The bottle stares at you with defiance,
It's the one thing that makes you different than the rest,
One wrong move and your an outkast,
Pushing in the middle of a crowd going the wrong way,
Shunned out forever,
So you try to blend in but people know,
Your secretly marked forever,
With a symbol of different.

The house is a suburban town house,
In the back bedroom there's two holes in the wall,
One carpet knife hidden under the carpet,
Along with three blades,
Two windows line the side wall,
One with a chip in the windowpane,
The other with a lose screen to sneak out,
The closet doors are broken,
When you look at it now it's it empty room,
Buried in secrets,
That I have left a year ago,
When I closed the door that,
Was threatened to be taken off its hinges,
               One,
                         Last,
                                    Time.

A walk in the park
after dark
the ghosts come out
and the dogs don't bark
scared in the dark
the body lays dead or alive
in the depths of the soul
in the gallows they scream
the dreams don't matter
anymore than a walk in the park
the walk in the park that changed my life

JNL

At one time, for a time
The flowers danced beside me
The fields swayed with the music of our hearts

At one time, for a time
My heart was overflowing
Knowing love would never leave us part

At one time, for a time
There never was a question
Doubt was simply a word we never felt

At one time, for a time
The ugly glistened lovely
For through your eyes the darkness seemed to melt

At one time, for a time
The ladybug would giggle
As it flew in loops around your smile

At one time, for a time
Your love would heal my sadness
Oh to live that one time, for awhile

I am bisexual
don't judge me
because there are many
of us out there
more than the eye can see

Hush up your mind there lazy wanderer.
Can’t you feel the spirit in the breeze?
The streets are quiet and the stars are loud
And ain’t nothin' still burnin' but the red bud trees.
The mayflies are crawlin’ and the sugar baby bees
Are swarmin’ round the amber candied suns.
Peel back your ears to the summertime thunder.
Pillow clouds in the South have all the fun.
Sidewalk says if you ain’t lost you’ve won.
So you can hold that dusty chin up high.
Let the hills hold your breath ’til you you need to sing.
They’re good at keepin’ secrets and they never ask why.
Hush up your mind there lazy wanderer.
Can’t you feel the spirit in the breeze?
The streets are quiet and the stars are loud
And ain't nothin' still burnin' but the red bud trees.