~Brooke Moran~ : Writing

Seasons

Seasons

A Poem by ~Brooke Moran~


My family are the seasons.My father is summer.Sometimes it is an enjoyable daybut others are too hot to bare.Payton is spring.Mostly a happy day.But s..
Where I'm From

Where I'm From

A Poem by ~Brooke Moran~


I am from my glasses view,from Sally's Nail Polish,and my Cover Girl make-up.I am from thebrown wooden front door.I am from the tall tree in my front ..
I Am The One Who...

I Am The One Who...

A Poem by ~Brooke Moran~


I am the one who loves fall,enjoying the scents, colors, and weather.I am the one who loves singing.Often bugging my parents with my loud music.I am t..
Escaping Reality (Draft 3)

Escaping Reality (Draft 3)

A Poem by ~Brooke Moran~


I shut my eyes.Patiently,I wait for the last few moments of consciousness to fade away.My head is full with thoughts about my day.My pillow softly pre..
Beauty Queen

Beauty Queen

A Poem by ~Brooke Moran~


Wind blows through her hair.Making it flow onto her face.She pushes it away,and sways to the beat.Never has she looked so beautiful.Her eyes so bright..
Flowing Beauty

Flowing Beauty

A Poem by ~Brooke Moran~


All are silent,patiently waiting for the sound to flow through their ears.The stage never felt so empty,so big.Slowly the piano playsinnocent keys.Whi..
Escaping Reality(draft 2)

Escaping Reality(draft 2)

A Poem by ~Brooke Moran~


I close my eyes. I wait for the last few minutes of conseciousness to fade away. My head is filled with thoughts about my day. The pillow is soft a..
The Aching That Never Leaves

The Aching That Never Leaves

A Poem by ~Brooke Moran~


I feel so underneath the world.My skin aches for a presence.Something I can hold on to, something I can call "mine".There is a small voice inside that..