Your love
So beautiful
I feel so warm in between your thighs
Your deep breaths taking over my life
This is what I have longed for
Long phone calls, 4AM texts and writing poetry as your honor
You're like hip hop
My heart never stops racing in your presence, that's how powerful your love is
I love you

I'm not beautiful
Or well-bred
I watched my brothers die
I thought I was dead

Saved by a stranger
Who showed that they cared
Wrapped in a blanket
Hungry and scared

Now I just wait
Unsure of my fate
Please come and get me
Its never too late

Just pack up all your feelings, emotions and memories in boxes and hand them out to strangers because it's better than giving them to him

I want to dig my nails in to my skin,
and drag,
peeling and bleeding the tears I must not shed.
I will leave little crescent moons
that will glow
as pale
as a child's milk.

I want to pound my thighs,
and bruise,
breaking and destroying all frustrations.
Great booms will shake this earth
and stories will be told
about these booms
for generations.

I want to rip the hair from my scalp,
and shred,
tearing and pulling all smoke clouds away from my mind.
The ***** smoke puffs will dissipate
and I will be able to
finally
think clearly.

my breath fogs up the glass,
wet vapor forming puffs
on the surface.
I raise my hand
and pound,
the sound is deafening
but the boom is only in my ears.
for they are separated
they hear only
the warm flickering candles
that smell like apple cinnamon.
the glass is chilled
against my closed fist
it freezes my fingers
and glues them together
but I know
that it is warm
loke their heavy breaths
on the other side.
I scream
but at the same time
they joyously laugh
and their happiness
drowns out my pain

People look for differences that aren't really differences; rather distractions, from the truth.

We are all created; equally capable of Love and Hate. Preference or variety aren't means for discrimination, they are means for development and understanding.

If it were up to some people; every rose would be red, and only grow the way they want them to grow; any other color would be killed and treated like a ****.

If they ony knew what they were missing...