Brooklyn Bella

Joined May 2021

14 stories

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Writer and dreamer weaving poems of love, grief and growth. My work blends resilience with magic, creating whimsical, anime inspired visions that center Black voices. <3

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True Love
True love is Strong; it makes it through storms. Isn’t lost. Doesn’t cost. Doesn’t hate or scorn. Is whispered words
By Brooklyn Bella2 months ago in Poets
Truth
You rather be the one that got away. Be alone, keep your guard up, and lead my heart astray. Jump ship and act like you never cared.
By Brooklyn Bella2 months ago in Poets
Queen
I’ll never look for another human to pick me and that’s fine. I’ll lay alone, thankful for the peace in me I find. Bet it’s real lonely
By Brooklyn Bella3 months ago in Poets
Slave to Pride
Part I – The Chains You built your throne out of silence, and crowned it peace. But peace don’t hurt like this peace don’t bleed.
By Brooklyn Bella3 months ago in Poets
When
When the world tells you to shrink, Stretch your arms wide Speak with the voice that is “Too Much” You were not made to whisper.
By Brooklyn Bella3 months ago in Poets
Begin
Where do I begin to love again? Not in a stranger, not in a friend. But here, in the mirror that stares me down, I learn to rise though I’ve nearly drowned.
By Brooklyn Bella3 months ago in Poets
Almost
I almost love without the fear, But the past still lingers, sharp and near. Each touch I give, a shadowed plea, Of what I want but cannot be.
By Brooklyn Bella3 months ago in Poets
Hope
Light breaking from the grayest clouds, A happy face amongst jaded crowds. First breath given, a second start, Life unfolding, a beating heart.
By Brooklyn Bella4 months ago in Poets
Until it’s Time
My heart beats quietly but it beats for you Like the ocean keeps secrets beneath the blue Every wave whispers your name on my skin
By Brooklyn Bella5 months ago in Poets
Home
It’s not the marble floors or vaulted beams, Not chandeliers that glitter like dreams. Not square footage or the grand estate
By Brooklyn Bella5 months ago in Poets
If I Could
If I could hold all your sorrow. If peace was a thing that I could borrow. If faith was a thing that could be seen. If happiness was as guaranteed as grass is green.
By Brooklyn Bella6 months ago in Poets
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There’s something poetic in what I see The way this house reminds me of me. Pretty, but weathered, worn by time, Crawling with ghosts in dust and grime.
By Brooklyn Bella6 months ago in Poets

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