Brooke's Poetry

Shalin, she sits in a black and white world,
Though quiet she appears when her sails are furled,
One glimpse of purple doth reveal her secret
She stores in a place where clues are kept...

Alive she awakens with a spirit unconquered,
With strengths that only she hath discovered
To power her way through university
And cane those guys' asses most definitely.

Moral of this story: good things come in small packages :)
Note: small PURPLE packages :)

Also: Everyone bluffs, but guys pretend
they're better than they are and girl tend to hide their strengths... :)
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Silence is golden, but speech has a sound
beyond description in this world's primitive
language. It speaks for itself.
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The princess, once barricaded inside a crypt
of her blind hurt, now dries her eyes and
steps beyond the stagnant shadows she had
built to hide her broken heart from the world.
A silent calling has awakened her senses and
she instinctively seeks to find the source,
only to find it is a voice once heard before,
renewed. Is it merely an echo she relives to
bring comfort and meaning to her life, or is
the voice inviting her to reclaim the heart
she thought she once held? An answer awaits:
Seek, and ye shall find.

In anticipation of the search...

Princess Brooke

PS-notice I am a princess once again, but
whose, I know not...
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Stars shine silvery bright,
Dwelling high in the sky at night;
Though clouds may take their passage of flight

To rob us of this enchanting sight,
When at last our eyes do meet
The stars are much more a precious treat.







It has been said in days of old,
the eyes are the windows to the soul.
The soul in turn is based within the heart,
thus the heart and eyes should never be apart.

But should something stop the access between,
the eyes may say more than they really mean.
Or the heart's true desire may not arise,
for the coldness shadowing the lover's eyes.

However, this faulty link may be patched,
if the bearer of the eyes is so attached,
as to breach the gap with a spoken word.
Speech is most beautiful, when it is heard.
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Presence is of utmost importance in the
superficial realm of the modern world. Though
one may be silent, they are heard. One such
person projected such a presence; I could not
defend myself from the overwhelming
omniscience that did cloak me from other
thoughts I may have had just prior to the
intrusion. The eyes I believe are the link to
the source of the presence. Piercing and
determined, no words can justify the entrance
of the person better than a glance?
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A Tribute to Leah

The brightness is trapped in a black and white cage
vibrantly she scorched the walls in rage
at being kept so long hidden and enclosed
her full brilliant potential unexposed

but ahead her day of glory shall come
when the battle against the cage has been fought and won
and valiantly she'll defend her crown
risen she'll be, no more need to come down

deserving she will be be of this honour of course
for it was she who sat astride the horse
when the smothering cloak was finally torn

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These poems were written by Brooke Longville and are used under her permission if you wish to use them contact Brooke or Myself FIRST.

Copywright 2000 Pegasus, Brooke Longville