Posted by Emily Brooks on Thursday, November 12, 2009,
" I am powerful beyond measure", she says. I wish I were, too. Powerful, beautiful, trusted - As a human, individual and as an adult.
Silence is a solution, unless you have something to say. Here the power comes in, to just speak what needs said.
Beauty, factored on the inside, does not belong as a prisoner. Beautiful deserves to be heard, at any cost...
and truth. Brutal, yet selfless. To be trustworthy is to be powerful, and beautiful.
Power can not be weakened, because then it becomes blan... Continue reading ...
Lifeline
Posted by Emily Brooks on Saturday, May 23, 2009,
I waited so long
For that tiny
Little lifeline
That I held in my pocket.
You know –
The one that makes
A little boy shrink
In embarrassment
From a kiss forced
On his cheek
By his mother.
I waited. And waited.
And I’m still waiting. Continue reading ...
"Secrets" Poems
Posted by Emily Brooks on Saturday, May 23, 2009,
Each one of these is a seperate poem, written on seperate paper, I just didn't want to waste posts over these, in case it didn't interest someone. This is a newer form of writing, and something I've just picked up on within the last few months.
I finally threw out
All the poems
That I couldn’t
Let go of
Before.
I never really
Wrote anything
About you.
Sorry.
I’m afraid of so much
More than what I’ve told you.
I wish I could write
Everything down,
But I don’t ... Continue reading ...
Back
Posted by Emily Brooks on Saturday, May 23, 2009,
I take back my heart,
My shattered heart.
I take back my hope,
Your stolen hope.
I take back my tears,
All those salty tasting tears.
But,. I would take you back.
If you would just come back.*
*Disclaimer: Not a love poem. Continue reading ...
Blaming God for a Hundred Years
Posted by Emily Brooks on Saturday, May 23, 2009,
Blaming God for a Hundred Years
You blamed God for the car,
That would eventually take you far.
You blamed God for sinking your ship,
When the aluminum metal was simply stripped.
You blamed God for the second world war,
And sent away the Japanese, afraid of more.
You blamed God for those men
That built camps and went against Him.
You blamed God for cancer and death,
When everyone takes their last breath.
You blamed God for the Twins,
Yet continued to soak in you... Continue reading ...
Dear Life
Posted by Emily Brooks on Saturday, May 23, 2009,
Dear Life –
Thanks a lot. Thanks for computer crashes and stock crashes and everything in between. Thanks for dirty feet and dirty minds, cold weather and for cold mothers. Thanks a ton for protein bars that can’t even taste good, and for candy bars that taste too good. Thanks for small talk with strangers and small walks with mom. Thanks for failing me when I deserved it and thanks for failing me when I didn’t deserve it. Thanks for reruns of my favorite shows and the last seat on th... Continue reading ...
Final
Posted by Emily Brooks on Saturday, May 23, 2009,
I remember the frustration –
“I did nothing wrong!”
When everything I did
Was nothing short incorrect.
I remember the tears welling up inside –
“No, I’ll be okay”
and I got used to disappointment
and losing on this very day. Continue reading ...
Looking for Home
Posted by Emily Brooks on Thursday, May 21, 2009,
I walked behind my father picking up stones while he picked up golf balls in the back field. I would stretch my strides to fit his footprints in the mud. I watched my mother cooking spaghetti and breaking the noodles in half to fit in my little mouth. Outside I would break twigs to length my mother always did, pretending to be a chef. I walked behind my father that last time he left trying to get one last kiss to last me "til next time". After school I aways waited for his maroon honda to never show up. I wat... Continue reading ...
Whatever You Do...
Posted by Emily Brooks on Thursday, May 7, 2009,
Life has its phases, and its time is so bleak. It travels across the faces of every race, rich and weak. The frailty of hope chases faith held inside. Give a friend comfort to cope, and the permission to cry. "Whatever you do may seem insignificant..." to you, "...but it is most important, that you do it". The quote at the end of this poem can be found on the overpass on the corner of 10th and Sherman Ave. in Indianapolis. Everytime I pass it on my way to dad's, it makes a bigger impact on me. Eventually ... Continue reading ...
"Phantom"
Posted by Emily Brooks on Saturday, May 2, 2009,
Life; as it is
falling apart like we've predicted
Love; as it is
depressingly vindictive
Someone has to hurt
while the other one feeds
one has to live
while the other bleeds
Love; heartache
just two more words for devotion
let it consume your thoughts
for it controls your emotions. Continue reading ...
"Happiness"
Posted by Emily Brooks on Friday, May 1, 2009,
Reaching in the sky for an incentive; inspiration and happiness are too intensive - My hands and heart up in the clouds, and when I brought them down: Inspiration from the God above, with every bit of passion and love. I did not search and seek for dawn, after Day's curtain had been drawn. Instead I rested on the earth - Next to that open, natural hearth. When Rain wakened me with a gentle drop, I began my Journey, to the mountain top. It wasn't easy, at times I fell. But I was so determined to excel, That... Continue reading ...
"Where I Belong"
Posted by Emily Brooks on Friday, May 1, 2009,
I've been so demanded, and brainwashed convinced, that the world in which I belong, is where monsters exist. When others are dreaming of their wedding day, I am stuck chasing my nightmares away. No helpful solutions, as normal as can be, can push them far enough from coming back to me. When I close my eyes, and drift off to sleep, here are the things that my mind seems to keep.
I wrote this about my nightmares. Everynight I have some kind of nightmare.. and this has been going on for about a year and a hal... Continue reading ...
"Bring a Guest"
Posted by Emily Brooks on Friday, May 1, 2009,
“Bring a Guest”
..And so I brought you, Where my heart said “you're invited, Bring a guest”.
The party was a masquerade, but you brought yourself to find a thousand realities to my one and only fairy tale, each one raising their glasses to the end of the long awaited story.
I didn't expect to find what I witnessed. The day it was raining not one single idea was dampened with regret. Somehow laughter was created from the bits and pieces of broken yesterdays, shattered by someone else.
I br... Continue reading ...
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All About Emily
I'm a wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt and writer. I am described through these blogs and my poetry, so feel free to discover your opinion of me in them.
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