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Mar 2015 Brooke

Sad

Mar 2015 Brooke

ray

Sad

It’s a sad existence
For me, at least
The simplest things in life
Never cease to fail me
I don't have it hard
I am as plain as Jane gets
My existence is
Pin straight
Dutifully brown hair
Eyes like dark curtains in a dark room
I am merely the wallpaper
The sky behind the sun
Or sometimes the early morning fog
(on my good days)
It’s a sad existence

I have friends of all sorts
But nobody to sit with at lunch
I am probably too bothersome
Like the pigeons that sit on the roof
And peck at the windows
Or maybe I’m the moon
Cherished by night,
But ignored by day
I am as sad,
somber
And sometimes
I burn bright like the sun
(in my good months)
It’s a sad existence

I have love
He sits beside me everyday
But he chooses to ignore that fact
That the room lights up every time
Our eyes meet
And instead
He runs after the girls
who will forget him in a heart beat
Which is ironic
because I often figure he’d do the same to me
But yet here I am
We are very much the same
Running after people we can’t have
(everyday)
It is indeed a sad existence

#love #friends #metaphor #sad #sun #moon #existence #simile #plain #jane

Mar 2015 Brooke

Monsters

Mar 2015 Brooke

Kate Breanne

Monsters

The sun sets
The moon rises
Off go all the disguises
The masks worn by the monsters are torn
From faces wishing to be born
While the innocents lay asleep in their beds
The monsters sneak inside their heads
Daydreams are gone
Nightmares arise
Monsters form in every shape and size
The children scream
The children cry
They can't succeed
Yet still they try
To diminish the monsters
Destroying their minds

Wrote this in like 5 minutes. Not my best, but tell me what you think!

#monsters

Mar 2015 Brooke

"Gay"

Mar 2015 Brooke

ern kingham

"Gay"

I remember the first time someone explained to me what the word gay meant.
We were in middle school
Playing on the swing set behind Stoy Elementary
"He’s so gay," she said
Bitter disgust poured out of her mouth with every syllable
I could not think as to why being happy could be such a horrible thing
And so I asked
My exact words being
“Whats so wrong with being happy?”
Now both my friends looked at me weird
“Don’t you know what gay means?”
“Doesn’t it mean to be happy?”
“You’re such a little kid, gay does not mean happy. Gay is a boy who likes another boy”
I stood there wondering why it mattered so much that a boy liked another boy;
why it was such a distasteful thing.
And why it meant gay couldn’t still mean happy.

#love #gay #happy #iloveyou #lgbt #truestory #boylikesboy #girllikesgirl

Mar 2015 Brooke

Gay

Mar 2015 Brooke

RF

Gay

If I wasn't gay would people care?
Would they actually let me breath the same air?
Could I actually go to school,
without people being so cruel?
Could I live in a world with no hate?
Maybe people would love me if I was straight.
It's not as easy as people think.
I can't just go to a shrink.
I didn't choose to be this way.
You really think I'd want to be gay?
I don't want attention,
I don't want fame.
This isn't some sort of game.
I am who I am and thats okay.
Most people don't see it that way.
I only wish I could be the same.
To have a wedding and it not be shamed.
I want to have kids and not be judged.
I don't want my reputation smudged.
But apparently I'm different now.
Sick in the head somehow.
Therapy and shock treatment for something that can't be fixed.
How did I get put into this mix?
Toxic and tragic,
that's my life.
It's like I was stabbed in the back with a knife.
I'm gay,
what's wrong with that?
I get treated like some rat.
Using your holy books and your religion.
To fight against something that makes no difference.
I want to be a human not a punching bag.
Always getting called a ***.
Let that word have power and it gets to you.
But that words as good as whatever is stuck to the bottom of my shoe.
I love being this way.
I don't care what you say.

#gay

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