This was written after/during a bout of severe depression and bitterness. You were warned.
Stories like mine do not get told
Boys like me do not grow old
Pain like mine is never seen
In novel, song or silver screen
Say it again
Chains like mine must go unbroken
Words like mine must go unspoken
No heart like mine should e'er be filled
Everybody's looking for a reason
To say they're not okay,
And everybody’s searching for something to believe in
So a celebrity hears you when you pray.
Feign admiration, segregation,
When hell comes to call.
Deny absolution, restitution
Without reason for them all.
I don’t need another cause to fight
As I have enough to spare,
So forget your resolution
OK, I was going to do this project for me and my own personal growth, but then I decided: why not make it something a bunch of us can do on the site?
In short, April is National Poetry Month, and I was going to use that occassion to read through Break, Blow, Burn: Camille Paglia Reads Forty-Three Of the World's Best Poems.
Since there's still nearly 2 weeks, it seems like everyone would still have time to buy or check out the book from the library before April 1. We could either make up a schedule in advance to get all 43 in, or just pick 30 of the 43 and do one a day.
I'm different and I'm happy
So I have much to prove.
I have to show I'm worthy of love...
Worthy of care... admiration..
I have to prove that I deserve
everything that "they" deserve.
I have to be more than "the gay kid".
I have to be more than a student,
a son, a friend...
Just so I can stay where I am.
My heart's conflicted, because inside
By night she walks among the dead.
By day she walks among the shadows.
In hell she sees the pain in light.
In heaven she binds and tests the hallows.
Her venom lies, the sacred dies
Upon a crown of acid thorns.
The beloved toxins cracking down
To blood-drenched hair, the story warns
To bid no trespasser entrance to grief
While praying love, a preaching thief,
In a labyrinth
Between two different worlds
Of humanity and savagery
It destroys me
And Defects my happy delusions
I've come to come conclusion
That collision is soon to come
Give me your strongest scream
Not your feeble dreams
Feed me your darkest truths
Not your unbidden lies
Shadows that ooze and drip
Upon the walls
Shroud my solid epiphany
I wrote this as a birthday present for my mom, well part of it(the present, not the poem >.<) her birthday is on Valentines day.
It is very different than other things I've written...
Deep in Contemplation
Of what lies ahead.
NOTE: This is me just spitting out words on internet paper, i don't wanna hear any "constructive criticisms," or otherwise complaints. Doubt many people read my shit anyway.
the horse that i always ride at my riding lessons, the sweetest horse ever, my favorite horse in the world DIED tiday. he fucking died!!!!
Yesterday consisted of just about nothing. My mom and I both had dentist appointments. That wasn't fun.
I got in contact with my friend, he isn't turned agaisnt me. Yay.
But then I have also been trying to fix my friendship with another person. For whom I badly wrote a poem...Here it is.
mattering not the color of the sky
ground beneath my feet
Just when I thought I knew you
I found I never had.
The love you gave was insecure
Not quite so golden-clad.
What drew me in was kindness;
A friend above the rest.
Until you found out my secret
Our friendship was a test.
How can one bind by such a thought
And lie to break a day?
I’ve heard the way you speak of me
Once I turn away.
All I ever saw in us was friendship,
My book of poetry has officially been published!
If you buy a copy, you're bound to find some of the poetry I've posted here within its pages.
a poem about remembering
i will always remember laughter
pounding in my head
a smile on my lips
anything they said i laughed
from the joy of new friendship
remembering the happiness
and remembering the sadness
i will always remember laughter.
i will always remember discovery
finding out that i love her
accepting myself for who i am
having the time of my life
The Bones Beneath Your Skin
Others have gazed at your stormy eyes
In anger, madness, even love
Before me, but none of them have seen
The deep and tender fear behind those eyes
The fear I saw when you looked at me,
Your hands tracing the contours of my throat
And I feel it too, an uncertain falter in the caresses of my hands
It is not each other we fear
two poems that i wrote last year, i know its long, but read them:
QUEEN OF THE ROSEBUDS
Queen of the rosebuds
voice flowing out,
golden hair singing with her
down her back
bow their heads
when she sings
in the mouth of the fairies,
to her song
in mystical awe
and the goblins
in their caves under-foot
I have a rainbow necklace
And I do not wear it
I am not proud
Of being Proud
I am loud
In my own chamber
I am obtrusive
I am ashamed
Beneath the blankets
I am blank
On the streets
In my head
But by my face
You would not know it
By my words
I am a crusader
But by my actions
I am nobody
Yet I am happy