 

Some days you may feel black and blue,

some loves will break your heart,

but every day will always be

the chance for a new start.

 

A million voices from outside

ignite the storm within,

but let this be your chance to say:

I WILL NOT LET YOU WIN.

 

Become the shine you know you are

and sing your song so true,

for never will there ever be

another quite like you.

* *. *

To all the beautiful humans struggling with guilt or shame or a broken heart. I see you. You are not broken, you are human, and you are all the lovely things.

You matter to me. No-matter-what.

Tomorrow, we begin again.

So much love, Brooke.

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Poetry

Princess

When I was a princess,

all I wanted

was to be a girl.

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Poetry

Hungry Restless Soul

Love lives not in the sound of the music,

but in the deep, melodic swell

that fills the body

of a hungry

restless

soul.

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