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Maxwell Jun 2015
This is the story my body tells...
A story of struggles marked with scars.
A page of freckles from the sun kissing my skin.
Cracks and snaps from the past breaking me down.
Every breath tells my body that my binder is there.
My body tells what I was born as but is becoming what I am.
In a mirror my body shows eyes that have seen so much.
Lips that have spoken many regrets but many accomplishments.
Ears that have heard too much but sometimes not enough.
In a mirror my body tells a deep story.
My stomach houses the scar from a box too sharp.
My fingers grasp the rope so tight that keeps me above the water.
My body tells a story but my mind a deep tale.
At a group I go to we had four writing prompts. This was the first one, it was if your body tells a story what would it be?
  Jun 2015 Maxwell
The trans-former
Gay
If I wasn't gay would people care?
Would they actually let me breath the same air?
Could I actually go to school,
without people being so cruel?
Could I live in a world with no hate?
Maybe people would love me if I was straight.
It's not as easy as people think.
I can't just go to a shrink.
I didn't choose to be this way.
You really think I'd want to be gay?
I don't want attention,
I don't want fame.
This isn't some sort of game.
I am who I am and thats okay.
Most people don't see it that way.
I only wish I could be the same.
To have a wedding and it not be shamed.
I want to have kids and not be judged.
I don't want my reputation smudged.
But apparently I'm different now.
Sick in the head somehow.
Therapy and shock treatment for something that can't be fixed.
How did I get put into this mix?
Toxic and tragic,
that's my life.  
It's like I was stabbed in the back with a knife.
I'm gay,
what's wrong with that?
I get treated like some rat.
Using your holy books and your religion.
To fight against something that makes no difference.
I want to be a human not a punching bag.
Always getting called a ***.
Let that word have power and it gets to you.
But that words as good as whatever is stuck to the bottom of my shoe.
I love being this way.
I don't care what you say.
  Jun 2015 Maxwell
leeannejjang
A blank canvas in front of us,
An image of you with colors black and white.
As you walk along the path,
You will encounter different people that will add colors to your life.

Some would paint you yellow,
Like a sun beaming with a smile.
They will bring you warmth that you will never forget.

Blue like the ocean will come in your way,
A feeling of comfort and sense of calmness,
They will greet you with a wave that will hit you but would never hurt you.

Sometimes there will be gray that would cross your path.
Loneliness and sadness comes with them.
They are those who lost their way while trying to fill up the canvas of life.

Pink blooming like a flower on a field.
They best fit with things that glitter and spark.
You would see happiness in their eyes,
And wanted to keep them by your side.

An image of a strong and dependable man forms in my mind when I saw Brown.
Like earth I can stand, they will never let you down.

Green green grass dancing in the wind.
A suitable partner when your in need,
Someone to cry on and would never leave,
A true friend during thick or thin.


No, they will never let you get hurt,
Violets are like knights who never fails.
Tough like a wall but with a heart as soft as a foam.

My favorite color of all? Red.
A color that makes life such an interesting work of an art.
You may see Red in a different way.
Red, like a lover that left us.
Red, like the husband we pledge our love.
Red, for my first love.
Red, for the man I can never have.
Red, for the unconditional love of a mother.
Red, for the person I want to spend the rest of my life.

All this colors,
Once painted on the canvas of life,
Creates a beautiful portrait of you,
That nobody else can have.
Maxwell Jun 2015
"you're dating a guy, doesn't that make you gay?"*
I love a guy, I love his smile, his eyes, and his kisses.
his hand in mine makes me smile.
my stomach flutters when he's around.
he takes my worst days and makes them the best.
He has my heart in the palm of his hands.
He is my knight in shining armor, the rainbow after the rain, the sun after a dark night.
He is the start of my favorite song,
He is the voice whispering to me "It's okay." when everything goes wrong.
He's the warm blanket on a cold night, my umbrella in the rain.
my first and last thought of the day is him.
He's my boyfriend, he is my love, he is the rock keeping me standing through the worst storms.
I am in love, I am happy, I am free and I am me.
If loving him makes me gay then I am the resulting child of Neil Patrick Harris and Ellen Degeneres.
You might say gay but i say in love with the greatest guy I know.
The best part is....he loves me too
I've been getting called gay a lot for being in a same *** relationship...this was the result. I have an amazing boyfriend and I love him to death
Maxwell Jun 2015
They all look at me wondering how I became this way
Let me count the ways
One
One wrong body
Two
Two parents that gave up
Three
Three words abused over and over
I love you
Three treatment centers
Four
Four months getting help
Five
Five years old when he left
Six
Six schools before I'm 16
Seven
Seven days everyday I force myself to keep living
Eight
Eight pounds lost in one week
Nine
Nine bruises I cannot explain
Ten
Ten out of ten families say they wish they saw the signs
Nine
Nine more minutes until I'm gone
Eight
Eights years I've been feeling this way
Seven
Seven days in a wee that I'll never live again
Six
Six words that I always hear "why don't you just **** yourself?''
Five
Five days a week I hear those words
Five years between me and the guy who took my trust in guys
Four
Four minutes that felt like years
Three
Three breathes left
Two
Two parents with
One less child
Zero people saw the signs
Zero, how many years i have left
Zero chances
Zero regrets
Maxwell May 2015
She said "baby, your voice is my favorite song"
I should have known, a favorite song lasts for only so long
You listen to it over and over
Until it becomes too much.
I think she has a new favorite song...
Perhaps she's been listening to it all along.
The beat of my song never changed,
But for her I would have changed everything about this song.
My song has ended and she's on to the next.
She can try to rewind this tape,
But this song has been deleted.
There is no way to get it back,
No history of the song ever being recorded is found.
She said I was her favorite song.
That song was in so many playlists but now,
Now those playlists have all new songs.
It's like they were never there at all.
I was her favorite song
Not now this song has no place at all.
She was my biggest fan
And now no one remembers my name.
These lyrics were meaningless,
The song had ended
And now the curtain has closed
My girlfriend dumped me for one of my friends and that inspired this poem
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