Beautiful galaxy viewed from Earth
Poem

I don’t know

“We are what we believe we are.” -C.S Lewis
What is the meaning of life?
I don’t know.
Maybe happiness
Love
 Success
Charity
Giving and taking
Making something new
Watching ideas grow
Take shape
Transcend space 
and time
 and your own life...
I don’t know:
I’m much too young, aren’t I?

Why are we here?
I don’t know. 
Maybe for a purpose
Because life
 Evolved us into being
A higher power
A special role
A calling
A perfect passion designed for us
Another worker bee in a
Grand colony
Just to be 
and live 
and exist....
I don’t know:
I’m much too inexperienced, aren’t I?

Who are you to give advice?
I don’t know.
Maybe just a girl
Behind a computer
Typing the thoughts in her brain
Building worlds and characters into existence
Right there
On a little webpage
With a blinking cursor
Scrambling for inspiration
Wracking my brain
Make haste
and write
and build…
I don’t know:
I’m much too inarticulate, aren’t I?

What do these questions have in common?
I don’t know.
Maybe they’re special 
Because everyone
In the whole wide world
Has a different answer to each
A passion
A calling
A reason to be,
Live
and work
and breathe…
I don’t know:
I’m much too young for this, aren’t I?

What is the meaning of life?
Maybe mine is
To be happy
To be a writer
To make haste
To create 
To love and to hate
To exist in this cacophony 
and wait
and simply be…
I think so.

Why are we here?
Maybe I am here
To be an archaeologist
A microbiologist
An author
A soldier
A researcher
Historian
Zoologist
Astronomer
To find my passion 
and explore the world
and be fearless…
I think so.

Who am I to give advice?
…
I do know:
I am just a girl.
A speck in the infinite river of time
One bright star in a never-ending sky
An author
A poet
A musician
I give my two cents on life
and live
and laugh, because...
I do know something.
I know myself.

I’m a girl
A speck
A star in a beautiful,
gem-studded sky
I’m unique
and wonderful
and meant for great things...
I know so.
Poem

🐕 Dog in every view

Beautiful dog
Dopey smile 
Lolling tongue 
Wagging tail

Candy dog
Chocolate fur
Caramel eyes
Taffy tongue

Feisty dog
Wrecked tennis ball
Rooted-up yard
Snappy bark

Clumsy dog
Strewn-out toys
Bulky hips
Awkward paws

Quick dog
Pulsing heart
Sleek build
Lightning legs

Lazy dog
Sleepy evenings
Sluggish movements
Snoring nose

Hungry dog
Expectant beg
Dripping drool
Shredded bone

Same dog
In every view
You can’t have just one
Because all their love is for you
Poem

🌺 Midnight Lily, Bloom!

Casablanca “night-blooming” lily, via Earth-n-World
Midnight lily blooms
Flowers lustrous, blooming, sweet
Shy, afraid of day

Beautiful blossom
Afraid to show her glory
What are you scared of?

Frightened of the sun?
Scared your beauty will outshine
The red daylight rose?

Midnight lily, shine!
Dare to bloom, under the sun...
Show the world your worth

Petal, blossom wide
Throw your colors to the sky
Life is yours to take

Dwelling in moonlight
Hide away beneath the stars
Tantalizing grace

Midnight lily blooms
Ready to show her beauty
Envy of the rose

Pride of the garden
Beautiful both night and day
Midnight lily shines
Writer's Wednesday!

Writer’s Block. A Writer’s Wednesday Poem

Blank sheet.

Cursor blinking furiously against the white.

I’ve been at this all night. 

Blank sheet.

The unfilled space is ominously bright.

Not enough ideas to start this out right!

Blank sheet. 

Tick… tock… tick… tock.

Deadline drawing nearer:

Thoughts aren’t any clearer.

Tick… tock… tick… tock.

A bell chimes the hour, I’m weak in the knees. 

I stare at nothingness, slamming the keys.

Tick tock!

The clock insists, but I’m trapped in writer’s block.

No words.

I can’t seem to think. 

Every word or phrase I’ve ever heard, entirely down the sink.

No words.

Blinking black line.

Begging for some words to write, I have to decline.

No words.

Write it down!

The sheet insists, but my brain is out of town.

Can’t write!

Time is marching on,

Grades and fans will be up and gone.

Can’t write!

Inspiration is sparse.

How can I be a writer if I can’t write for arse?

Can’t write!

Push those keys!

The screen insists, but my ideas are on the breeze.

One word. 

My name.

Let’s turn this spark into a flame!

Two words.

The date.

At least I’m in a better state…

Writer’s block.

Write more!

The people insist, but I’m tired to my core.

Writer’s block.

The blank page stares me down.

I feel like such a clown…

Writer’s block.

Titles evade me.

Should I take a break? Would that just be lazy?

Writer’s block.

One word.

Two words.

Three, four.

The stress is mounting, I can’t take it anymore.

Five words.

Six words.

Seven, eight.

Backspace it all, too late.

Blank sheet.

Writer's Wednesday!

✨Happiness- A Writer’s Wednesday Poem!

Source: The Economic Times

Happiness…

The true treasure of man.

People search their lives for the key to it,

Desperately looking for some big secret.


But they will never find it, though they try with all their power.

The harder they search, the further it slips away,

Like grappling for soap in a hot shower,

Getting more out of reach with each futile day.


Why? It’s simple.

There is no real key.

Happiness lies in the little things.

The more you look for it, the less you see


Happiness is fuzzy socks on a cold day,

it is the warmth of the hearth on Christmas night.

Happiness is the wind in your hair as you whip down a

Rollercoaster, exhilarated and screaming with joy and fright.

Happiness is the beautiful, echoing note singing out of a french horn.

Sweet and pure, so dainty! Like a rose without a thorn.

You can feel it in the tide that laps against your toes,

You can smell it in the breeze that brings sea salt to your nose!

Happiness is inside jokes with a friend,

Laughter that never seems to end.

Happiness is the brilliant blue expanse of summer sky,

Laying on your back watching clouds drift by.

Happiness is the sugary, mouthwatering cookie dough

As you lick it from the spoon, laughing at the warning with a defiant glow.

Happiness is singing your heart out to a song,

Dancing around the room, feeling so free,

So deliriously joyful that your heart just might burst

As you hit the perfect note while you sing along.

That golden glow of happiness that we crave so dearly

Is found not by one specific thing,

But by all the little moments that clearly

Make life worth living.

Writer's Wednesday!

A house is just a house- A Writer’s Wednesday Poem!

In the spirit of April, the poetry celebration month, this is another poem I wrote for English class that I think is thought provoking and really makes you think about everyday things.

A house is just a house- A poem by Autumn Brutyn

A house is just a house.

Each wall is simply wood,

The roof is but a scrawny slab of shingles.

A house is just a house.

Or is it?

Have you ever given a second thought

To the railing on the stairs?

It helps you when you’re weak,

But you don’t do the same.

It supports you on your rise,

Helps you all the way…

Yet you don’t do the same.

And when you reach the top,

Reach your destination,

The place where it worked so hard to get you,

You let go.

It’s just not useful anymore… so you let go.

Discard it thoughtlessly, everyday.

Abandon that rail when it helped you so much.

Have you ever given it a second thought?

No, you haven’t, have you?

When a light bulb gets dim, you don’t

Give it any light, you don’t fix it!

No, you throw it away.

Simply because it lacked light.

After all it had illuminated,

It lives in the trash.

All because it was dim that one day.

When you’re depressed, or dull,

Do we throw you in the trash?

No, we don’t!

It’s different, you say,

But is it really?

A house is just a house.

The stairs are just a structure,

A light is just a light,

The rail is simply wood.

A house is just a house.

Or is it?

Writer's Wednesday!

Writer’s Wednesday! Summer Soiree- A poem

Image from Walldevil

This week, I was inspired to change it up a little bit and post a poem instead of the usual fictional piece because of the poetry unit we are doing in ELA. In English, summer soiree translates to summer evening, and I wanted to represent my vision of a warm, late summer night when the world is on the cusp of autumn.

Summer soiree by Autumn Brutyn

The sun sets over the world

Illuminating the land in a golden glow

Beams of light receding,

Welcoming the shadows of night.

As the moon descends from heaven,

A pale and milky white,

And drenches the sky in moonlight,

Upon this summer night.

An eagle watches from a far up branch,

Surveying the rolling lands

A sea of trees with yellowing leaves

Heavenly and serene upon the gnarled branch he stands.

How could such an ugly color

Give way to brilliant gold?

How can such a grotesque, rotting yellow,

Hold orange and fiery crimsons untold?

Each baring branch claws the sky,

Bathed in silver light,

Each blade of grass glimmers with dew,

The world shines with moonbeams

Descending from the sky.

Feathers ruffle in the breeze,

Gazing out to the sparkling sea

A distant wave crashes,

A cry out to the land.

Sand glimmers gold in the sweet shining light

A symphony of sounds whisper on the wind

Tides pounding the shore, a canary’s lovestruck song,

Melancholy gales howl through the trees

Yet the eagle still stands strong.

Summer soiree, the moon is shining bright

Summer evening, autumn creeps through the world

Summer soiree, an eagle surveys the night

Beautiful starlight as the dark gives way to day,

The gorgeous, gleaming colors

Soft wind blows over

Heaven on earth, the perfect

Summer soiree