#realtalk — by Hailey Brooks on Friday, December 19, 2014

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Once there was a young boy who grew up in a house full of dancing shoes. I've never been that boy. My life is a lot less poetic, but a...

Fly Me to the Moon — by Hailey Brooks on Tuesday, December 16, 2014

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I remember the sky. Stars piercing the velvety night and late conversations. I don't remember if they were stars, or fireworks.  Yo...

for the sweet princess — by Hailey Brooks on Saturday, November 29, 2014

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We all know that funerals aren't for the dead, they're for the living. And honey, i don't want to go to yours. Not now. I want t...

things my heart says to me that i ignore — by Hailey Brooks on Sunday, November 23, 2014

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listen to me You love her. Stop pretending that you don't.  And stop pretending that she doesn't mean as much to you as she us...

Hold Tight — by Hailey Brooks on Friday, November 14, 2014

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This is about the death of something precious. Once upon a time, there was a boy who loved and believed in himself. He found a girl who ...

on the universe — by Hailey Brooks on Wednesday, November 5, 2014

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Hey you. I'm sitting up on this star without you, and I can't see you from up here. It's nice here. Quiet, dark, cool, an...

I never knew him, but they did. — by Hailey Brooks on Monday, November 3, 2014

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you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved on every lo...

Red Marks — by Hailey Brooks on Wednesday, October 29, 2014

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There's a red mark on your face where you've been leaning on your hand too long. I'm trying to pay attention. Can we just blam...

I'm too young for this — by Hailey Brooks on Monday, October 27, 2014

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This is for the me that's afraid of failure. Afraid my friends will pity me to see where I go in life. This is for the me that hasn'...

unperfection — by Hailey Brooks on Thursday, October 23, 2014

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Please accept this quick reminder of imperfection. I'm imperfect. You're imperfect. We all are. Now that's out of th...

Possible Senior Quotes — by Hailey Brooks on Sunday, October 5, 2014

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" I'm happy to be alive, I'm happy to be who I am." -Michael Jackson "And the boy loved the tree... and the tree w...

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road — by Hailey Brooks on Sunday, September 28, 2014

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The rain on the road wears the bricks down and soon you won't see them anymore . Its dark and its scary and you have dreams of fires...

An Awfully Big Adventure — by Hailey Brooks on Sunday, September 28, 2014

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"But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no mor...

We never went camping this summer — by Hailey Brooks on Thursday, September 18, 2014

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Every time I look at you.... Well my heart doesn't leap out of my chest but something happens. Something that feels less like the boil...

What lessons have I learned? — by Hailey Brooks on Tuesday, September 16, 2014

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If ever you called yourself my teacher, this is for you. I've spent a long time trying to be good. Trying to be better, be amazing, b...

Nothing can we call our own but death — by Hailey Brooks on Sunday, September 14, 2014

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There is a sort of death that doesn't feel like death. It is more like a birth of enlightenment in your soul; a realization that kills w...

I wish — by Hailey Brooks on Sunday, September 14, 2014

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Regrets are part of us So many days spent indoors watching the rain hit our windows, the words "I wish" dripping off our finge...

Before & After — by Hailey Brooks on Friday, September 5, 2014

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Her — by Hailey Brooks on Tuesday, September 2, 2014

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"Does she make you happy?" "Sometimes." "It's a yes or no question." "... Yes. In the end of e...

For the Uncertainty — by Hailey Brooks on Monday, September 1, 2014

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This is for the you that hates me and the me that hates you. It doesn't matter because I still love you. And I refuse to let this be...

An American in Paris — by Hailey Brooks on Wednesday, August 27, 2014

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These lies belong to me.  This belongs to me.  The sun belongs to me, the smell of rain on the pavement belongs to me.  The sound o...