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Aidan Nov 2015
I can learn to love me,
even when I am sick of this tight skin.
My mind is playing enemy,
please look at me.
I keep cursing fantasy and reality-
folded photos reeking of sin
Crazed tongues keep me from
loving my skin
Triolet
rhyme scheme:
A
B
a
A
a
b
A
B
Aidan Nov 2015
And even the merciful threw stones at the Moon, cursing her twinkling freckles
She has love for all amongst her cold kisses and permafrost breath.

Devoted to the the Sun, they danced in his heat with swords drawn too- fumbling over rain as if they have never seen a man cry before.

The Sun and Moon thrive for likeness of the other, but they won't meet till a dull day
shaken
shaken
shaken
by the gods who threw stones
Aidan Oct 2015
“ Im sorry there isn’t anything we can do but file a report”
suffocated by his biased glare,
“you could get motion sensor lights?”
But how is that going to protect me from the slurs I hear just from pumping gas?
Or walking the street late at night?
Or even when I’m being followed?
Or the pictures of my house written in human ****
“******”
“*******”
“*****”
“**** yourself”

The police never patrolled my neighborhood,
But it wasn’t the first time I experienced it.

Knife to my face, I was told to get on the ground.
In the middle of the day at a park-- I was fourteen.
I ran as fast as I could
But it wasn’t the first time I experienced it.

“Marriage is between a man and a woman” as she set Webster’s dictionary down,
a tilted head juxtapose to her accusations.
“And it won’t be discussed any further”
An Educator? Refraining from talking about new ideas-
Doesn’t make sense.
But it wasn’t the first time I experienced it.

I was stronger than eternal sleep’s beckoning,
But she did have some good points.

Living life in constant fear
The sickness that they passed to me Now festers in the pit of my stomach
Quietly.
But this was the first time I felt hatred.
Aidan Sep 2015
They said i should not scream.
But, i had to learn now.
"teasing"
"teaching"
Tortured tongues caged in veneer jail bars,
yearning to walk free.
Let the ripe words of my ancestors dance up my throat
and fall,
fall flat into your hands pretending like it's an every day occurrence.

Recycling my words to new ears.
like you said,
you were "teaching"
  Sep 2015 Aidan
its gonna make sense
~~~
you want to witness the truth?
then
you shouldn't see it
with your eyes*

©IGMS
  Sep 2015 Aidan
NV
BUT YOU HAVE TO STOP TELLING PEOPLE,
THAT NO ONE WILL LOVE THEM UNTIL THEY START LOVING THEMSELVES.
YOU HAVE TO STOP PLANTING THIS IDEA IN PEOPLES BRAINS THAT THEY ARE UNWORTHY OF LOVE,
JUST BECAUSE OF THEIR OWN STRUGGLE.
Aidan Sep 2015
From fingertips to nose--
numb
I am rubber From each cigarette induced tooth ache.
Rampant twirling tongues and ravished knees

*cold
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