Words wanting outWords come to me in moments of serenity.I wish I could remember them, but they are fleeting.And I lament for my lost thoughts that could have meant something.
SunlightOn the days that I visit those places where my dreary memories formed.I lament that the sunlight is gold, and the birds still sing.
Left.I have neither hearth nor home.Time nor gold.This world has taken much from me.But what I do have.Is you.
The moment.Some might say.That in that moment we were infinite.But I do not believe so.In that moment, there was only me.And there was only you.And thats all I needed.
UntitledI fear the hands that ink these words shall end my life.But will all my heart I hope to continue to see you.So with these words I shall try and redeem.These hands of their predetermined deed.
tattooedYour smile is a work of art.Got your name tattooed across my heart.
LoveFluttering, floating softly in the air.Taken to and fro by the breeze.Locations seen that could no be believed.Till the wind grabs and shreds.
Six word poemFor you, my everything. I would.
Scraps CombinedThe monsters in my head are throwing a party.And I'm not invited.They've got me trapped. in my skinAnd I'm not sure if I'll ever be me again.I'll pound on the walls of this cage.I'll not stop till you know my despair.I'll make these words till my heart breaks.I'll shape these thoughts till I feel safe That you know how much I care.The space between us is cavernous.But I wouldn't have anything less.Yes I have this cellular phone.But I've never felt so alone.You're nothing but an instant away.But I know your so far from me.
Stray DogStray dogWalking cautiously down the dark streetWhere are you gonna sleep tonight?Stray dogWith matted hair and sore feetWhere are you gonna sleep tonight?There's no one out here to protect youHow did you wind up here?Did your owners so carelessly abandon you?Is that why your eyes are filled with fear?Stray dogYou're in danger nowSome strangers aren't so kindStray dogThey'll find you somehowSome strangers aren't so kindSentenced to a death campWhy do you deserve this pain?I pray that you escape from hereAnd don't die in vainStray dogThank god the heroes found youYou're lucky to be aliveStray dogThe activists rescued youYou're lucky to be aliveNow your eyes look so much brighterYou can sleep safely tonightDreaming of having a family againWouldn't it be a beautiful sight?Stray dogWith a full stomach and warm bedSome strangers are kind after allStray dogSo grateful that you're here insteadSome strangers are kind after allBecause there are heroes all ove
Bisexuals aren't a part of the LGTB CommunityBisexuals aren't apart of the LGTB CommunityI don't know what to say, or how to put it.But the statement above holds powerful meaning.A negative connotation, a spit of hatred.And because of that title, I take it that you're now reading.Then take it from the boy,who felt love for males, but at the same time,felt comfort when a girl ran her hands through his hair.Or take it from the girl,who loved the touch of her same sex,but perhaps sometimes, she'd prefer a boys kiss instead.And take it from those, who identify as “Bi”who are shunned or looked down upon,by those they believed they could rely on.And those who raise an eyebrow, who are againstLGTB, those who scorn at the name of bisexual,who practically scream “get away from me”.So where is their place, if you are reluctant to accept them?Does their sexual preface offend you that much,to the point where you are like the ones, who insult them and such.If you are LGTB, and you are currently read
I'll LieI don't want to hurt youI hate making you cryBut there's only one way to prevent itI'm going to have to lieI'll lie about the lonelinessI'll lie about the painI'll lie about the hurtI'll lie about the shameI'll lie to protect youI'll lie so you don't leaveI'll lie to keep you happyI'll lie till you believeIt's not that I don't want your helpThe fact is I really doBut that is not the point at allThe point is it will hurt youI'm sorry it has to be this wayBut I can't burden you again'Cause if I do I'm scaredI'll lose you as a friend
Passing Me ByYou are young, they sayDon't hurry, don't cryBut it feels like the world isPassing me byHappy for othersOn their big days, I tryNot to feel like the world isPassing me byI laugh and I smileAs I wave them goodbyeStill feels like the world isPassing me byMy heart is confusedI always ask whyWhy it feels like the world isPassing me by...Never a bridesmaidNever a brideFeels like the world isPassing me by
Bullies are not VictimsFor this one,I'll tell you what it's about;If you're a bully,You deserve to be called out.Don't go runningAnd try to tattle,Because a victim came outAnd seemed to rattle (you).You're not sorry,You just care about rep;You aren't remorseful,So you take the wrong step (again).Blaming the victim...Are you serious?I can't believeYou're really doing this.But here we are,And let me say:I won't be censoredSo you can have your way.Drop your grudge;Don't be a jerk;Don't blame the victim,Cause it won't work.Because if you're a bullyPublicly called out,You're not the victimNo matter what nonsense you spout.
Apple Juice If you're lucky, as a child these things are always sweet.No one could force hard cider on you, only apple juice.And though you had to endure the tart taste of beets,It was a healthy young man they were trying to produce. I know your mind sometimes wanders back to your first kissAnd whether miss thing still lives on that street.But for me, it's always felt like a sin to reminisce.Even left overs from lunch I don't reheat.Take my advice. Don't drink it if it's beyond its shelf life.
It's never too lateYou will have been dead fifteen years tomorrow,and yet not once have I visited your grave.I was always busy; there was always timeto see you, to make amends. And yet, I feelit's all a sham. I could make time, but I fearthe truth. It's easier to believe my lies.If I went, I'd see your plot, see how you lieuntroubled, beneath the soil. Your tomorrowsended many yesterdays ago. No fearsto face, no debts to pay. No decisions graveto weigh your brow. Not like your son. How I feelthe heaviness of this life. There's too much timeand not enough. Lives end every day. It's timeto stop hiding from the pain. My future liesalong a path you've helped me walk. I can feelyour touch in everything I do. Tomorrowis too late, sometimes. It shall not be gravedinto history that I gave into fear.For too long I feel I've lived a life of fear,of caution, of safety, and, and yet such timesI had. Oh dad, you'd be turning in your graveif you saw the choices that I made that liebehind
Love is not made, gained.LoveLove is not made, gained.Love is not even earned or won.Love just simply is.