Rest In Peace

I feel most comfortable when I’m sad Because to some extent, it's peaceful Staring blankly into space Consumed by nothing short of emptiness Lacking appetite Losing hope Surrounded by complete and utter silence Just the way I like it Peaceful And sure they say sadness is temporary But happiness is too Sadness just signs a… Continue reading Rest In Peace


Conflicted, lost, but trying.

Sometimes I don't understand why I always try to do things the right way. Especially when they don't feel right to me. But I like to think it's because I want to make other people happy. To me, the right way is their way. Never my way. Because my right is wrong. And my wrong… Continue reading Conflicted, lost, but trying.

Dear Jehovah,

Dear Jehovah,

Guide me to him; pave me a route to follow where he ends up at the end of it. A yellow brick road through the woods, a sleepy meadow, and a wicked castle where I'll fight for my life just to make it home. Because there's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home. Close my eyes and click my heels three times and when I open them, let him be there. Jehovah, let him be my home.


Day 339 of 365

Greetings to the 2018 birth of December, You don't know me yet, but I've been waiting 11 months to meet you, so allow me to introduce myself; my name is Brooklyn. And I am a writer. My subject? You. Everyday that I am alive, I live and breathe to write your story. At least, one… Continue reading Day 339 of 365


a messy poem.

One day I want to drown in Pinterest recipes and YouTube tutorials. Read my kids the story of the little engine that could. Tell my husband I love him before bed and that I love him more the next morning. Visit my mother on Sunday’s but not without a trip to Baskin Robbins first. Chocolate… Continue reading a messy poem.


Seven-day recall.

Monday.I went to Disneyland with my family and you started school. I can only imagine what you must be feeling right now. Excitement, fear, anxiety, doubt. But I'll have you know there's not an ounce of doubt in my body. You are going to do great things and I support you. A thousand times over.Have… Continue reading Seven-day recall.


The Kind of Life I Want to Live.

I'm recording him as he helps her take her first steps. And I'm making dinner while he's teaching him how to play ball. And he sits by the piano every evening to hear me play the music I've spent all day writing for him. And I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world because… Continue reading The Kind of Life I Want to Live.