Creative treasures.
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,
waiting,
patiently.
– Lexie Brooke 🙂
My pain builds up,
shakes, bubbles, bursts.
My pent-up frustration
can’t
be
contained
anymore.
My patience worn paper thin,
wearing,
cracking,
tearing.
Ripped into a million pieces,
or maybe a million and one.
I can’t hide anymore,
can’t pretend
that I’m not
broken.
– Lexie Brooke 🙂
Click!
My gear shifts to
neutral.
I stop driving,
stop soaring past the sights.
I stop parking,
missing all the views.
My mind goes numb,
ignoring
everything.
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 🙂
I think
I might
explode.
Too much to say,
to do.
I’m building up,
bursting at the seams.
Fireworks burst,
sparks coat the floor.
The good,
the bad,
all forced out of me,
in one
grand
explosion.
– Lexie Brooke 🙂
P. S. This was inspired by how I often feel when I have a lot of schoolwork and things I have to do. When I am able to write during a busy time, it pushes these overwhelmed feelings out of me and into a new creative writing piece.
Hope you enjoyed!
You broke me,
snapped me in two.
You cracked me,
split me in half.
You left bits and pieces of my heart
lying on the ground.
You left chunks and slices of my brain
splayed across the floor.
You thought I was over,
far from it.
For maybe these pieces are better,
than the old me.
I can build myself back up,
piece by piece.
I can recreate myself,
bit by bit.
I will keep the good pieces,
and forget the bad ones.
I will construct a new me,
a better me,
without you.
– Lexie Brooke 🙂
The sun shines too bright.
I have to squint to see you,
But it is worth it.
– Lexie Brooke 🙂
Thump, thump, thump.
The sound of my shoes hitting the ground, as I run stronger and stronger, is my perfect harmony.
My heart pounds out of my chest; my breath comes out harsh and sharp. I lose myself in the rhythm.
Scratch, scratch, scratch.Â
The sound of my pen hitting the paper, as I write faster and faster, is my perfect harmony.
My hand cramps; my fingers work tirelessly. I lose myself in the story.
Ha, ha, ha.
The sound of my friends and family giggling, as I laugh harder and harder, is my perfect harmony.
My smile shines; my stomach aches from the laughter. I lose myself in them.
Thump, scratch, ha.
The sound of my shoes, pen, friends and family. I run and write and laugh. I lose myself.
This is my perfect harmony.
– Lexie Brooke 🙂
A young girl once lived in a small, yellow house at the end of a dirt road.
To the left of the house, there were beautiful flowers that reached high into the sky in vibrant shades of blue and pink. There was a long, soft field of green grass and tall trees with long, flowy branches. Bees buzzed and birds chirped; the sun always shined.
To the right of the house, however, there was nothing of the sort. There were dead plants that barely reaches up to one’s knees in haunting shades of brown and gray. There was a patched, rough strip of dull dirt and old chairs with rotted, dirty arms. The only sound was the howling of demons; the sun never shined.
The girl’s bedroom window faced to the left of the house so that every morning she woke up to the radiant sunlight and the dazzling green trees.
The door to the girl’s house faced to the left of the house so that every afternoon she walked out into the spectacular beauty and light of the garden.
Every day, she spent her days taking in the tranquility of the garden.
She planted more flowers, never walking through the dirt and debris on the other side of her house.
She buzzed with the bees and sang with the birds, never going to sit on the old chairs on the other side of her house.
She bathed in the sunlight, never taking notice of the screams and howls on the other side of her house.
In this way, the girl blossomed and bloomed, over on the bright side of her house.
In this way, the girl never confronted the demons right next to her, simply because she never looked at them.
It was never necessary when the bright side was better anyway.
– Lexie Brooke 🙂
P. S. I hope you enjoyed this piece of creative writing, it was inspired by the common phrase/quote “look on the bright side of life”.
I have watched you bloom
Your petals are ruffled, but
All roses have thorns.
– Lexie Brooke 🙂
I drew my little world, on my piece of paper with my Crayola crayons.
I drew my forest, with tall dark trees and rough brown dirt.
I drew my ocean, with deep blue waters and soft tan sand.
I drew my sun, with glowing yellow rays, and my stars, with shining white sparkles.
It was wonderful and beautiful and it was all mine to explore.
I trekked through my forest, climbing trees high above my land.
I dived through my ocean, swimming deep below my land.
My sun shined for me in the day and my stars twinkled for me in the night.
It was glorious and magnificent and it was all mine to inhabit.
One day, you popped into my little world.
I don’t know how you got there, but you did.
On this day, you had your own Crayola crayons.
I don’t know why you brought them, but you did.
You added to my forest, making the trees taller and darker and the dirt rougher and browner.
You added to my ocean, making the waters deeper and bluer and the sand softer and tanner.
You added to my sun, making the rays glow further, and to my stars, making the sparkles shine brighter.
And it turns out your crayons made my world even more wonderful and even more beautiful.
We trekked through my forest, climbing trees to the very top of my land.
We dove through my ocean, swimming to very bottom of my land.
My sun shined for us all day and my stars twinkled for us all night.
And it turns out your company made my world even more glorious and even more magnificent.
But one day, you said it was time for you to go.
I don’t know why you said it, but you did.
On this day, you said this world was mine to live in, not yours.
I don’t know why you felt that, but you did.
So I gave you my forest, with its tall dark trees and rough brown dirt.
I gave you my ocean, with its deep blue water and soft tan sand.
I gave you my sun, with its glowing yellow rays, and my stars, with their shining white sparkles.
On this day, you said this was too much.
I couldn’t see how you thought that, but you did.
On this day, you said maybe we should share the little world.
I couldn’t see why not, so we did.
You gave me back the ocean and the stars, and I let you keep the forest and the sun.
And it was wonderful and beautiful and glorious and magnificent and it was all ours to share.
– Lexie Brooke 🙂
P. S. Hope you enjoyed this piece of creative writing inspired by the book I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson.
The quote that inspired me is: “The sun, stars, oceans, trees, everything, I gave it all up for you”.
