I am straight just as you say
Homosexuality? Ha, not today
I'm attracted to men, I swear I am
I'll prove it to you if you give me a chance
Men are soft and warm and squishy
My heart beats fast when I think of kissing
Men, with sparkling eyes and curvy flesh
I don't think about what I'm going to say next
And when her hand does drift near mine
My whole world seems to stop in time
She's the honey and butter, I'm the crumbs and the plate
She's a hydrogen bomb and my mouth is agape
A tsunami and a twister, I'm debris left behind
She's a cyclone of inferno and I'll look till I'm blind
In her right she's a queen, I'm a peasant that knelt
A sphere of velvet and steel while I'm the asteroid belt
If she's the artist and the paint, I'm the brush and the canvas
She's the one that I want, but I couldn't have planned this
I'm the body and blood, she's the gun and bullets
And I'm falling too far into somewhere I shouldn't
I'll admit I'm a coward because in public I'm straight
If I fall out of the closet, I don't know what will await
Will I receive open arms or will it take a turn for the worse
Another story with the ending " young corpse in a hearse "
But I can't help but wonder, if she's the stars I'm the sky
Then she must be the fruit and I must be the fly
Our talks leave me warm like the smile on her lips
I feel most at home with my hands on her hips
If she's a rose among weeds, then I must be the thorns
She's a bull caged in limbo, I'm her dust covered horns
I think I'm trapped in my ink, but I live in this fear
In fate's hands I will shatter and never see her draw near
Lacerated fists I will raise, on concrete feet I will stay
Like the sun, I will rise and reign in the new day
They can try to devour me with their hatred laced bullets
But you can't move a mountain whether you push it or pull it
If she's the shield and the armor, I'm the scream and the sword
She's an implosion of the cosmos, I'm the written record
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC
Hey little one, won't you lift up your chin,
Put your monsters away and please let me in?
I won't break your heart. I wouldn't know where to begin,
Take your last breath and let me hear your sin.
Let your heart strings unfurl, and I'll bind them to mine,
And they'll beat a strange beat, as they now intertwine,
Close your eyes little one, I'll make everything fine,
For I am Death, and you are simply divine.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 9:30 AM UTC
Behold the wondrous, the strange
The odd, deranged!
The beautiful, the hideous
Now get you a ticket
You don’t want to miss it!
The shock and all the fright and surprise
Gather around! Feast your eyes!
Tall and short, young and old
Ladies and gentlemen, here we go!
This is the Freakshow!
Hello, hello
I’m Mike!
I chew on glass and yes, I bite.
So watch out or I just might
Impale my skin with an iron spike
Oh, I see you that you really like that
Watch me swallow swords and survive it
Watch me spit out flames
The highest that you’ll ever see
Do you dare mess with me?
Now walk on by, keep on going
There’s more to this show than what we’re showing
Behind the curtains, away from the viewing
There is a plan that the freaks are brewing
But no matter, pay no mind
You paid the fee and they’ll stay confined
Oh! Looky here! Isn’t this exhibit grand?
These are our lasses of highest demand!
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
They all know, but nobody cares
As the little girl sits down and shares
She gives her heart and her brain as well
And just before she’s about to yell
To release all of the hurt and pain
To finally let go of this chain
They pay attention, they gape and gaze
And, for a moment, they’re almost amazed
But then she shrinks and hides away
And everything feels all grey
They laugh and sneer or so she thought
This wasn’t at all what she sought.
She just wanted to be able to speak aloud
As if there wasn’t a giant crowd
To be able to express her mind
Without her heart being left behind.
But it seems as if that was too much
And she didn't want to make a fuss
So she walked away and distanced herself.
This was where she said farewell.
The fantasy world is where she’d go
Somewhere nice without a foe.
Maybe she could fly up high
Or suddenly become a spy.
It wouldn't matter. She didn't care.
Just as long as she wasn't there.
In this prison, in this cell.
This place was her personal h**l.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC