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i stumbled
upon a grave
that would not
let my soul
be save but
i had the faith and
the will
to ask the Lord
protect me
with your holy angels still
please show me
where the glory is and
all that glitters
is not gold
if i stumbled
upon a grave
Have another drink, darling,
Light up and have a smoke.
Don’t think about the future
Or your lonely heart that broke.
The alcohol will numb your brain,
The nicotine will make you choke.
But don’t worry, dear; in fact, have a laugh,
‘Cause in the end, you’re just a joke.
Take A mintue to hear what is being said
I never chose to have feelings for men
Take a moment for it to register
That I could have married and had children with her
but I didn't
I decided to be honest and speak up
But I was shot down

Like a piegon shot from the sky
As it only wanted to fly

You tell me that you don't care when I am older
but right now I am a child i don't know any better
but I do
I know what I am and chose this route so later in life
I Wouldn't suffer as much

Like eating junk food everyday for lunch
and grwoing up to find out I have stomcah Problems because of my lunch

I chose this path, the path of coming out,  knowing the dangers
Knowing what Challenges I would have to face
And this path I am taking will make me stronger
I don't feel I've got the knack, the spark, the 'gee-whizz, she's got it!' to say I can sparkle
I don't have the 'good' to be enough.

Amateur

They say I have talent
But it seems I just happen to waste it

Watch it go past in the breeze,
or **** past like the rushing wind

Instead I'm just staring straight back at it while it waves away at me
I'm just too busy living and breathing to take any notice

Oops.
Have I just grown up?
I am not not selling my soul to the devil tonight,
not for a 10 bob shilling note or a ***** hoody with your deep scent of pain lined within its seams.
I am not selling my nature,
for my nature has roots as big as the old oak tree that grows in the deepest forest and shelters those that seek.
I am not forgetting my place,
it's right here, next to you, by your side;
it's right here, in front of my son, holding his world in my arms, and his love in my heart;
it's right here, projecting from my heart, arms that encompass the world.
I am not drilling for oil,
I seek no riches from ill gotten gain,.
I am not your past journey,
I walked my own road to get here, i laid those bricks down piece by piece.
I am not who is knocking at your door,
for i am not the fear your heart dreads at that sound of that knock.
I am not here for you to sum up,
I am not a number, an equation or problem you have to solve.
I am not my emotions,
as they are an extension of me as my words are my mouth, and my actions from my hands.
I am not a box of wonder,
I am a clearly written masterpiece of wonder and intrigue, and i love the very soul of me.
I am not your head,
my arms lay weary at my side for the troubles you carry within your mind are too heavy for me to hold.
I am not a carnival horse,
that swings around and around, for applause, for the fame and the glory.
I am not a catch,
a fish, a lock to a door, a bubble to burst.
I am not a master, a magician, a hooligan or a carpet burn *****
I am here, open, here, honest, here, just here.
I am not,
I am not,
I am not, you.
This scent of you, it clings to my skin,
it clings like a rash that's boiled over from within.
I scratch at this poison that has marked my flesh,
the scent of you, at your very ****** best.
I throw off the covers and hit the wall with my fist;
should lust be a sin, if lust is like this?
And no matter what with who, how, what or where,
everytime i sleep i can feel your ****** stare.
And the weight of your fingers on the back of my neck
drives me to nightmares, and meaningless ***.
Tinged by the moment and forgotten by the hue,
my arms are brusied easily by the scent of you.
I'm running wildly through bracken and fire,
i'm running as a beast would run from apathy and desire.
I, the lone wolf, i'm moonlit, i scratch and i howl,
at the memory of your face, and your sneering sharp scowl.
I, the lone rider, in flight fearless, reckless and abused,
I jump fields, catch branches, torn, bleeding and bruised.
I hide in the woods, and float in the sea
I'm hiding myself from the deepest memory of me.
You're the poision ivy to my deepest forest of bark,
You're the drifting snow to my deepest vision of dark.
This scent of you, it clings to my lips
and i bite my tongue as i stretch my fingertips.
There is no sense in this dirt that flies through my hands
my thoughts are lost as stone is lost in beached sands.
I rip at my skin and i tear at my voice
I made this my dealing, at my beck, at my choice.
I draw upon my body like a breeze skims the ground,
there is no more wanton whimper, than there is my sound.
And at night when the nightmares come and i scream in my sleep,
the scent of you overwhelms my body, and i sow what i reap.
I lightly collect my feelings and throw them in a box,
I wrap in chains and cover it in locks.
I have been fooled, i have been fooled and blinded by you
and this scent lingers, in a memory of a distant bluish hue.
I watch as you walk away, your hips sway, tail high
And i howl and i scream and i sit and i cry.
And whilst i linger alongside this sharp vivid movie scene,
i count my bruises and feel quietly serene.
Reading her bio, enticed by her verse,
Emotions run deep, often times terse.

Talent is obvious, click the poems and read,
Life hasn’t given her, what she really does need.

Spy between the lines, aching is her heart,
For one to protect it, not rip it apart.

A glimpse at a picture, black and white does her fine,
Joy at the sight, ****** features on which to dine.

Romantic and passionate, creative and fun,
Walking and talking, together in the sun.

So many questions, where do you live?
Other wanted to receive, but never would give,

Their mind and soul, feeling only your embrace,
Ultimately leaving you alone in your place.

Why must this happen, am I unworthy of love?
Hardly, look to the sky up above.

Waiting sometimes has rewards that are great,
From picking a career, to finding a mate.

I can hear in your words, and see in those eyes,
Your feelings abound, and are endless as the skies.

Alas the loneliness is full of strong power,
Patients is hard, your soul can turn sour.

Find a way to give love to those,
Truly in need, many in the throws,

Of unbelievable hardship, cold and distraught,
Reach out to them, with the kindest of thought,

Let them know, you really do care,
Smile and be gentle, do this and I swear,

Your body will be filled, from head to toe,
With gods pure love and the way he will show,

To others that feel, the same way as you,
Finding true love, no more are you blue.

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