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I Am...I am an observer,
I watch as you fall
and I won't make a move
to answer your call.
I am dishonest,
it has been since my smallest years
that I let my truth into others ears.
I am a composer,
of a great many lies
yet carry luck like a clover
I never break my disguise.
Through those heat filled faces surrounding me
I can just barely see
and sometimes I find nowhere to run
they take over me.
I am rarely awake with sun,
so that when everything slips undone,
I will not be exposed
I will always stay composed.
I keep my secrets like stars keep distance
burning bright beneath my skin
defining my existence
out of reach and filled with sin.
Never trust a word I say,
I lie to everyone every day
and this is the only time
I will admit
that I am unlike you in many ways.
Who I am is just this: a secret to hold
and I will show no one
no matter how bold.
Broken Dance.The first piano chord,
So lightly played
I watched your eyes,
As your body swayed.
You took the time,
Counted the beat.
Hips matched mine,
We moved our feet.
As the major fades,
And the minor lifts
You meet my eyes,
Your body shifts.
I see the pain,
The hidden light,
Not always seen
On arpeggio night.
Your lips turn down
And your face grows old,
Your eyes change tone
To silver, and cold.
Supermassive Black HoleStrings of starless strands
lasso my sanity,
as a Lyzzard's tongue
slays unawares a fly.
Distorted snarls melt
my glaciers in the dead of night;
vibrating in the frequency
in your wells of gravity,
you set my soul alight;
spinning towards the singularity.
A blink before the light,
the brims of Space
of satin waves
smile and unweave a word:
To My ParentsThe more you cage me up
The higher I will fly
The tighter you grip me
The harder I will try to break free
The more you put the book in my face
The more I throw it at yours
The more you hold me down
The harder I will fight
The Perfect WayI know that you don't have a favourite colour, because you see beauty in absolutely everything. I know how you like your tea in the morning, yet she believes you still can't tell that she puts the milk in first.
Right at the moment you think you could love her, she surprises you. With talk of fashion struggles and gossip columns. And "Does my bum look big in this honey?" And you know in your soul, we'd climb the highest mountain together in the poorest clothes, admiring the world in blissful silence.
And when the skies start to fall, she'll be the first to shelter herself from the storm. In more ways than one and the thought often alarms you. You always did and always will want to sit in the rain. But the difference between what you did and what you do has now changed dramatically. You'll convert to the conventional ways of life. Following schedules and playdates, pressed suits and football matches. Peacemaker with an
I thought I knew my death.I thought I knew my death. He grabbed my heart one day and squeezed tightly, banded fear wrapping its way around my body and terrorizing the air from my lungs. "Not..Like..This.." I would gasp, thinking that there must be some better way out. I would start to beg but it would soon be over. He'd release me and my body would give up. There would be nothing left to say.
I thought I knew my death. She would slip into the shadows some months before I thought my time was up. She would slowly take my memories for my own, replacing them with child's talk and nonsensical things. "Oh please, won't somebody help me." It would be a rhetoric, although I wouldn't know that then.
I thought I knew my death. He would seep into my skin and beneath my bones. Disease would spread through my veins, shutting me down. My very soul would ache, because cancerous ways could do cancerous things. He would wrap himself around my very voice, my heart, my tissue and my being. "Take me home." I w
memories don't just fadeMy eyes are red and bloodshot, with low-lying eyelids.
I widen them; it stings a little.
So I squeeze them shut, and open them again
- very slowly.
I've been sobbing on my pillow; it's smudged with my mascara.
Why didn't I take my makeup off before I went to bed?
What was the point of that question?
I sigh, I know exactly why there's no room in my mind
for thoughts about skincare.
I turn back to the mirror on my bedside, and trail my gaze down from my pathetic eyes
toward a purple gash running diagonally from my cupids bow
to the left side of my cheek.
My lip is split, so it hurts to talk now.
"If I slice your mouth sweetie, you'll remember that you mustn't talk." That's what was said.
My body jolts, I turn the mirror away. I don't want to look at my face anymore.
I shut my eyes - gingerly, to save myself pain -
and I tried my very best
to go to sleep.
Anti- Gay ParentsIt's just a phase
It's just a fling
She isn't your true love
It's a girl
All too familiar
For some of us
Who's parents can't accept us
Love is love
No matter what gender
When your hearts tells you
It's true love
So for all the parents
Who can't accept gay kids
Love is love
No matter what gender
Happiness is most important
let them be happy
Just because it's not normal
Doesn't mean it's not okay
Treat everybody with respect
Especially your own kids
If they're gay
Don't force them
Into being something that they're not
Your actions can have serious concequences
Army Of UsA delightful pain strikes my chest,
Knowing that this pain will take a turn for the best.
The scars and attempts will once be no more,
Once we both notice what we're in for.
The awful past of us will no longer exist,
And will be a previous,
Mistake at least in our hearts.
Perhaps this time we will outsmart,
The one that tore us apart.
Her wretched heart would feed off of our pain,
Just as if she was the knife to my vein.
But I have thrown out such methods,
And all of the ballads,
I have written for you are never enough,
I have such a tough,
Time fitting every thought of you into one, two, or even three.
Little by little my soul is set free,
Thanks to you and everything you have done for me.
Assisting me in a bloody,
Battle against my worse enemy.
Together we have formed our own serene army,
That shall never be broken.
With each other we will be stronger then a Pagan's,
Spells and other forms of magic.
I may not be a physic,
But I can tell you so much about the future.
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