Ava Brooke
✨Aspiring Actress /I love to read and especially love writing humorous poems 😃 🎉❤️✨
Ava Brooke
✨Aspiring Actress /I love to read and especially love writing humorous poems 😃 🎉❤️✨
✨Aspiring Actress /I love to read and especially love writing humorous poems 😃 🎉❤️✨
✨Aspiring Actress /I love to read and especially love writing humorous poems 😃 🎉❤️✨
In the morning rush, what a sight to behold, A broken shoelace, all tangled and old! With each step I take, a mournful sound, Hobbling along, feeling earthbound.
Oh, the irony, the humor so dry, In this tiny mishap, a dramatic sigh. But fear not, I'll march on with flair, In this comedy of life, I'll dare to care.
For even in shoelaces' tiny schemes, There's a tale of dreams and broken seams.
In the quiet solace of a tear's gentle fall, A world of emotions, both big and small. Each drop a story, a whispered plea, In the embrace of tears, we find our decree.
They shimmer like stars in the night's embrace, A reflection of the soul's hidden grace. In sorrow's depths or joy's sweet swell, Tears carry the tales our hearts long to tell.
Through trials endured and battles fought, In the silent surrender, lessons are wrought. For in the language of tears, we find release, A sacred balm, a moment of peace.
So let them flow, these tears we shed, In their shimmering dance, we find our thread. For in their tender embrace, we discover, The power of tears, our hearts uncover.
I’m 17- 4 months away from the day when I’ll need to choose a “suitable job”. My childhood dream was to be a princess, looking back, I wish I would have chosen something else. Being a princess isn’t exactly realistic, I’ve been trying to fulfill this fantasy since I was thirteen. I have four months to do it. Four months. Everyone in this town completed theirs. I don’t want to be a failure.
We moved to London so I would have a shot at it. I’ve had as much luck as I did in America. Dating guys here and there asking, “are you by chance royalty?” On the first date, probably sounding like a total creeper. Mom says I should be patient, but that method is yet to work, and I don’t have a lot of time left. I met a few guys who lied to me, “uh yeah totally I’m royal” I pace the halls, thinking, I need a strategy. “Alanaaa!!” My mom’s voice echoes through the house “Yeaaa?!” “ come here!!” I groan and then make my way to the living room. “What?” Mom’s smile is contagious. “I found a guy-“ “Mommm!” “No listen, I think he may be worth trying out!” “Whatever” “He’ll met you tommorow for lunch!!” I practically stomp away. It’s bad enough I can’t find Prince Charming but now mom’s playing match maker? Things could NOT get worse.
I’m in my room choosing the prettiest dress to wear for lunch, it shouldn’t be too dressy, but still look nice. Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. My heart runs back and forth, and butterflies flutter in my stomach. He’s early! I rush to fix my hair and then tumble down the stairs. He isn’t bad looking, plus one point for mom. “Good afternoon” his voice is warm and it matches his appearance perfectly. He’s tall with messy, brown hair slicked back. His suit is much dressier than my dress. “Shall we go?” “Yes” He smiles at my mom and we head out.
“He had a car!” I’m on the phone with Lilly, my best friend. It’s been four months since our first date, we’ve been on two more since. “Yeah, but you only have a day until your birthday!” I hate hearing that phrase. “I know I know” I roll my eyes. “ but I know I’ll-“ all of the sudden, as if he was listening, his phone buzzed across my phone. “Bye Lilly” “Wait-!” “Hello?” He says, with his deep voice. “Hi.” “Meet me at the park in 20 minutes” “Wh-“ He hangs up.” I race downstairs to tell mom.
When I was three, I loved princesses, and when I was four, I chose to be a princess. Like I said before, I really wish i hadn’t. I eventually get to the park. I decided to walk, sience for the first time in forever, London is sunny and beautiful. Henry is sitting on a bench, I trot over and sit beside him. “Hey!” I smile at him, and he smiles back. “So what did you need me for?” He looks as though he’s thinking. “What was your childhood dream?” I awkwardly laugh before responding, “I wanted to be a princess” He laughs then looks at me more seriously. “I wanted to be a prince” “Really? That’s funny!” He looks at me seriously I feel my face grow red. “I think I love you.” “Henry-“ “Yes or no?” “Henry, I love you too.” He smiles warmly. “Good, now one more question” “Okay…?” “Would you be my princess?” “Henry! I mean I-“ Suddenly he inturrupts me and pulls our lips together and for a minute everything just disappears, all my worries gone. We pull away and look at each other, then we start laughing like old friends.
In twilight's grasp, our last embrace, Echoes of Taylor's song, our silent space. With tears in our eyes, like the lyrics convey, We knew it was time to go our separate way.
As your lips met mine for the final time, I felt the ache, like in her rhyme. In that bittersweet moment, I felt the pain, Of our last kiss, like drops of rain.
So farewell, my almost lover, in echoes of her art, I'll carry the sadness, deep in my heart. Like Taylor's words, our story will linger, In the melody of goodbye, I'll forever remember.
MEG: College. I’ve looked forward to this day since I was 13 years old watching the High School Musical scene, where they graduate high school. I had designed my dorm and everything. Obviously high school wasn’t at all like High School Musical. Lots of things had gone wrong. The kind of things that send you plunging face first into an emo/grunge phase. “Meg!” I snap back to reality at dad’s voice. Where am I again? I think to myself. Right. I’m standing on the familiar ruby, brick steps waiting for dad to grab the camera. “Yeah?” I reply. “Come here!” I groan before hesitantly walking through the doorway. “Dad! I have to get going and-“ Hes holding a yellowish, tear stained, aged photograph It’s of me and Tom. We look so happy, he has his arm around my shoulders. The date on the back reads “March 29th 2012” I smile to myself. HONK HONK “THE BUS IS HERE!” “I gotta go! Bye dad love ya!”
The bus ride here was long and exhausting. I reach into my pocket. I brought the photo with me. I’m not sure why, but for some reason it gives me butterflies in my stomach. I remember when Tom and I broke up, I had blasted “Last Kiss” and “Dear John”. I smile and check my schedule, “dorm number 100” is etched in the smallest handwriting I’ve ever seen. I’m looking forward to meeting my roommate. I hope it’s somebody somewhat like me. I climb the stairs. My heart thudding so hard in my chest, that I’m sure everyone can hear it. Finally, I reach the door marked 100. I turn the knob and- TOM?!?!
Authors note: Hey! Hope you liked it!! Let me know if I should continue with Tom’s POV!!
“Happy birthday dear Penelope” “Happy birthday to you!” The only thing more akward than being sung happy birthday Is when it’s not your birthday Mom wanted desert, But didn’t want to pay So here I am, Red as a tomato At mom’s favorite place for Alfredo I think I’ll sink into a personal hole And pluck the hair from the waitress’s mole
“Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?” I knew it was a stupid question, but who knows? Mrs. Bea scoffed before responding “The sun is an inaminate object of course it does not get lonely” I felt my face grow red and hot. The class snickered behind me. I would rather sink into a hole than sit in this cramped, sweat stenched classroom. To my relief, the bell rings right on time. I decided to head to the library. Mom wouldn’t mind, she’ll be too obsorbed in her new boyfriend to even notice. The sun doesn’t get lonely so why was I so convinced it does? The familiar friendly face of Ms. Walley greeted me as I walked in. Her bright smile almost blinding. “Good Evening Ms. Seace!” I smiled and continued walking. Where would books about the sun be? Maybe with the nonfiction? Yes! There it is! A book titled “The sun” I opened to the first page my heartbeat pounding and my face holding the widest grin imaginable. There the words etched across the page read: “The sun is an inaminate object, it absolutely does not have feelings.”
I don’t mean to embarrass you Really, I don’t mean to, But instead of Harry Potter Try drinking some water Or learn to sew It comes in handy you know You’ll make friends along the way Not all of them have nice things to say You’ll find yourself And learn your lefts From rights, Jump on the trampoline Instead of growing up