He serves mother earth
In northern hemisphere
I serve motherland
In southern hemisphere
He is on the tropic of Cancer
I am on the tropic Capricorn
Our longitude and latitude are different
Our aptitude and attitude are similar
To serve and deserve to serve
He is in light
When I am in dark
He is in dark
When I am in light
Both are exposed to each other
Through light and dark
Through thick and thin
He tracks my light
When I am asleep
I track his light
When he is asleep
Intuition is our live-wire
He is non-resident to me
I am non-resident to him
Both are residents of love
I am his prestigious father
He is my privileged son

"Why don't you like anyone? Let your hormones run wild! Live young while you can, it's ok to be a child."

Ask my again why I lack infatuation. These malignant young men need maturation.

They call it a crush, there's a reason, trust me I'm sure. It's destructive, it's toxic, it's flawed to the core.

The second I fall, or crumble, or slip; that's the day the time bomb, the dormant suffering wire is tripped.

The pointless pain from boys driven by ***, when I'm repulsed they'll just become another ex.

Why ask for pain when he gives you a glance? Why sit there and beg for just a chance?

You'll never love him, nor will he, you;
You'll just sit and wane and tell yourself it's not true.

I'm sorry it's blunt, but it's honest;
So before you let yourself love think on it.

~Kj

I sit on your brown and ***** couch with my legs
folded underneath my ever-growing body.
Your house makes me want to *****, but I’m too afraid
to ***** inside of your house. You never *****: you’re too
tall and lanky, your spine too well-dressed. You never bleed, either.

I always do; always when I’m with you
there is blood on my big toe, blood soaking up
the skin that sighs in between my large legs.
Do not touch my legs, or my stomach. I used to know
when to stop with you, how to stop with you.

I stopped feeling safe with you this summer.
We both had chapped lips. The states we visited
were as dry as your dusty and battered car. We spent
this summer sleeping together atop unfamiliar grounds.

Not once did we have *** in your house, but still,
now that I’m here, my stomach is in pain as though we did.

I still want to *****. My mouth still tastes like your car, like exhaust.

Somewhere in the background you are calling me beautiful,
somewhere my eyes are closing, then everything is yelling
the way a father does. I am trying to remember being three years old again,
everything pink dresses against grey houses. How much would you
take care of me if I told you I was sick? What would you do
with my hair? I have dreams of you in which your body
looks like that of a still born’s, your face like cancer of the bone.

Tonight I had trouble sleeping,

because my heart was a weeping.

so I decided to take a moonlit walk,

to ponder on my thoughts.

It was like the trees were moving me along,

before I knew it the path was gone.

The cold wind made me shiver,

in the distance I could hear the trickling of a river.

Rustling noises echoed around me,

but I wasn't afraid, what was to become of me.

My heart has been broken,

words left unspoken.

So if tonight I was to die,

I wouldn't cry.

I came to rest in a small clearing,

suddenly mounds with crosses on started appearing.

I was drawn to this one cross,

it was different, new not covered in moss.

Like magic I was there reading the name,

it was mine, I must be going insane.

Violently I was swung around,

I screamed at what I found.

Hanging from a single tree,

my lifeless body was all I could see.

Then a voice spoke though the wind,

this is the message it did bring.

Is this how you want to be found?

hanging from a tree, then buried in the ground.

All these graves belong to people like you,

left broken not knowing what to do.

But there is one difference, you are strong,

this isn't where you belong.

They didn't have your choices,

their lovers cut their voices.

You need to go home and see,

how much you are loved, just trust in me.

Then NEVER return to this place,

or else next time a different fate you will face.

he likes plays not books and he
plays with my heart every time he reads
romeo and juliet
but he was never romeo; always paris-
the trusty best friend everyone just happens
to forget about
everyone but me, for some terribly strange
unfortunate reason
//
Paris plays guitar and speaks the best french in the class,
his parents expect nothing but perfection because
that is what he is, perfection
a gentleman who fights for noble causes, a prince who every
girl dreams of, a man who never really had the chance to be
a boy
//
I asked him why one day
why he was in love with the girl locked up in the hands of her family
he didn't say anything, i thought he didn't know but
then he said that no one really asked him why and he didn't know
what the right answer was, and he didn't want to give the wrong one

Paris never gets an answer wrong, and perhaps that is because
no one really bothers to ask him why
//
he married the girl next week
although I know that she doesn't know that
he likes plays, not books and he
plays with my heart every time he reads
romeo and juliet
but he was never romeo; always paris-
the trusty best friend everyone just happens
to forget about
everyone but me, and he told me yesterday
that i was the one mistake he would allow himself
to never correct

See Seesaw Sea,
Swing in ecstasy
Rhythmic tides,
Rhyming strokes
Soothing breeze,
Pleasing nodes
Surfing banks,
Boxing waves
Tiding ebbs,
Ebbing tides
Unabated buzz,
Ferry minds
Merry crowds,
Downing sun
Cooling beach,
Evening dawns
Immolating sun,
Immortal journey

On double shift,
Off side wakeup call,
On side adieu  
Pushed up moon as a parting gift
On alighting night
Good oh the heavens!
Kudos to the Ocean Park.

Valentine's Day is not a
Day for those in love
To show their love
That's an everyday thing
It's a day for the lonely
Made to make them
Feel even more alone
To feel unloved
Unwanted
It's a day
To sell chocolate
That'll make them
Feel slightly better
Before it all gets worse

How wonderful it would be-
To find the light
I know dwells inside of me.
I know you want to help me,
But don't you understand?
The difficulty of finding the sun,
When I've been relying on the moon?

I only tell you because you've never asked.
I only tell you because I don't think you seem to have the slightest idea of who I am.

Would you believe me if I did tell you?

The only clothes on my body were those of my 4 year old brothers.
The only shoes on my feet were so weathered and torn I could feel the cold concrete with every step I took.
The meals on my plate were only those from the school in which I begged for seconds and dreaded the empty weekend.

Would you believe me if I told you that the only food that filled our cabinets were expired cans given from the food bank.
Dinner time meant hiding under the table, avoiding the drunken blows of Mom's new boyfriend.

Would you even believe me?
Months would go by without water or lights.
Our home was no home.
But a shelter for those who had dragged their bodies to the bed of an 8 year old girl.
My mother was no mother at all but a slave to a chemical mixture.

Would you believe me if I told you?

I fought my fight.
Through blood and tears, I fought my fight.
I chose to stand in the crashing waves against me.
I chose to stand strong with the heaviest weight resting on my shoulders, I fought.
& I won.