Night Glows

Night Glows

a poem by me.

Deep in my shame,

below the weight,

below those tame,

under the light,

for those who fight,

or fought or saw,

my beloved standing,

bare and raw,

night glows.

Under rays,

for whoever thought,

my heart the same,

I could have sought,

to find some refuge,

in what brought,

me to my rightful place,

where night glows.

Now I stand,

I sympathise,

I feel so bland,

to reminisce,

on days of old,

with those I love,

with those I sold,

I owed you nothing,

I owed them something,

I owe you nothing,

I owe them something,

I owe you nothing,

I owe them nothing,

I am alone,

where night glows.

-Brooke

A Nightmare Before Christmas Cover

Hello my friends! 

Do you know that movie the Nightmare Before Christmas?

Well, I did a cover of the song that frankenstein monster-lookin chick sung because I find it one of the most beautiful songs in animated movie history.  So anyway, here's my cover if you decide you wanna watch.

If you do watch (like and/or subscribe and share) thank you very very very very very very much!  It means so much to me.  I'm trying to get back in the internet game and I have lots of competition.  Oh, uh I'm not supposed to call them that?  Let's call them friends.  Er, yes.  Friends.  I have lots of friends to work with.

Have a wonderful Thursday (;

Don't Trust Hair Stylists, They're Monsters!

Alright, maybe I went a bit overboard with the title.  But it's true! 

Yesterday I went to get my hair cut.  Just a bit.  Just a little bit shorter and have some weight taken off.  Somehow I've gone a chin-length almost-bob to a super short pixie haircut again.  

I came back from the haircutting place and I cried, then I cut and shaped it more myself so I wouldn't point a gun at my face.  Maybe that makes me a bit conceited, I don't know, but I loved my hair so much!

Lucky for me it'll only take around three or months to get it the length it was or longer.  

But nobody will ever again cut my hair besides me.

NOBODY.

I do think it looks alright though, so no more pouting.  

Anyway, that's enough about hair.  I have to practice dancing to dubbystep!