Most girls want to be told that they're pretty.
I just want to be told that I'm very beautiful and completely insane.

And so you see that I must go
in to this wild abbis
Where the dark swirls and the light shrinks away.
I'm sorry my love
But the night is calling,
calling me away
The bird song means nothing
And laughter is all for naught
Because I must go dancing,
Dancing to the hill and
to the sea
where the butterflies spin webs of love and the tiger is my friend.

I have changed.
I have grown.
I am older now in mind and body,
I have loved and,
I will love her still.
I came out as bi to my parents
And I have learned many things,
You have helped me to know who I am,
And so I thank you,
My sister,
My brother,
My friend,
Thank you my Em.

I'm sitting on my bed
shivering with cold or sorrow
i do not know.
a warm cup of tea
a soft blanket
and still i cry.
i just can't stop
the tears continue falling.

You made a poet fall in love with you
And expected her not to write sonnets about your eyes
Haikus about the way you kissed her in the moonlight
Expected the fire in her heart not to inspire couplets
You made a poet fall in love with you, and when you left
Expected her not to write pages about the ache in her chest
Write a soliloquy dedicated to her tears
Expected her not to feel every gut wrenching moment of the pen hitting paper like your words hit her in the most vulnerable places of her mind.
You made a poet fall in love with you, and you expected her to be silent.
That is no fault of hers.

She is not just a woman, or just some mere creation to me.

Seeith, she hast a halo, fulsome and rapturous in highest degree.

Seeith, doth thou friend; her eye's as a muffled jungle panther;

They dance the uncultivated bush, the wind here is her laughter.

Cool, it bloweth upon thine sweltered cheek's, she's unseen;

Like a dream, she is the shelter every forager desires to keep.

I'm hidden amongst the shrub, dying to taketh a peek;

I want to catch a glimpse of her, in all her amour', her taste, fine;

Her spirit is mine, one of a kind, a dining shine, whilst the moon,

In ourn room, she clutches mine anatomy, O', how I'm so happy.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( filipino rose)