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Brooklyn Brundage

Brooklyn Brundage

12
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Brooklyn Brundage

Brooklyn Brundage

12
Writings
5
Followers
1
Following
white represent purity

Brooklyn Brundage

1 min read

white represents purity

it feels like innocence and security


partnered with any color shows beauty and strength

clouds and snow have great meaning and depth


colors are so much more than just green, blue, and red

try looking for the beautiful background instead...

Poetry

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Coffee Beans and a Berry Bush

Brooklyn Brundage

2 min read

I glimpse into the dark and see coffee beans on the ground. No, it's just pebbles. Maybe I could trick my mind into seeing a chicken roasted dinner if I really wanted to. My mouth begins to water, telling me that's not a good idea. The things I would do for food right now.

The hunger slowly creeps around my neck, burning. I feel myself becoming more weary by the minute.

Maybe if I close ...

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Thats What It's All About

Brooklyn Brundage

1 min read

People that force smiles

That force good laughter and love

The memories formed

Thats what friendship is about

No room for judgement, just _love_...

Poetry

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Betrayal

Brooklyn Brundage

1 min read

The acid begins to climb up my throat. It's not real of course, but I feel like I could vomit fire. Maybe the anger slowly taking over my heart could turn me into a dragon. The thought makes me laugh.

The look on her face goes from apologetic to confused. Oh, how I wish I could put my knuckle so far into her face she goes cross-eyed. But I can't.

The love I used to have for her, quickly ...

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Life Falling Apart ≠ You Wont Be Alright

Brooklyn Brundage

1 min read

My life feels like it's falling apart

It's just so different from the start

My friends seem to hate me

and myself, is just so hard to be


It feels like nothing is going my way

It's nearly impossible to see a purpose to stay

My skin over my bones, doesn't feel right

People, that were once so close, now out of sight


But God is there, whispering in my ear

"Hey, I'm right over here"

Not knowing Him, ...

Poetry

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Trees Fall, Roots Don't

Brooklyn Brundage

1 min read

As strong winds blow

The strong trees grow

Instead of being ripped from the ground

It's roots hold it, safe and sound


Roots are what grounds trees

Just as our roots ground us

Our experiences and reactions grow roots

Our passions and satisfactions grow roots


Your personality is your story

But so are your scars

Fight or flight reaction

It is all adaptation


Our roots are who we are

Just as the nig...

Poetry

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10 Reasons

Brooklyn Brundage

1 min read

Count every way _I've_ loved _you_

You'll need more than your fingers and toes

Count every way _you've_ loved _me_

The only number that grows is the inches of your nose


You've given me 10 reasons

Not for what you think

_10 reasons to leave you_

Because you're the reason tears leave my eyes when I blink


_10_ missing assignments because you always made me skip.

_9_ times I've rewrote this, to hope...

Poetry

Romance

I have a Confession to Make

Brooklyn Brundage

1 min read

I have a confession to make

With everything that is at sake

My family is fighting

My friends are crying


Everything I've fought for

On my knees, praying on the floor

"God, help me"

I mutter under sobbing breaths


The things that I've said

The blood that I've bled

I didn't have You in my heart

"Help me, God, where do I start?"


I want to clean up this mess I've made

I didn't deserve it, but You sti...

Poetry

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Stars and Scars

Brooklyn Brundage

1 min read

Looking up at the stars

Looking down at my scars

I've worked so hard to get this far


Every mark is a reminder

Of a time I thought would last forever

But I've moved on, no matter the pressure


Whether my heart was heavy or light

I've always put up a fight

For the moments I thought would last forever


Looking up at the stars

Looking down at my scars

I want _this_ moment to last forever


The breeze ...

Poetry

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When I Look in the Mirror

Brooklyn Brundage

5 min read

I can't look at mirrors.

Why?

No, it is not because I'll melt or because I'm cursed. It is because I'll cry.

I have been told I am beautiful my whole life, but how can I believe something I can't see?

There are things that I love about myself, don't get me wrong. I like my side-profile and my lips; I have naturally straight teeth, which I _am_ grateful for, but these things can...

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