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haiku: la belle vie

la vie est très belle

je veux bien être heureuse

alors, pourquoi pas?

– Lexie Brooke 🙂



life is very beautiful

i want to be happy

so, why not?

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poem: your name


do I keep


your name?

your name,

that I said between giggles

showing each other

pictures on our phones.

your name,

that I cried out in frustration

lighting the Bunsen burners

in a science lab.

your name,

that I whispered under my breath

sneaking in a joke

between the teacher’s lectures.


your name,

that I say with a small smile

speaking calmly

though I feel like screaming.

your name,

all that is left

besides the pictures

and the now one-sided memories.

your name,

that will never again pop up on my Google Drive

that will never be put on a high school diploma

that will never again say mine.

your name,

a never-forgotten memory

of a life well-lived

always on my mind.


– Lexie Brooke 🙂


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stardust and spirit: for Sarah

a shooting star herself –

a child of the universe,

made of stardust and spirit,

in love with the moon.

her soul wanders  –

roaming through outer space,

searching for constellations,

while we search for her traces of her here.

her light sparkles on earth –

beaming through the wildflowers,

glowing through the sun,

ever-present and ever-brilliant.

a bright spark of passion –

burned out too soon,

but shining eternally

in the stars.


– Lexie Brooke 🙂




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Poem: broken scale

A life measured in numbers,

two days here, then three there,

basing my schedule on the clock.

Split the holidays, the weekends,

alternating school breaks,

basing my life on legal agreements.

Every Tuesday, then every Saturday,

packing my bags up once again,

basing my calendar on the cycle.


My bags strain my back,

full of my favorite clothes and stuffed animals,

who are forced to move around with me.

They are a physical reminder,

of the weight I constantly carry

on my shoulders.


I see a family in the street,

a little girl swinging on her parents’ arms –

arms with hands that hold each other,

and hands with fingers that hold rings.

And all I can think is

that used to be me,

that could be me,

that would have been me.


All I can think is some variation of,

why can’t that just be me?


How can I feel homeless,

when I have two addresses?


I guess that’s what happens

when your family portrait gets ripped in half,

and you try to piece it back together,

but the parts don’t match anymore.


I guess that’s what happens

when your support system is irreparably shattered,

and you wish you could fix it,

but the sound of the glass breaking is too much for your ears to bear.


I guess that’s what happens

when you try to maintain two separate lives with two separate families,

and you try to balance your disjointed life,

wavering on a forever broken scale.


– Lexie Brooke 🙂

P. S.

Just want everyone to know that I’m perfectly fine and happy, and I love both of my parents very much! This poem is somewhat based on my life experiences but is also definitely a big exaggeration from what I feel 🙂




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My “blog ideas” list is bursting with hundreds of perfect topics. I want to write about all of them. They are all beautiful and they are all wonderful. It takes a while for me to decide, but I settle on a topic. This should be easy now, right? I have the whole idea envisioned in my brain; all I have to do is write it out.

New document created. I just need a title, and that’s pretty simple. Except, it isn’t. I can’t even think of what to call my piece. I decide on “Untitled” for now. It’ll come to me. I promise.

Now, on to the piece. I had this all planned out. Well, not exactly. I had a vision of what it would look like, what it would feel like. I just have to translate that into words. I type an intro, go back to edit it, and then hit DELETE. I’ll try again. This one goes straight to DELETE, too.

Maybe I should try a different topic.

Alright, moving down the list, that’s okay. Next idea. I had the vision for this one, too. The last idea was just a fluke.

But, no, I can’t get this one either. Everything I write is wrong. It doesn’t fit my beautiful, wonderful idea. It’s not what I was thinking when I added it to the list.

Where is my mind? The mind that writes pieces so easily, so smoothly, so effortlessly. The mind that knows exactly how to translate my thoughts into words. Most days, anyway.


Maybe another day.

– Lexie Brooke 🙂

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She is

She is sunshine,

turns beauty into pain.

She picks others up

even when she is down.

She is a firework,

covers the world in sparks.

She lights up the night

even when she feels dark.

She is a rainbow,

pokes out after the storm.

She heightens people’s days,

even when she is low.

She is inside you,

waiting to be pulled out from the tangles,

waiting for her moment to shine,




– Lexie Brooke 🙂

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My gear shifts to


I stop driving,

stop soaring past the sights.

I stop parking,

missing all the views.

My mind goes numb,



I lean back into my seat,

slumping over

losing my thoughts.

All too quickly,

my break is over.

My hand moves back towards the gear,

ready to drive,

ready to fly.


– Lexie Brooke 🙂