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The trans-former Apr 2015
She kisses her scars
Amongst the dark of the night,
For the taste of blood,
Or the taste of self-love?

She drank the tears she cried,
For the drowning sensation,
Or the hope of a better fate?

While she lay empty on the grey-tiled floors that felt like the bottom of a *** bottle,
She only wonders,
Would this change anything?

How many more wounded soldiers before the battle is dead?
How many more tradgic memories need to be burned into innocent minds?

How many more terrible poems before I get a better grasp on humanity?
  Apr 2015 The trans-former
T2m
Tossing and turning
Counting the hours with the clock
Where are you, Morpheus?
all that i want and all that i truly need
is to be reawakened
for things to be the way they once were
i try hard as **** to not dwell on the past
it's such a bright place that i don't want to leave,
but i should because it missed its chance to grow with me
it has faded and become lazy,
only showing itself in dim flickers that hold the heat of a single match
when it used to be a steady glow that surrounded me always
i need you to help it catch up to me
bring back your light, your tenderness and laughter
because i've grown so dark and hardened
to the point where i am contained inside a thick shell
i used to be able to break out and shake off the pieces easily,
but layers keep accumulating
and i feel cold as a stone in the bed of a river
only something as forceful as a chisel and hammer could free me,
but that's not enough
only something as warm as the way things were could melt me
but most of all, i need to know that you need this too
i've been dying to reach you
inspired by hundred waters and anthony green
The trans-former Apr 2015
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.
The trans-former Apr 2015
With a nervous grip, the girl picks up the paintbrush;
She glances at this boy's life, a blank canvas that gives her a rush.

She asks his favorite color; he says it is always baby blue.
So she listens to his preferences and across the canvas the paintbrush flew.

When she looks at the monochrome array, she holds such disdain
For she is an artist who cannot stick to such colors mundane.

Eventually she pulls away from the baby blues,
And gives him vibrant colors and vivid hues.

She fills his world with a colorful glow,
And puts her heart and soul into giving him a rainbow.
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