Brie Boleyn

Joined May 2021

59 stories

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I write about love like I’ve never been hurt—and heartbreak like I’ll never love again. Poems for the romantics, the wrecked, and everyone rereading old messages.

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Regency Roadsters
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a literary character in possession of a distinct personality, must be in want of a car. And so, in the spirit of modern matchmaking, I've traded in carriages for convertibles, estates for engines, and discovered which each Pride and Prejudice character would drive today- from Mr. Darcy's brooding luxury coupe to Lydia's questionable convertible choices.
By Brie Boleyn3 months ago in Geeks
House of Quiet Things
There’s a light that flickers in the hall, though I swear I changed that bulb last spring. The air hums low, a nervous thing—
By Brie Boleyn3 months ago in Poets
False Fall
I imagine autumn the way the storytellers promised— air so crisp it cracks when you breathe, smoke curling from chimneys,
By Brie Boleyn3 months ago in Poets
The Other Half
When God was running low on souls, He must’ve split one down the middle — gave you the spark, gave me the flame, and whispered, “Go find each other someday.”
By Brie Boleyn3 months ago in Poets
The Siren’s Secret
They never see the sharp beneath the shimmer, the ache dressed up in art. I learned to smile like safety, while I’m tearing them apart.
By Brie Boleyn3 months ago in Poets
Crystals in the Wound
I used to think the breaking was the end, a quiet final act, curtains drawn, marble dust on the floor where I fell. But the wound glittered—
By Brie Boleyn3 months ago in Poets
Dear Moon,
Dear Moon, I’m writing from the dressing room, still painted in your borrowed bloom. The crowd has gone, the air is thin,
By Brie Boleyn3 months ago in Poets
The Missed Capture
I follow the sound of branches breaking, but when I arrive, there is only wind. Every arrow I carry is made of questions I never asked.
By Brie Boleyn3 months ago in Poets
Elegy for an Unwritten Story
I kept you at arm’s length, like I had all the time in the world to circle back. But time isn’t kind— it doesn’t wait, it steals.
By Brie Boleyn4 months ago in Poets
The Made Up Ones
I put my trust in real men, and it filed for bankruptcy. Every “not like other guys” is just chapter one in the same tired trilogy.
By Brie Boleyn4 months ago in Poets
Fractured Self
Mirror cracks at dusk, Reflections don’t match my face. I blink. Still, I stare.
By Brie Boleyn4 months ago in Poets
Beneath the Ice
Shadows whisper low, Moonlight cracks the frozen pond— Something moves beneath.
By Brie Boleyn4 months ago in Poets

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Regency Roadsters

House of Quiet Things

False Fall

The Other Half

The Siren’s Secret

Crystals in the Wound

Dear Moon,

The Missed Capture

Elegy for an Unwritten Story

The Made Up Ones

Fractured Self

Beneath the Ice

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