When I walk through my past

I search and search

and I never find it

The further I go the harder I sob

Once I find it, I can leave

So

I never left

If only I could turn the hands of time

The things I would change

The cruel words I said

Did not say

The sweet words I needed to hear

They never came

So now, I move forward

Stepping toward becoming a person who

Others will listen to

A person others will respect

Still, those words will never come

Lay down your head child

Let yourself slip into dreams of innocence

Sleep and know not

The hate and envy

Something I feel and see every day

Sleep haunted with nightmarish truths

So sleep child

Take your fill now

Because it is not forever

The sweetness of first love

Pulls and tugs at your heart

Emotions riling and snarling in your ear

Promises

Eventually

The sweet flavor is replaced with a bitter

Foul

Thing also called

First love

Because it never lasts

Poetry that’s as clear as day

At the same time, it is as dark night.

If you have a broken heart

A black heart

A blue heart

A green heart

Read on,

In these pages, you will find relief

If your heart is beautiful, tender and sweet

If

You have never known hate or anger, filled to the brim with love

Stop

Close the book and don’t look back

You will find poison in these words

This poetry is not for you, it will make you sad and hollow.

Unless you are one of many with no heart at all

If you read this, you will soon.

The cavity in your chest will be filled

So reader beware, this is a book of compassion

Hate

Anger

Rejection

Sadness

Beauty

Hope

Preacher gone wrong

A christian boy

the young age of sixteen

finds his destiny

he loves boys

now he see’s

goes to his mom

a joy full look on his face

thinking

Wow I finally found my place

he says

hey mom I’m gay

the awful woman

slaps his face tears runnin down her face

come on boy get in the car

she takes him to the preacher

for a treatment in religion

preacher says

boy start runnin straight get your head out of the clouds

tells him that he’s going to hell

that is an example of a preacher gone wrong

if you preach hate at the service

if you can’t accept someone

because they can love the same gender

those holy words you have been singing are poison

your sermons are disrespecting god

we are all gods children

he loves us all

it doesn’t matter

so don’t listen to that preacher gone wrong

before and after

before

girl walking through the hall of her school one day

no one knows her love of girls

her head hanging low

a pain in her heart making her rather die

than be her

after

last night she spilled

now everyone knows her love of girls

she walks down the hall

her freshly dyed hair shining

the colors of others that she represents

rainbow colors swish against her face

she did it in an act of rebellion

now other girls scatter and make a path

none coming close enough to touch

but close enough to hear

they twitter behind hands into ears

only now

she walks with her head held high