As much as I
Reach for the sun
You keep pushing me
Back into the dirt.

Why can't you
allow me to blossom?
You fertilize me,
Water me.

When I begin to finally grow,
You take away
The sun.

And you open
The skies.
It pours and pours.

Will the rain ever stop?

DON'T

YOU

EVER

FOREGO

YOUR

SELF

RESPECT

FOR

YOUR

LOVE !!

There are ways of coping with depression
Some people go with medicine
Others go with hobbies or distractions
Then there are the few that try things that might help, like candles or food
I go with the hobbies and distractions route
When I get sad, I will write a poem
When I get lonely, I will skype a friend
When I am frozen, I will listen to music
And I know sometimes I should accept the fact I get depressed
And I should go to a therapist and that I will always have this
But I would rather find personal tricks
To help cope with this
Than take medicine to make me happy
Nothing against people who do, thats your own opinion
I personally just want to have my own ways of coping
Whether it be music or friends or books
That works for me
That is my way of coping with depression

The one question that keeps me up at night

leaves me more confused than I originally started out

what makes most sense

in this world filled with lies

if you really think about it

everything in the world stems down to one word

if anyone answered it they would be recognized worldwide

but then what?

have we finally discovered all their is to know?

is that it?

the end to our supposed suffering?

honestly id rather it a mystery

the human race left to fathom the unfathomable

it leaves a bit of a tang to the air

with a single word hanging over the heads of everyone

I bet the answers right on the tip of our noses

but were to busy digging into the ground

you honestly think you'll find it their?

we call ourselves the smartest of our time

another question were left to ponder

the infamous why

nine







nine are left,
my old poems.
only nine.

copy, paste,
repost,
delete,
but now,
only nine remain,
ghosts of depression,
of loneliness,
of love,
cover,
my computer screen,
even now,
i'm not sure what they mean.
copy,
repost,



delete.

I do not have a gay agenda
That consists of me stealing your faith
Crushing your god
And molesting you with my eyes
If you pass me in a crowded hall.

I do not have a gay agenda
That consists of me taking the minds
Of innocent children
And leading then into devil worship.

I do have a gay agenda
That consists of me (a girl)
Finding the perfect girl
To call my wife
And start a family with.

I do have a gay agenda
That consists of me letting love be fluid
Labels have no meaning
Or bounds
And letting religion roam free.

So with my simple gay agenda of love
Why are you so worried?
Are you afraid that my agenda will beat out yours?
After all love trumps all hate
In the end
One way or another.