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the freak…reblogged

found this on kira moore’s closet
then visited the home site of adreyo’s poetry

enjoy!

the home site for this poem
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The Freak
by adreyopoetry

How old were you
When they told you
You were
An aberration
When they gave you
Names
That told you of
Your
Filthiness
How long have you
Lived with
Childish childhood
Curses
Sissy
Crybaby
Princess
Idiot
Spastic
Fool
Retard
Bastard
Worthless
Branded on your
Back
Like so many
Rivers
Of hate
How long have you

Accepted their
Judgment
That you are
Thoroughly
Fucked up
That your are a
Freak show
Somehow still
Wriggling your
Loathsome manifesto
Of abnormality
That you should be
Hacked painfully
Into little
Normative pieces
And fed to the
Monsters
That lie at the
Feet
Of the beautiful.


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talkin’ tonight

(decided to share some of my song lyrics…hope you enjoy.)

talkin’ tonight
yeah, we’re talkin’ tonight,
’bout what we think is wrong
or what we think is right.
usin’ what we hear
to find each other out.
our words defining what we
think we’re about,

but we’re talkin’ pretty much just to
keep our lips busy
so our minds won’t realize the fact
our hearts have gotten dizzy.
so we’re talkin’
just talkin’
tonight.

watchin’ a movie on the
t.v. set
it’s been on a half an hour
don’t know the plot yet.
the movie’s only there to be
some sort of a screen,
to keep our eyes from meetin’
in the silence between.
it’s given us a reason to spend
time together.
and things to talk about beside
our feelings or the weather.

but we’re talkin’ pretty much just to
keep our lips busy
so our minds wont realize the fact
our hearts have gotten dizzy,

but we’re talkin’
just talkin’
tonight.

we reach into our packages for
cigarettes
not really even carin’ if we
get the things lit.
it seems when we’re together that we
smoke too much..
it keeps our hands from wanderin’
and wantin’ to touch.
the movies only there to be some
sort of a screen
to keep our eyes from meetin’
in the silence between.

and we’re talkin’ pretty much just to
keep our lips busy,
so our minds wont realize
that our hearts have gotten dizzy,

and we’re talkin.
just talkin’
tonight.

one day one or the other of us
has to break out
and let the other one know what she’s been
dreamin’ about,
behind the screens, the talkin’
and the cigarettes,
what she’s been hopin’ for and thinkin’
since the day we first met.
anxiety attacks aside
i know what i feel
but i’m afraid i’ll learn co incidence
is often unreal..
the movie’s only there to be some
sort of a screen
to keep our eyes from meetin’
in the silence between

and we’re talkin pretty much
just to keep our lips busy
so our minds wont realize, somehow
our hearts have gotten dizzy…

so we’re talkin’
just talkin’
tonight.

it seems i’ve made this same mistake
a hundred times or more,
i felt a million things inside of me
and tried to ignore them,
out of fear, i’d be rejected so i
ended up lonely,
i’d like to break this pattern and i
think i would if only,
i thought i wasn’t puttin’
our friendship on the line, or that
she feels the same things,
then i would be doin’ just fine.
i’ve tried to make my words obey
they just come out wrong,
i think that maybe i should
simply say it
…in a song…

cause my mind’s already noticed that
my heart has gotten dizzy
and i can think of better ways to
keep our lips busy

than talkin
just talkin
tonight.


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womyn lovin’ dykes

we drive your buses
we serve your drinks
you see us every time that you go out
ignorin’ your whispers
we scorn your winks
and you never really know what we’re all about

cause
we smash your egos
damage your pride
by the mere existence of our likes
but we’ll not barter
the lust we feel inside
because you see
we’re proud that we are
womyn lovin’ dykes

we all apall you by the fact that we exist
you get so shook each time you see two womyn kiss
but babies maybe you are hiding a closet fire
or why would you get so damn upset
each time you witness our desire.

your lovely daughters
might be a part of us
you’d never know and it’s much too hard to tell
but i bet my last cigarette
they never will confess
because they’re sure you’d seek a cure
or make their lives pure hell.

still
we drive your buses
we serve your drinks
we’re everywhere, that’s where we’ll always be
and we’re proud of who we are
what ever others think
we here and queer
but have no fear, you’re not our cup of tea.

cause
we all apall you by the fact that we exist
you get so shook each time you see two womyn kiss
but babies maybe you are hiding a closet fire
or why would you get so damn upset each time you witness our desire?