Pushing 80 on the freeway With all the windows down Blasting The Chainsmokers through the auxiliary chord Hoping it drowns out the sound in my head The silence I feel empty. He says I take things to the extreme That I get defensive --I get mean And most times I only prove him right by… Continue reading life is a highway—a messy poem
And what if I fell off the edge of the earth Would you still love me?
I feel hopeless. Mama says love’s supposed to be easy, but for me loving never felt so hard. And Papa says it’s a tricky thing; that you could be with the person you want to be with, but not the person you should be with. Jehovah I’m troubled by this because I’m having the hardest… Continue reading Dear Jehovah,
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.
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.
I wonder how it feels to accomplish something start to finish. And I'm not just talking about something as small as a song. Because yes, I know songs are hard to finish and not everyone can do it but I'm talking about BIG things. Like school. Relationships. Marriage. Life. Seeing something like THAT all the… Continue reading you’re never fully dressed without a title.
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