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I guess I don’t log onto this site to write. I’m not a damn writer. I’m not a poet. I’m just somebody who’s usually happy. Who can get sad. Damnit can I get sad. So I write when I’m sad I don’t know why that’s my outlet because I’m shitty at it. I can’t write. I got a 16/20 on my paper this semester and that’s pretty normal for me. Which is fine, it’s not my grades that really upset me.. What upsets me is that everybody just waltz into relationships and love. Everyone else seems so loved and so easy to love, and doesn’t that make you feel like shit? I don’t know how else to say it, but it feels shitty. It feels rotten. It’s something that I just can’t handle sometimes. Dude.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 04.21.2017 @ 7:12 pm
I think everything you perceive is through a lens. Who you like, what you wear, all that pointless bullshit. All of your opinions aren’t even your own no matter how hard you try. You grow up with a biased on everything and it only grows from there.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 04.20.2017 @ 9:56 pm
I think here in my school district we try a little harder. I guess that’s how a lot of people probably feel. But were young, and scrappy. We try so damn hard and nobody from beyond our little town seems to notice. Until
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 04.11.2017 @ 4:12 pm
It wasn’t something I noticed right away. I actually tried not to notice it. The lights were a hazy red and too bright. The sound left my ears ringing. I tried to deny that when he brushed up against me I didn’t feel anything. But I did. I tried to deny that his goofy grin when I told a stupid joke wasn’t making my stomach do a double back handspring. But it did. So what is that feeling? That electric shock that goes up your fucking arm when somebody you thought you didn’t know touches your shoulder? I think it’s the embodiment of two people; one essence with another trying to show each other they belong. Not just on this god forsaken planet but with them. I guess it was his essence that drew me in, and I’m hoping for my sake that he felt similarly.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 04.09.2017 @ 10:57 am
It felt like I was just seeing a swatch of his life. Two seconds, a flash. Not the whole thing, but a little baby bit in order to understand. And that’s exactly what I didn’t do, but what I wanted to. I didn’t understand my swatch of his life. and it was driving me nuts.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 06.19.2014 @ 2:33 pm
My brain is the opposite of this right now. My thoughts, feelings, actions, cloudy.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 06.15.2014 @ 4:46 pm
The ocean mist, and salty air hit me like a wall. I walk down the boardwalk the wood creaking beneath my feet. to the nearest set of binoculars that are attached to the pier. People Watching. It’s what I came here to do. I slide to quarters in and pull down the lever. No matter how many years past this pier always reminds me of my mother. I always look through the binoculars, thinking, maybe even hoping I might find her. It’s been three years since the accident. My eyes scan the crowd knowing it won’t ever happen. Never will I see her again. I just keep looking. My throat suddenly becomes very tight and my vision blurry. I stagger backwards into the bench that was behind me. “hey, are you okay?” I try to wave the person, I think a teenage boy away. Don’t do this right now I think to myself. He lowers his body into the bench. Comfort never works. No matter how many times I come to this watchtower, it doesn’t help. I hope he doesn’t try to comfort me or I might give in. I’ve been so lonely and needed hope, but I can’t. I… I just can’t.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 06.13.2014 @ 7:36 am
he liked the same things as me.
We liked the same things.
I think he’s so
He is a piece of artwork.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 05.24.2014 @ 2:05 pm
It’s the structure. You see, what I was doing was building up the framework for what I believe. I believe in some sort of Deity, what? I don’t know. Divinity, it’s out there, where? I don’t know. Framework. The start of something, and the exoskeleton.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 05.20.2014 @ 4:11 pm
I could feel myself,
in my brain
I wanted was to be with him
that’s what I was backtracking too
and I knew it now.
That’s all I wanted
I wanted to take a walk down memory lane
and find him.
and be with
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 05.17.2014 @ 6:19 pm
Hah! Way to shove it in my face oneword.com. I know. I’m not dating anyone. I know. I probably never will. So go. leave me alone. Let me play my love songs, read my sappy novels, and watch chick flicks.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 05.03.2014 @ 11:39 am
I don’t know how it happened, or why… I just kind of did it. What derived the emotion or the desire is completely an enigma to me. He was my own drug, I KNOW IT SOUNDS LIKE TWIGHLIGHT!
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 04.25.2014 @ 7:10 pm
I don’t withhold anything. I sit next to a boy who is over 300 lbs in my AP Euro class. He has long hair that he apparently brushes/strokes a total of 400 times a day. When he told our class that my natural reaction was to yell out “I DON’T EVEN BRUSH MY HAIR. 400 STROKES!?” What is wrong with my brain..?
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 04.19.2014 @ 11:02 am
“GET ON MY LEVEL!” I yell feeling dumb as it escapes my mouth, but I’m pissed. I kick her to the ground, and stomp on her arm. I can’t stop. I won’t let myself. She did this, and she has to pay. I’m sick and tired of being treated like I’m nothing.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 04.14.2014 @ 2:19 pm
I was less than interested in the declaration of independence movie. My oversized government teacher strolled, more like waddled across the class room and popped a VSR in to the billion year old player. I groaned. Ryan looked at me and laughed.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 03.31.2014 @ 3:57 pm
I know it was young, but I cared for him. The blissful love of youth and adolescents. His arm around me, it was awkward, and nervous. Everything it was supposed to be. I just wanted to stop time I just wanted it be me and him for the rest of time. Just us. Adolescent.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 03.30.2014 @ 8:28 pm
He was… is… my security. There is so much uncertainty. I don’t know what to do with myself with out him. With him it’s, joy. Magic actually. Late night talks, slurpees, trips to the lake, soft kisses. With out him, I don’t know. It’s nothing. My only hope is found in his dazzling blue eyes, my only security is in his arms. I just know it has to work out someday, but for now… we’re friends. That isn’t enough right now for me, but over time maybe it will be. I care about him. That’s enough… It has to be enough…
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 03.29.2014 @ 3:28 pm
There was no support. It was pink and lacey, but it most certainly did not qualify as a bra. I tried it on, and my mother made me come and show her. Ugh, how embarrassing. I didn’t want to come out where everyone could see me! What was she thinking!? I wasn’t going out, I decided on a whim. I would c chain myself to the dressing room door, I wasn’t coming out half naked.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 03.28.2014 @ 2:00 pm
Me. Being me, I can’t be very…
My choices are limited.
I mean look at this
but when it came to
I can’t handle it.
whips away any doubt.
Maybe it’s his laugh
or his eyes
or his smile
But I know I can’t be with him.
I mean obviously.
Look at this
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 03.23.2014 @ 6:19 pm
I felt empty. Sad. Alone. Was he avoiding me? All I wanted was to wrap myself in his embrace, and I couldn’t… I never could. Ever since I told him how I felt all he did was dodge every even I would be at. I didn’t know what to do. He’s my b best friend after all. I…. I love him. In every sense of the word. I just wanted to be with him.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 03.22.2014 @ 10:41 am
He was so sweet.
So unfortunate that he had to come after me.
Being a witch and all…
but I can’t.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 03.05.2014 @ 5:35 am
It’s absolute nonsense. Highschool is a load of BS. It’s a series of hoops to jump through, and if you need a trampoline to jump through the hoops than take it. High school is N O N S E N S E.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 03.02.2014 @ 2:08 pm
His warmth was and adorability was that of a puppy. Why does he have to be so damn cute? I thought to myself. We sat on his long board snuggled up together with a sleeping bag around us talking for at least an hour. Well fuck. This ruins all my plans for not falling for you.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 03.01.2014 @ 2:26 pm
All these questions like: “What’s your occupancy?”, “what’s your major?”, even “What do you want to be when you want to grow up?” Strike fear into my heart. The honest answer is, I don’t wanna grow up.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 02.26.2014 @ 1:53 pm
In order for an olive tree to grow it has to be pruned. It may hurt it at first, cut it back, and it’ll grow! Sometimes you, yourself need pruning.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 02.21.2014 @ 2:22 pm
“you’re so pretty, you’ve never needed to compensate” the words leave my mouth, and leave a bitter taste. I know I shouldn’t have said it, but still. It’s true, just because you are better looking than me doesn’t mean everything.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 02.20.2014 @ 3:24 pm
The sit covers in his sisters car were striped. He opened the door for me, like a true gentleman. The door shut with a click, and I settled in over the striped seat covers. He looked at me and asked where I wanted to go. With a tug at several bobby pins my hair fell out of the fancy bun. I wiped a tear away, and sucked in some air. “The grand canyon” I sighed, he listened to me talk, and just drove. I didn’t know why he was being so nice, or why I was crying. Something about big momentous occasions made me upset. Like the passage of time itself makes me angry, so prom night was bound to be bad. I tried to explain that, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he focused on the road. I knew he didn’t understand, but he was trying, and I had a lot on my mind, and to talk about, and the words just keep spilling, and it felt right, and… And… I didn’t know where to go… And my thoughts scrambled around him, but he listened….
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 02.19.2014 @ 2:30 pm
My thoughts are a play ground.
my emotions a slide.
I think of you and It takes me higher.
I laugh and play and scream and shriek.
You are my everything.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 02.15.2014 @ 3:53 pm
All of today has felt a little offset. I walk into my fifth period and put my feet up on his desk the way I always do. I feel like it’s a weird flirty thing that I always seem to do. He walks in sighs, and walks all the way across the room from where I was sitting. He looked back at me and glared …What? I think to myself. I thought we were at least friends. Weird.
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 02.14.2014 @ 2:55 pm
Back To Stats Page
Out of nowhere.
You, the most substantial person in my life…
I didn’t know what to do, where to go.
In all honest
You want Chinese food?
» Posted By Brooke Tuinei On 02.12.2014 @ 5:24 pm