The Year AnewNight skies twinkle with the fire dust of pyromaniaas we down liquid gold libationsto inoculate against another year.
A Silent NightIt's quiet this Christmasno snow on the ground,the rain has stopped fallingand quiet is the soundof my heart as I lay sleepingdreaming you're awake,covering me with kisses--such sounds that lovers make;I am thankful we're togetherthough tonight we be apartfor tomorrow we meet againand love will fill our hearts.
Creationme here .. you therea doorway doth divide us--yet our hands move in tandemand strangers can never fathomhow the art we make unites us
AwakeInsomnia rends the night skywith dreamsof daybreak
Stay the NightSleep, my perfectionand I too will shut my eyeslike the moon mourns the light of dayso it can slip awayinto a union with the sky.Then the stars will wink at us from above,privy to our not-so secret love,and our slumber will resemblethe softest of waves as they tumbleinto each other with unbridled joy.As chilled air seeps into our shared dreams,we will nuzzle up and burrow deep,inhaling the scent of the freshly launderedbefore the hours are quickly squanderedby a sun that swiftly draws the night away.Yet fear not, my lovefor we have learnt to allay the dawn--when it cajoles the night to retreat,we smuggle the stars in cottony sheetsand covet the moon with our kisses.And the night will never feel as youngas when our bliss has sungthe lyrics of a life now lived as one.
ReunionI used to howl when twilight descended;my muse a yellow orb leading me--my guidepost in a sea of darknessso black my heart turned inkyfrom disuse.My paw prints created paths of dustand my tail swept them cleanas it hung so lowto match the bellowin my heart.The stars could not quell my yearning,which twinkled faintly till morningdrove me to fitful sleepingand the dew gathered like tearsweeping on a dull grey coat.Then, when my desire to live subsided,the sky at night turned lighterand my eyes gleamed brighteras winter carpeted the land in flakes of lace.And I heard his howlingeven before I spied him lollopingon banks of snow and ice,his hind legs carrying him to mein powerful long strides.Winter's embrace never felt more bracingthan it did that fateful morningwhen our noses met in a moist reunionand the skies turned a soft vermillionas our hearts finally intertwined.
My RewardYou are my quest--that beckoning in my RPG called lifethat detour from what I have charted.But the game was not wonby my following the trail of crumbslaid before me;the game was over when I met youfor I wanted to play no more,wanted no part of this existencethat plodded on with no investment of passion.There was no levelling up in my world--no little man in a suit and tie to save meto bend time and slow motionto piece together the puzzlesthat would lead to my happiness;no dark soldier swinging his oversized swordbattling the demons of emptinessto salvage my loneliness;no tiny robot fuelled by a loyal heartdoggedly searching for his true lovein a world of discarded parts.In a massive universe of multi-playersbattling the futility of existenceto attain an inscrutable treasure,I found you--a gem in a village of clans,a clue to lead me forward,an option when I had so few--for youare my extra life,you filled up my health barso I could break freefrom this endl
FixationI will be a hermit for you;I'll hide awayremake each day anew--just usjust you and mejust we two.You are my retreat from the world;I feel your loveas I curland swirland unfurlmy sweetness all around you.I will scale mountains with you;I take in the keen airso headyso highso intoxicating,and savour your facelike a breathtaking view.I want to roam the earth with only you by my side;I want to forgetthe whothe whatthe whenand the whybecause all that means nothingif I didn't have you.
Happier TogetherLet us walk on air,let our feet not touch the ground,for just a while longer.
A DefinitionWords that mean the same as ‘gay’:Happy, bright, joyful.Queer and homosexual.Words that do not mean the same as ‘gay’:Weak, stupid, lame.Evil, abomination, shame.You got that?Okay.Because ‘gay’Is not an insult.
I'm Going NoWhereI'm Going NoWhere, But My Way Is Certain.
AshesLost Your name.The fireextinguished.
Oblivion.Your fleshbelongsto something bigger.
NadirHis shotgun smilesays it all -smell of rabbits matingin the basementkeeps him up at nightand he likeshis neighbor's daughteras she stands on tip-toein the back yard,peering through his windowor drowning kittens in the river.He keeps a razorin his bedroom,siphons after-shave througha loaf of breadand calls it magic,remembering how his teacherfound him naked,shoved into a closetand how she putmarbles in his mouthto keep him from speaking.His mother only laughedand told him to washhis clothes outin the bathtuband not drip wateron her carpet.Don't leave a witnesshis best friend said.Pictures have earsand walls can feellike familywhen God has seen your secrets.
Team In our days the word "team" only refersto basketball and football teams.
If you're going to be sanctimoniousAwkward bodies are for growingteenagers, not twenty-fouryear old college graduates.My hips were made to procreate;my shoulders to carry the weightof your stares. I’m perfectly fine;your perception is what’s messed up.I shave for my own comfort,not yours. My nails are shortand chewed upon. I don’teven own a pair of heels;shackles would be more comfortable.My hands are scratchedby all the cats I’ve cared for.I look best in business casual;slacks, tank, shell. I never remembermy bust size. I own more booksthan clothes. My eyes are goldin the late afternoon sunshine.I can afford a bland oatdiet and gym membership,or a new wardrobe.Or, I can be happy with what I’ve got.
I'm Smart, I SwearI swear, sometimes I think I would be better off dead.I'm the kind that would think better with a hole in my head.I'm not saying that I'm stupid; I just lack common sense.It's not farfetched to say that I'm a little bit dense.Some people like to think that ignorance is bliss,But honestly, who really wants to live life like this?I'm trying and I'm fighting not to be thought insaneBut it seems that everything I do makes me expressly inane.I know I may not seem it but I swear that I'm smart.I beg you, have a heart and please don't tear me apart.Give me just one chance to prove that I can be bright.Look in my mind and you will see that there's actually some light.We all have days that make us seem like we are ignorantBut don't assume from one mistake that I am broken and bent.
she told me i was her cliche.today i found inspiration huddledunder the dining room table,arms wrapped around her legsand shredded post-it noteslike an ocean surroundingher feet.i never thought it possibleto see her lookso bitter.i asked her why the hellshe decided to come backafter all this time.she shrugged and gesturedto the scraps of paperlittering the ground-i wrote your name two thousand timesto get you out of my head.i burned every picture and toreevery poem.trust me,i'm not the onewho keepscomingback.
My BabySerene in your slumberyour eyes like twin commason a face that tells meyour heart is happy.And I glow inside.