oh dear gentle flower
I long for him, plead for him
with sick beats of deviance
from my heart to my brain
I wish to be complete
the yearning is cold
deep and lively
exasperating yet joyous
as if somewhat fulfilling
I wish to change my mind
oh beautiful flower
we are not sick, nor mad
for being tasteful with our trust
but are you the only one
who stands in my army?
I want help, understanding
I want him, guidance
so proud, aesthetic
but for now I have you,
Daisy.
A boy in school wears dirty clothes,
the other children laugh
they sneer and they poke
they whisper and taunt
and the teacher just says, "stop".
this goes on, and on and on
and the children get older
and they beat and they hit
and they bruise and they hurt
and the teacher just says, "stop"
A differently raced boy joins the class
the other children laugh
they sneer and they poke
and then they are expelled.
So much for equality.
One day I met a man,
he told me that God would forgive me
That God was perfect
infinite, omnipotent
and that I would be forgiven.
He told me Jesus died for me
and that I mustn't sin
else I would end up being ripped apart
for eternity and forever
again and again.
The man said that God created me
gave me the ultimate gift
in return for my service of will
and that the devil may tempt me
yet I will be forgiven.
I asked him, to his face
what will god forgive me of?
I am not a murderer
I am not a thief, or liar
in fact I am nothing, compared to omni-anything
I said Jesus died for sins
yet men are dying for my country
and peop
I send my apologies
and a basket of cakes
anything to help
the heart I'll soon break
but I must admit to you
I must tell you the truth
and though it may seem
I am being uncouth
I'm sure it will help you
when the end nears
though I know it is something
you don't want to hear
I must tell you with patience
and send you my luck
for the appalling truth is that
your band really sucks.
Thin pale fingers
push roughly through
thick dark hair
pulled back
teeth chatter together
conversing in passion
plain flesh rubs
nails trace the intricate lines
in faces and skin
soft like clouds
floating around
full lips pressing
rubbing, needing, loving
held close for comfort
Desire and love
ballads and songs
whoever said
being gay was wrong?
I wrote this song for you
and your beautiful being
you are the expression of love
the adornment of admiration
the sparkle in all eyes
like your beautiful blue eyes
wait...
were they blue?
were they green?
Turquoise like the sea?
It's a mystery to me
and to be honest
I'm not sure I care
Today I kicked a blind man
my friends laughed
but he knew it was me
He heard it in my breath
and his eyes may not have seen
but his brain captured me
and it knew.
When I was little I used to want to be president
to be political
To save the word from
hurtling downwards
at one thousand miles per hour
and to make my mother proud
but now it's different
I'd still like to be somebody
but president> Not likely
I couldn't get a piece of paper
that said "degree", you see?
Because I was needed to work
and earn money for my family
and they don't except the truth on a cv
and I got a job in co-op
in McDonalds, little chef
and I earn
Jars of fluid hearts
Envy to the bone
Nobody could see
Never on her own
Ink me love to this
Feather light to touch
Everything I need, is it
Really all too much
Peers elope, trades evolve by BreakfastKid, literature
Literature
Peers elope, trades evolve
Your delicate decorum
elaborate eloquence
leads me to be nomadic
neither with or without
a heart that beats love
and a brain that seeks need
no 'only you' to full fill
but now your pale texture
will play into the void
pretentiously pure
you are the man
one like many
but still unique
an armoured amaze
force with not to trifle
selfish and careless
a father disciple.
oh dear gentle flower
I long for him, plead for him
with sick beats of deviance
from my heart to my brain
I wish to be complete
the yearning is cold
deep and lively
exasperating yet joyous
as if somewhat fulfilling
I wish to change my mind
oh beautiful flower
we are not sick, nor mad
for being tasteful with our trust
but are you the only one
who stands in my army?
I want help, understanding
I want him, guidance
so proud, aesthetic
but for now I have you,
Daisy.
A boy in school wears dirty clothes,
the other children laugh
they sneer and they poke
they whisper and taunt
and the teacher just says, "stop".
this goes on, and on and on
and the children get older
and they beat and they hit
and they bruise and they hurt
and the teacher just says, "stop"
A differently raced boy joins the class
the other children laugh
they sneer and they poke
and then they are expelled.
So much for equality.
One day I met a man,
he told me that God would forgive me
That God was perfect
infinite, omnipotent
and that I would be forgiven.
He told me Jesus died for me
and that I mustn't sin
else I would end up being ripped apart
for eternity and forever
again and again.
The man said that God created me
gave me the ultimate gift
in return for my service of will
and that the devil may tempt me
yet I will be forgiven.
I asked him, to his face
what will god forgive me of?
I am not a murderer
I am not a thief, or liar
in fact I am nothing, compared to omni-anything
I said Jesus died for sins
yet men are dying for my country
and peop
I send my apologies
and a basket of cakes
anything to help
the heart I'll soon break
but I must admit to you
I must tell you the truth
and though it may seem
I am being uncouth
I'm sure it will help you
when the end nears
though I know it is something
you don't want to hear
I must tell you with patience
and send you my luck
for the appalling truth is that
your band really sucks.
Thin pale fingers
push roughly through
thick dark hair
pulled back
teeth chatter together
conversing in passion
plain flesh rubs
nails trace the intricate lines
in faces and skin
soft like clouds
floating around
full lips pressing
rubbing, needing, loving
held close for comfort
Desire and love
ballads and songs
whoever said
being gay was wrong?
I wrote this song for you
and your beautiful being
you are the expression of love
the adornment of admiration
the sparkle in all eyes
like your beautiful blue eyes
wait...
were they blue?
were they green?
Turquoise like the sea?
It's a mystery to me
and to be honest
I'm not sure I care
Today I kicked a blind man
my friends laughed
but he knew it was me
He heard it in my breath
and his eyes may not have seen
but his brain captured me
and it knew.
When I was little I used to want to be president
to be political
To save the word from
hurtling downwards
at one thousand miles per hour
and to make my mother proud
but now it's different
I'd still like to be somebody
but president> Not likely
I couldn't get a piece of paper
that said "degree", you see?
Because I was needed to work
and earn money for my family
and they don't except the truth on a cv
and I got a job in co-op
in McDonalds, little chef
and I earn
Jars of fluid hearts
Envy to the bone
Nobody could see
Never on her own
Ink me love to this
Feather light to touch
Everything I need, is it
Really all too much
Peers elope, trades evolve by BreakfastKid, literature
Literature
Peers elope, trades evolve
Your delicate decorum
elaborate eloquence
leads me to be nomadic
neither with or without
a heart that beats love
and a brain that seeks need
no 'only you' to full fill
but now your pale texture
will play into the void
pretentiously pure
you are the man
one like many
but still unique
an armoured amaze
force with not to trifle
selfish and careless
a father disciple.
I am naked
stripped and skinned
they have shelled my being
hooks through my eyes
my rib cage- ripped open
intestines spilled
blood, my soul and pride
splattered on the floor
so ugly and dismantled
cold and distant
my reflection shows
curved, tight to waist
thick rimmed to the eyes
Mirror me beautiful?
No longer, for I see
I am a poet
today I speak of her
of me, mich, moi
heart on the floor
mind in the hollow skull
waterlogged from apathy
severed heads lining
the creases of my brain
but still, soul on the cement
heart in the mouth, the page
I am brave, strong
read this again, aloud
speak my strength, take it
feel