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pale blue eyes
i wish we were something,
so i could set my expectations high.
secret glances, so vain
do you look at me the same?
looking into a tilted half filled cup in the dark,
with your thumb and the index around the brim
qualifies so much for an eye from hades, I know
it tastes like sting, but something dreadful is staring
It's been so long since you left, I shouldn't care but, I still do, I can't stop remembering the time we spent,
The rain falls, the ponds are filled, but sadness and gloom it brings.
I fell again, in what they call "love".
But this time is different, a kind of love i couldn't easily get over,
The Black Death was a sad little boy. He'd no friends, no family, or neighbours. He met with rats, they liked him lots, their hearts sure did belabour. They spread the word, and soon they carried, A little boy named Black Death. The rats they call
Those golden pools
searching, learning, wanting
I looked into your eyes
And surprisingly I found it
oh how you entice me
brown hair green eyes
and that perfect smile
it’s like your asking for me to stare
but you don’t come with a warning
nothing i am feeling is anything unique to the human experience.
i love you,
but how can you believe me?
you can't know how much i mean it.
Such wonder and bliss it is to see young love bud and to strive from that first kiss.
Where one plus one equate to anon and from this where all future hopes are shone.
when he smiled
his teeth shined brighter then the freshly fallen snow on our kneibors front yard
his eyes gleamed with hope and with promise
of a better tommorow for him and for me
when he smiled
And I see her everywhere
Vanishing in the thin blue air
A sealed letter in her hand
Postmarked from a foreign land
Her uniform and face are blue
I met a boy a late summer dayHe looked at me and refused to satWhat made him so unhappyHe's a blue boyCall him defensiveBut blue boy don't run from meThe help I give is for free
Comin' up in this confusing world
You're not sure if you're a boy or a girl
You told me not to tell your parents
But could your haircut make it any more apparent?
Somebody help me get through this
Your eyes were like a tired sunset,Shining with a soft amber light,Seeing the beauty in even the ugliest of things.
There's a boy I know
That mostly sticks to his own,
He doesnt speak much
But hald assed insults,
He closes his eyes
More often than all of the time,
Shy boy
Quiet boy
Tired boy.
Daises and roses hang above your head,
Your fro' expanding into effotless curls.
Your voice.
My favorite sound.
The sun bringing out your golden feautres.
Pretty brown eyes, I'm lost in.
I've known thirty-year-old boys
and seventeen-year-old men
because being a man
has less to do with how many years
you've spent shaving your neck
than how you treat those who look at you
I loved a boy,
who loved himself.
With my arms right around his body,
i felt cold.
He kept me at a distance, I complied. Lovestruck.
I only wished for love in return,
Hi,
remember me?
We met this summer,
during the heat.
VBS,
Fallen trees.
Multimedia was for me.
We talked a lot,
you're my past bully's brother.
I thought you were real,
Her life becomes a mess of
Red lipstick defenses
Red lipstick state of mind
Look but don't see
Look but don't touch
The boy was corrupting her like a leech stuck to her skin
But she didn’t know any better so she stuck by him
She started changing slowly, didn’t even notice
Boy meets
boy
Girl meets
girl
boy kisses
boy
Girl kisses
girl
Girl gets
shunned
Boy gets
praised
I don't know what to say
Wishing for another day
The way he bumped against me
His smile making me feel at home
If I could have him the way it was
My heart would be above
This pain
Long drives
Late nights
Summer in a different way
On the highway
Fast food
Long talks
Watching the scenery go by
I drive
Radio blaring
Smile wide
We sing along
Little do you know
How I'm breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know
I'm still haunted by the memories
Little do you know
to the boy I once loved,
sometimes i think that even the pain of dying
isn't as unbearable
as the feeling of your heart shattering
into a million pieces
i'd rather experience the sensation
You.
My beautifully flawed star boy.
In dark moments, the one I want to hold.
In light moments, the one I want to laugh with.
The hands I want to build my future with.
There seems to always be one person. The one person in my head that never escapes. They have made a home in my head, with stories and a nice comfy bed and a room all to themselves. I think of them often, I think of you often.
You know how in college being rejected is emotionally easier than being waitlisted. Being waitlisted toys with your heart— you were good, but just not good enough. Wait and see if you finally make the final cut.
Dear boy,
You're not a man.
A man does not hurt women
A man does not manipulate
A man does not use social media platforms to harrass an individual
A man does not make me say #MeToo
A man loves women
Dear Grandma,
I'm doing fine. Thanks.
How are you?
...
How long has it been since I last wrote?
Couple weeks. yeah.
...
huh?
...
Like really wrote?
Dear Grandma,
I'm doing fine. Thanks.
How are you?
...
How long has it been since I last wrote?
Couple weeks. yeah.
...
huh?
...
Like really wrote?
last october
english class
our gaze meets
you smile and turn away
this moment, haunting my thoughts for days on end
I twist everything I've heard you say
making myself believe you like me
It was the way he chewed on his nails until his fingers were raw.
The way he trembled and studdered and looked around like he was watching out for something.
Fidgeting and stumbling on his words,
The sun is hot and painful
It leaves scars on the skin
It brings fires to homes
The sun is blinding
But I can’t stay away from him
“You’re just worthless, that’s all you will ever be.”
“You’re a whore, and you’re not good enough for me”
“I’m too good for you, can’t you see?”
I question your motives
Your craves
And your views.
I cy for your sad songs
Sweet voice
Winding Blues.
I wake up each morning
With exhaust and
No charge.
I will soon fall in love
It's 1:36 am
And my mind is fixed
On the memory
Of how your body
Latched itself onto mine
And how your words
Made their sweet way
Into the thoughts
That were once plagued
i gave you a chance
and you took it
you made me feel beautiful
and wanted
for the first time in a long time
i craved your attention
i caught myself in a trap i had been in before
My boy wished on me every night,
In joy, in rage, in fright.
But where is my boy tonight?
My boy is gone, for now he's a man.
He won't wish on me, although he can.
You said goodbye.
I said wait why?
When i needed you the most
That's when you bounce the most.
All I ever wanted was to talk.
All you ever wanted was to walk.
Walk in front of me.
Walk behind me.
Once upon a time the was a boy in a mahogany canoe.
The boy and his mahogany canoe drifted down a stream
that contained memories of an individual in the water's
reflections. From what the boy could percieve he saw a young
One fine day in village keep
A boy so young and free,
Went out into the forest deep
To play amongst the trees.
And when he cried out "wolf!" if sacred
The people came to aid,
At the end of all things.
There is a grand scheme.
No body gets to be happy.
If you are, you bought the lie.
Take your poison, choose the flavor.
Each shot will kill you none the less.
She sits on the swing right outside her window.
The window where she use to sneak out of every night.
It's 1 in the morning and her thoughts lead her back.
I can't sleep without the window open at night.
I can hear the roaring of cars in the distance.
It reminds me of whe we would listen for cars before we crossed the street.
lyrically
let her try to emasculate gold
dare him to evoke it
watch as they burn at the edges
becoming glass figurines—hollow to hold the sunlight
dance among the menagerie of light
He was like the moon, half always hidden
What was it that split him- half darkness, half light?
Crystal blue eyes held dark hidden secrets
A moment frozen
A single glance
An observation made
Of a boy's concentrating face.
Golden hair tousled,
Fingers cupping bangs,
Rosy lips slightly parted,
You taught me that my body was for lease, that I was there for rent every time your "friend" kicked you out of your place, you signed our contract with rhymes cause you knew I've always had a thing for emcees, wanted to find love like Zeke and Myl
It feels like I’ve never been alone before.
Obviously I have, but that was so many years ago.
I grew comfortable, you were a huge part of my life.
Although, you were the part of my life that held me back.
The boy I was a year ago still had a dad.A loving dad who was just trying to turn a boy into a man.For a tragedy was coming. The boy I was a year ago was a little more sophomoric.Didn't care if I was wrong, I didn't care about anything but myself.
Who are you? How did you do that? I cried as I looked back in time,
He wrapped his icy arms around my waist, we stood there, intertwined,
The bees buzz;
The birds fly;
The trees can
almost touch
the sky.
The sun
shines, there are
no clouds. Oh, I
hope you never let me down.
He used to walk under nothing but a raincloud,
Until she came,
Held his hand,
And showed him the sun.
They say that being in your family's embrace is one of the best feelings in the world.
Well... what if you're adopted?
Adopted...
Adopted... Why was *I* adopted?
His locks are thin,
too thin,
almost as thin as his arms,
his slender skeleton,
one so fragile I fear I will break him if I hug him too tight.
3.30.16
He stole my golden halo and clipped
my white feathered wings.
Perhaps he's merely a lost boy who
needed them more than me.
He claimed I was part devil who
To the boy who loves her next,
Please know that she’s really fragile.
She’s far too sensitive,
but that gives you a reason to hold her
and tell her everything is gonna be okay
Ten little fingers, ten little toes,
How did I survive without you, I'll never know.
One look into your eyes and I can see
all that lies ahead of me
Happiness, kisses, love, and hugs
The acids in my stomach threaten to erupt out of me when I think of him
with someone else.
I see the color of the sky at dusk and think of him.
I think of how overly confident he is with himself,
My hunger survives off your belligerent smile, as it puts the blazing sun up in my sky
It's those nonsensical possibilities you whisper which floods my being with your eyes
The night was dark
The shadows darker
As they danced on the walls
They sang of a story
Of a young boy
And writhed in the pain of it all
I've got real boy problems and I can't stand it
Try to keep everyone so I demand it
No one ever stays so I stay angry
The best way to attract the same thing
Those who turn up as new are the old faces
I suppose that I expected more from him, a sad sort of smile, or a hesitant wave; perhaps a backward glance as he drove away. But there was nothing. Only an empty street and the pitter patter sound of rain.
“The thing about these poems is that you can practically feel the sadness bleeding out of them.
Like the way that ink bleeds onto a page.
And I kept going back to those wells searching for another form of self-harm,
Heavens' gates open wide
as a new soul approaches slowly.
Crisp air frightens the new arrival,
yet there is freedom.
Freedom in knowing the choice was his.
"What if I can't love?"
the boy whispered to the old man,
"What if mom and dad are right?
and I can't feel anything within?"
"I know what you mean,"
the old man sighed.
She tugs at her sleeves
hiding her cold, white hands.
With trembling lips,
she breathes.
Her soul compresses,
lungs collapse,
heart implodes.
Beautiful boys,
ugly scars,
Don't you know how much IEver did love you?
Don't you everUnderstand my feelings?
You were the sole reasonOf me stoppingWriting songs of love
I thought I loved you
Two hearts melding into one.
A picture of joy and happiness. Of completeness.
I was glowing in my first love, my first kiss, my first belief in something more than friends
The monster took over his mind.
Leaving him with nothing but the thought of drugs.
Everyday I lose more and more sight of him.
Standing here by myself with no way to help.
The monster became more important than me.
Reptile;
Cold scales abraze my once soft flesh,
An egg that never hatched.
Now basking under hell's sun is hell's son
Parents tell me "do better,
You don't want to go to hell...son."
I type words and write letters
I listen to sad songs and sing along
I thought by now that I'd be better
I know now that I was wrong
Don't say you're over me when you're not
There, a bloody knife in his handThere, he went from boy to manCrying, tears from the eyes in his headTraumatized from the blood he had shedHow his youth had gone so quickly
There once was an ignorant boy.
Who dreamed, only, of love.
He dreamed of passion, and dreams.
He dreamed blissful dreams of love.
One day it hit him.
A world so empty
A tree
all alone
grown by a young boy.
Who planted it
The flowers were around me
Like pink tissue paper
Guarding a presant
From eager eyes.
But this presant wasn't nail polish,
Lip gloss or barbie dolls,
It wasn't mudpies,
Or beebee guns for guys.
i don't need this boy anymore
that's what i keep telling myself
until i'm laying in darkness
buried by threadbare quilts and
my own secret sadness
My heart thumps as he comes closerpalms sweating, breath quickening.he sits at my table and glances at mewith eyes as blue as the ocean.
Don't kiss me-
There's still blood in my mouth from the last battle.
You know, I've never actually left that field. A part
Wherever I am,
As long as I’m out,
Over the blue waters I go
To catch some trout.
But never after a full moon.
That’s when they have their feasts.
With the moonlight shining over the water,
you can act like you're my friend
but we both remember the end
let's stop pretending it's alright
A young beautiful girl,Had a big heart and bright future,Set her priorities and goals straight,But fell in love with a mister,Told her there was much in store for her.She was naive and eager to see,
Saw you again today.
Made me insecure because
I didn't know which I wanted to do more;
I often dream of myself floating from space, looking down upon the planet and watching its peacefulness. And from up above, if my voice could somehow reach every human being, I would say, "Stop trying to dominate nature."
I could see the universe
in your eyes, leaping through
my body, dripping from
my bones.
Your breath took
mine away. As we got lost
together in our infinite lust,
Heart broken by many
Body used by all them
All that I can remember is that they loved me for my face and body
They didn't care for who I was but only just as a prize
I miss you so much it hurts or maybe i miss what we use to have, I use to think the phrase "i love you to much it hurts" wasnt true, but as I can see thats the definition of how im feeling.
We were driving back from a long night that consisted of frosted lips, too much eyeliner, beeping car alarms, and ran-thru stop lights
i once met an angel
in a devil's disguise.
i could never figure out
why he'd cover his wings
and replace them with
ice-cold shoulders
that stung at the touch,
or why he traded his warm,
I can't breathe
My tears flow freely, the sick feeling of dread overwhelming me
His hands are warm, controlled and gentle.
He's comforted others before me,
Hurrying in to work, late again.
The cold still nipping at my nose,
The heat of rushing burning in my legs.
I try to calm my heartbeat
But it’s useless when I see you.
Warmth fills my stomach
but poor Peter, for then he was lost out at sea
there was never a man so alive as was he
forever, it seemed, he was just as a child
adventurous, lost, and a little bit wild.
Flitting through the trees
She runs
Like the quicksilver moon
High in the clear night sky
He passes through the dark trees
Striding onward with some mysterious purpose
Let me tell you straight,I say yes you say noI say come you say goI hide and you showI inhale while you blowDifferent….
Sitting watching my hand grabs yours you squeeze, I smile, you laugh, no noise I lean, you lean, I shut my eyes, a shock, a welcome, a sweet surprise, I reach, you hug, my body's numb,
His hair arrayed in a muddy brown mess,
With all of the elegance and finesse,
Of a homeless man in a burlap dress.
His meticulous life well unkempt,
The following poem is an Elizabethan sonnet.
Since I was young I looked up to the stars.
The second to the right my eyes did meet.
And though the twinkling speck seemed very far
The emphasis placed on between the legs
Is what is reflected in the world today
We have become so consumed with a person's sex
That it takes precedence over the person they are
Who they will become
Screw the people who break us down so much, that we become senseless and open
If that’s an opportunity, damn, love, just consider me your token
Let’s strip the truth of all its beauty
Your haggard look
And your
Mohawk
A combination
That I
Haven't thought
Initially
It gave me
Such a fright
But that all changed
On a
Thursday night
A song so moving I felt revived
the rhythm made my senses alive
A voice and instruments in a symphony
the connection to the lyrics gave out my sympathy
Lonely,
I can't remember reading the definition.
An emotion that I,I've felt in constant repetition.
My defense mechanism fits the repulsed
credentials of the God above.
I am the strange man.
The man that is a boy.
The boy that is a man.
I play words as a decoy, I refuse to write and wrong
with the same hands.
So I try to write as well as I can.
My heart burns hottest flames blue
My body sweats being in the sun
My mind's lost my heart's empty
All my emotions now disperse
For now my heart hurts
A flash of an image
And my mind suddenly works
I wasn't exactly fine before you came.But I was still okayand you were youjust a friend of a friend.Then our hands brushedand my cheeks set a flame.
Stupidity is a luxury
And quite frankly,
Like most luxuries,
Only the rich can truly afford it.
Wealth, money, filthy lucre.
Would you trade the world
For circular slices of metal?
I hated
Your big blue eyes when they looked up at me
My heart would suddenly fluster
Words would be stuck
I’m thinking of the one who won’t think back.
I really need to get my mind off this track…
I’m thinking about a guy who is really sweet,
Why I can’t stop thinking about him has got me beat.
He looked at me and I at him.
He smiled, blushed then looked away.
He kept looking back again, over and over.
All either of us could do was smile.
Finally we spoke to one another and had a conversation.
He was lazy and loved food
Playing video games everyday
Not wanting to move a foot.
Watching tv for hours
Eating the fridge empty
Would not get up even to smell the flowers.
No reason to play outside
Your legs were too skinny for your shorts
The day you walked into the room, your cotton shirt
About to billow, as if it could, on the unseen zephyr of your shoulders:
He wrote me a poem once
The boy who leaves in January for LA
He wrote me a song once
The boy I don't want to say goodbye to.
We spent the day exploring a museum once
Maybe the timing’s not right.
Or maybe it’s just not meant to be.
Should I put up a fight?
Or should I let it be?
I keep running into you.
We’re so close, yet so far.
I know a boy
His name is irrelevant
The only thing looser than his morals
Are his jeans
He puffs out smoke and a loud “Fuck you”
He uses slang fluently
In the summer he ruined me
A lonely child in the halls, no one knows but he calls, out to someone for help, they all tell him he needs self-help, this kid is gay and that's okay, he doesn't understand what he feels, he starts to skip meals, no one pays attention, he's scare
When you look me in the eyes, the rest of the world disappears.
When you look in my the eyes, I am almost brought to tears.
The way you look at me; like I hung the stars in the sky,
Your eyes are like a setting sun on silk green grass flowing to the wind
I have nt slept since the last I saw of them
I long for them, I long for their master
Long for the soft cherry red lips of sweet sugar on mine
Embraced in warm water,supported by thighs,I don’t rememberwhat you said.Truly smiling,truly thinking that I wouldeasilyspend forever with you.Questioned,as though you were amused
My feelings for you,
they are nothing but true.
Amazing, Handsome, & Caring,
dont even begin to decribe you.
My heart you have.
Forever & Always
You never make me feel blue.
When the sun awakens in the morning
and I awake from my dreams back to reality
I feel how strongly my heart misses you, its killing me
I try to push it away and focus on something else with all my might
A string branches from the windows to your soul; connecting
Us as we stare with the violent intentions of conquering
The world together.
The string tightens and we unconsciously lean
I’m not perfectI’m not very smartI know I’m differentBut I don’t careBecause I want toChange the worldAnd I’m not goingTo stand aroundLike the restOf you pansiesWho are afraid
Walking down the street
Its more than a dream
Its the reality that makes my soul want to jump out of me
What I see is a frightening sight
All different faces but no difference inside
there was a boy and a girl
they met unexpectedly on the street one day
he dropped his book
she picked it up
he smiled
His eyes meet with hers,
she looks donw,
grean with jealousy,
red with anger,
What is she a camillion?
she's stuck on him,
she's got a crush on him,
when she's not paying attention,
We were holding handsYou were looking at meThe way boys always doWhen they want something moreI got up and walked awayI just wanted spaceWe were on a couch in a clothing store
i usually have a wall that reaches the sky, but you, you really made it disappear.
there was something about you that really made me take down that wall, brick by brick.
He asked me why I loved him.
I told him his words drew my heart in like the wind does a sailboat.
And his laugh sounded the way a summer breeze feels.
She was an astronaut and he was a poet. He's known of her since elementary school.He's known her since before he knew of the words he should've used to describe the way she jumped off the jungle gym like Armstrong stepping on the moon for the firs
DEAR HOMOSEXUAL.The clock's ticked through at least six months time since our lips last exchanged breaths of clear minded humor, our hands grasping at the promises we never intended to keep isn't it funny how the mutters of the masses change the m
A trail of silver smoke flew softly, slowly into the sky.
On his lips a cigarette danced back and forth.
Back and forth.
He smirked at her.
His clear blue eyes hid a secret.
When he was born, he was special.
He learned things a different way.
He seen the world through unique eyes.
He spoke in the way he thought others spoke.
Some seen him as stupid, but I seen him as unique.
I went to a dance one night on the Queen Mary in May
where the ocean kissed the ship
the same way the guests tip toed on deck
that was adorned with pearl necklaces of lights
A simple brush against my cheek,
Such touching makes me weak.
He whispers softly in my ear,
Just loud enough for me to hear.
Come dance with me.
Locked in a room,
Alone with the blade.
Metal meets flesh
And rips it apart.
Blood pours out;
A twisted, red river of misery.
Life is drained
As she falls to the ground
And becomes a waste.
He does not sing to me. To air instead
he sweetly hums so soft, caressing ears
with sounds melodious, that others' heads
turn t'ward the lovely music that they hear.
Little Little People they come right in
they come right underneath my chinny chin chin
the view from the top always see their heads spin
never in their lifetime they'll see my head spin
A young boy on his own
Thought he had no control
Felt like he was spiraling down
Falling, rocketing toward the ground
Wow I cant believe I finished high school.
This feeling I feel is too cool.
I thank my mom for everything
and when I have my amazing job I'll buy her anything.
I want to be the best I can be
Walking side by side with that guy
Trees and grass not lively green
Signs way up high in the sky
It blistered in my dream
How sweet and how lovely it has been made,
Glowing bright as though Kissed by the sun
But don't be dismayed,
Its stem will feel smooth and soft like its very pure,
I am nothing.
I feel as if I can do no good.
I am nothing.
I can never love another human being.
I am nothing.
They can never love me.
I am nothing.
I've seen those hands before
In a different country far from here
I've smelled that scent before
But it's not like he's standing beside me
Flashbacks through my senses
We were convinced our paths were written in the stars
And promised we'd never be apart
To only realize none was as different as ours
So we parted ways with all too broken hearts
There he goes walking at his graceful pace,
says hello to his friends, decides to stay and talk.
Smiling and laughing there is is, but then his eyes land on me.
His smile has faded away, and my heart is beginning to cry,
A small adventure it was,
a mile journey.
On crumbling pavement,
carrying my sandals in my left hand.
Barefoot,
blisters forming,
small cuts from tiny shards of glass,
thrown to the roads.
I've seen it all
I've seen many females fall
No, no, no I won't lie
I admit I've stumbled a few times
we are all assigned
to intertwine
souls and unfold
memories that are set in stone
There was a boy who dreamed so high
Looked at the sky to see if he can try
As Life went on all that he can see,
Is a harsh road filled with spikey trees.
Down he goes to see the road,
One day in the middle of the night I heard a voice
I woke up and looked around
But no one was there, I thought it was just a sound
So I went back to sleep
Hoping my dreams would fall in the deep
When I think of you I say,
What happened to the way
You looked at me
You talked to me
Or how to acted around me
There once was a boy who stood out from the rest
The girls and guys both all knew he was the best
He was 6 foot 3, hit his head on ceiling fans
And his flawless skin was a natural golden tan
You Looked Rather Nice Today
With your hair all messy
And the drops of rain on your coat.
You Looked Rather Nice Today
With your khaki pants
And tattered old grey shoes.
There was a boy, a boy I once knew.
He wasn't the best, according to you.
Yes, he sold drugs; crack and weed too,
but no one would judge him, not like you do.
