A lunar cycle passed in memoriam of them
Who helped paving the road to unity
Yet sought the warmth of the sun
The golden gleam shone brightly on the pass
They marched forward

A staple in the system deemed unmatched
An adhesive bond, firmly grasped
Although double-checked it dissipated
The roadmaker came to a fall

Falling silently, they let out a final cry
As the path cracked in time
The road distorted into contortion

What seemed like a peaceful road
Ended up a jagged pass
The falling abruptly ended

The hands that reached out to them
Embraced them in a livid bloom
Of effervescent warmth

I stood amongst the occasion
To guide the roadmaker, creator of the stars
To guide them to their ultimate path

Grab a feather
                                            Open your soul.

Grab some paper
                                         Make it your own.

And a small feather
                                             Shall be a brush,

And a small paper
                                        Your poems' canvas.

Depression, depression
I have depression.
Of course I'm just kidding.
I don't have depression.
I bury my feelings,
beneath my exterior.
You think this is serious,
but this is about glue.

and I still can't melt your heart.

''As I saw you standing there
      Eyes teary amongst the mass
I took you in,,

                                                           ­             ''As I saw you standing there
                                                           ­                       My legs were shaking
                                                         ­                 You held me dear,,

''As I took you in
      You never saw the daylight again,,

                                                        ­                     ''As you took me in
                                                              ­                      I knew I was at home,,

Her hair smelled of roses, her body curvy in places.
We've been together for months, a destination was set.

I arrived at her house, it was all quiet
Her parents had left us all by ourselves

I unbuckled my pants, she pulled down her *******.
It was standing *****, my glue stick was ready.

I grabbed hold of my stick, and she grabbed hers.
Wait, what?
My girlfriend's a dude?