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Brooke Rule

Sitting alone in my room
the silence is louder than any music I could play in here
the boring silence
beating like a drum
so loud it bursts my eardrums
leavin me bleeding and convulsing
in a pool of bordeom
in the middle of my room
crying and screaming inside my head
pounding of the drum
louder
louder
AGGHHHHH
someone knocks on my door
I am saved!
I open the door
it is my mom
she tells me to do my homework
I crush her head in the door
it breaks like an egg
oozing all over my carpet
in a pool of blood and yellow mass
how pathetic
how repulsive and boring my life has become
I push the remains of her body outside my door
I curl up in a ball at the side of my bed
I drift off to sleep
I am safe this way.


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Brooke Rule

I have a cousin
She is very fat
She does not seem to be upset with her size
She just eats and laughs alot
She is obsessed with an older hockey player
He does not realize that she is breathing
She lives in a house that smells bad
She does not try to clean it
She lays in her filth
She does not take baths regularly
She has a dog
It looks like a rat
It lays on the couch and pees on itself
It reminds me of her
Even though it is skinny because she eats its food
Therefore it gets none
I think that she laughs too loud
When we go out and eat, she eats all of the bread
She can't fit through small places
Its her fault
Her father is dying
Her mom is an idiot
She is poor
She talks too much
All of my friends hate her
She is the happiest person alive.


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Brooke Rule

As we speed around the van with the handicapped sign in the
back window at speeds so fast I didn't bother to look at
the speedometer... I crash as my mind explodes into a rage
YOU have not yet made me feel.
I HATE YOU!
You explain your faults and I accept your reasons...
but I still hate you secretly.
When it gets dark you roll up in my driveway in your first
but expensive car with its leather seats and painted hudcaps.
I hate your car. I hate it because you are so
proud of it when the paint is cracking and peeling and
the upholstry inside is hanging and moldy.
You take to the top of the unpopulated mtn. to be your lover
and you take me on your precious leather seats.
You LEAVE me laying there unsatisfied. I hate it
when this happens. This act is so onesided yet I let you
over and over until I find myself in an Exxon bathroom
waiting on the results of my GREAT WOMANHOOD. I hate you
for this. Not because you could make me 2 but because
You have never LET ME FINISH!!!!!!!


Heavans Waiting

by

Brooke Rule

When i left you i wasn't so sure of myself
How could i put my trust in someone else
At the time you were all mixed up inside
I didn't know what the hell to do
But now that we don't speak anymore
Iwant you to know that i still think of you

How do i say the words i want too
How do i tell you exactly how i feel
how can i tell you that i love you

well i just dont know
Heavens right outside that door

When we were together
I thought how could any one fall in love

with me