It's night.
and nimbly
she - well not quite dances.
But entrances me.
My mind fumbles.
It's spinning.
There is
music there.
it emanates from her body in
Neon notes.
They free float.
It's a smoothe picture to swallow.
But they are stuck in my throat.
(like my wordless hope
that she'll lean in,
halt her dance,
just long enough to press her lips
to mine)
she resonates with every note and
she dances like the silkiest spoken
word.

Limbs
sway
she makes
day
break
Stealing the color
of neon skies
Fluid in her every stroke
the same electric blues,reflecting in her eyes,
Her gaze set fire to my haze,
Struck a chord inside my chest,
the note somehow complementing
the delicate sway of her hips.
her lips, where the tip of my tongue could only dare to caress

If God,
really wanted
his creations to
be hidden,
in the closet.
He wouldn't have
put a door **** on
the closet door,
in the first place.
Open up your mind and,
construct your
confidence,
turn the
free-life,
door ****.
&
Say a prayer
Then strut the **** out
of the darkness
into
the technicolor love
rainbow.
I may be a
prissy princess
but underneath
all the
gay, goth, glam
are big
******* steel *****.
**** me,
I'm easy.
Just kidding,
I'm infamous.
8==D
god <3's gay people.

religions h8.
not god.
god = love

The annual parade
Was the greatest event
For those who stood high
on their heels and our heads.

With surgery smiles
and black mummified lashes
They wave at the crowd
and the camera flashes.

Yet those who dare walk
On this carpet of wine
Will struggle and ****
To remain first in line.

As still mortal glances
Chase after some idol
They never suspect
They are all quite suicidal.

Whispered words of demoralization
Face to face with confrontation.

Never the one to make a sound
But always the last to hold her ground.

Late night thoughts of what would have been
Makes no difference to what happened then.

Sudden insight as to who she is
Secret yearning for timeless bliss.

Wanting the best from everything
The future, the past, from anything.

Hopeless wonders brighten faces
But wishful thinkings lead empty chases.

Standing alone as the wind whips my face
Leave me be I'm happy in this place.

Lie.

Silent tortures haunt my soul
Wicked beauties you'll never know.

Naked truth.