I'll tell you
Nothing really beats
Watching
Your own brother
Trapped in his body.

His eyes long to see again
But all there's left is emptiness.
His mouth longs to move again
But he can say never a word.
His legs long to walk again
But all his limbs have stiffened up.

And there's nothing I can really do
For many years did this plight last
Each day I'm helpless
Wishing I could drag you out of that hard shell.

Because of you, I'm doubled over
All through the night
And it's dark
very, very dark,
Pitch black

And in the distant hours, Im rocking and rolling
Stomach in knots.

The darkness and blackness looks and me and laughs
Knowing I promised I wouldn't
And I have
The stars, the milky way, the universe
All giggle at my weakness

But I laugh back up at them
At myself
I should be frightened
bit I am being fixed
Healed, is going too far,
However.

I am not the Capulet, an NO!
You are not the established Montague
Star-crossed we are not
But at one moment, gravity
did not pull me down
but pulled me in

And how dare you make my emotions tun into a
supernova
How dare you allow me to feel

Because now,
it's too late.

Not star-crossed, but stars collided
And what happens then?
We both know we'll blow up
Supernova
I just trust the universe
To make sure nothing

Breaks.

I felt a cold breeze in my ear.
It whispered me a plan to know .
That a blade I shall use as a bow .
And my wrist as the strings I should play
The melody of death today.

A friend can be like the storm that blows everything up, tries your patience, causes changes; but reminds you to be geared up and vigilant.    



A friend can be like the rain that, at the first pour, leads into anxiety; but later on, raindrops keep you calm, thus a friend shows tranquillity upon everyone – serene and happy.



A friend can be like a lightning rod that strikes everyone surprise with annoyance to the ears; but reminds you that a surprise – with all its noises – grants unsolicited bliss which lasts in memory.



A friend can be like a cloud that separates from the others in the vastness of the expanse, and floats alone – the emo, ; but reminds you to be considerate and sympathetic at all times.  



A friend can be like the mist that seems mysterious and unreachable, full of secrets and vagueness; but reminds you to take risk of knowing him profoundly so to appreciate the truth within.



A friend can be like the sun – superior in nature – that can heat up the situation; but gives you warmth in times of coldness, reminds you that darkness would just pass, and that the new morning unfolds soon to absorb your pessimisms.



And a friend is as constant as this – day or night, sunny or rainy, cold or warm, filled or cloudless – the azure that covers everyone beneath any threat, any trial, any worry, any doubt; the azure that holds a promise of watching over you as it did yesterday and is doing today, and the azure that awaits your hopeful tomorrow…



Is that which embraces you under its shelter and defence – yes, the great sky.

It has been an honour
to write poetry with you,
creating magic
with just our own brilliant minds
                                        and hands.
This is me saying farewell
when you return,
                 let our quills become wands
and minds become
                   extraordinary thinking machines
                                            
                                       creating worlds out of thin air.

he loves that amazing person
                                      in his life
but all that he would ever wish:
may I express my longing,
my desire
to love more than I can ever give?

can he secretly share a kiss?
a sizzling but sweet spark
that none can intrude in;
beauty in the dark.

he only wishes to
able to walk around town,
arms around his lover,
        or just holding hands, giving coded glances
because to each other, they are bound.

But Alas! society
considers their actions to be depravity
minds of millions so ignorant and selfish!
I am very disappointed by humanity.

the sanctity of the [insert religious book]
all the rules they must follow
or so they claim
why are their heads so hollow?

Love is love, no matter felt by whom,
why does gender have to matter
I dare ask?
You better get your senses back together.

if you don't,
he cannot freely love his dearest him,
she cannot kiss her lover's lips under the stars,
and only desperately wish for a whim.

because of restrictions thrown about
set by whom?
who dares decides what they can
                        and cannot do?

People made me feel so empty
People made me feel so lost

People made me feel ugly
They filled me with self hate

And now I cry when I hear a song on the radio
That reminds me of the love that I lost long ago

And now I cry when I see friends holding hands
Reminding me of the ones I have loved and lost

I have never felt like I belonged anywhere
People called me names and pushed me away
Made me feel like I was to blame...

I have never felt any true love
Neither physical or emotional

No one ever made me feel fine
No one ever made me feel like
I had someone to call my own
No one ever truly stayed here
So now I drown my sorrows in
My tears that I've been savin'
Here