Connor

Connor Mar 2018

His breath hitches
He is uncomfortable
His body betrays him
With its lack of arousal.

He wants to want this.
He wants to want her.
But all he can think about is him.
Why has he been cursed?

His father loves him
But he loves God, too.
So if God is love
Why does he hate?

It isn't a choice to love.
It is a choice to hate.
If He loves all
Can't you, too?

A message.. To everyone who says it isn't natural. To those who argue that we 'have to procreate'. To even you, who simply believes its icky.

Connor Mar 2018

Depravity

Have you ever dreamt of a new day
Where all around are fields of green
Rather than boring buildings if grey?

Ever believed in a future in which
The beating hearts of humans
Were not black as pitch?

To have thought, in your heart
Just for a second, maybe,
That in a healthy world, we'd take part?

Its all futile, Miss
To attempt to fix the Earth
For she's already fallen into the Abyss.

An old poem I made late at night, edited to standard.

Connor Mar 2018

Steam

I'm in the shower
Water caressing my skin
Steam clouding my eyes.

I'm cleansing myself
Washing away yesterday.
Awaiting rebirth.

What will I become
In the time before my next
Shower, I wonder?

Connor Mar 2018

Coffee

Burning hot liquid
Snaps me out of morning gloom
Fogs up my glasses.

It travels down my
Throat, filling me with caffeine.
A warm sensation.

Two haiku style stanzas. My actual coffee is cold now. Off to the microwave, I go!

Connor Mar 2018

Hickey

You can convince yourself
That you can survive
But deep down, you know
Love is needed to thrive.

You can tell yourself
That you can forget
But you know you'll always
Remember the day you met.

You can say to yourself
There wasn't a spark
Because you won't accept
That someone left a mark.

I found this among other old things. I thought I'd put it online :)

Connor Feb 2018

Battleground

On and on like a merry-go-round
my thoughts are drowning in the sound
of a ****** and merciless battleground.

No idea.

Connor Feb 2018

Voices

The voices say that I'm a no one,
don't listen to them, your fate's being woven

The voices say that I should give up,
Why don't you tell them there's been a mixup?

They keep telling me my death will come soon,
don't say that, you sound like a loon

They say I can't deal with all of this strife
Perhaps, but that's no reason to end your life!

Their voices are louder, I fear I can't win
You were given Life, to end it would be a sin

Cut by a razor, my blood on the floor,
stop right there, don't open that Door!

Water so pure, now turning red,
it is your soul the voices were being fed.

Visible to me is Heaven's Gate!
Come back now, before its too late!

Angelic voices fill my ears,
I'm sorry you couldn't face your fears.

The pattern is A,B,A,B. The first line of each stanza is one perspective, the person hearing voices, and the second line is the person trying to help them. I started this poem a while ago and never finished it til now, so please enjoy!