Remember this nothing that you write from the heart is ugly.
Because whether you know Christ or not, he still can use your poetry.
To help bring healing to others, to reveal himself and to show others.
That they are not alone in this here world that we each live in here.
So trust me what you are writing may end up healing another here.
So whatever you do please keep writing out your sufferings and pain.
So that you may help someone to become healed through that poem.
Because isn't that the purpose why you are writing in the first place.
To help others to know that they are not alone in their struggles here.

To the guy who called me ugly as I passed him in the street.
Thank you.

Thank you for proving my anxieties right,
Thank you for reminding me why I hate going out,
Thank you for pushing me 100m back in my 1000m race to self confidence,
Thank you for putting out the tiny spark I'd gained in my eye,
Thank you for reminding me that everyone lies,
Thank you for making me doubt the mirror all over again,
Thank you for quickly undoing all the hard work I've been putting in,
Thank you for being the only ******* comment I'll remember,

Thank you.
****.

.                 We live in a world
              were ugly is beautiful
                             and
                   beautiful is ugly.

                We really are living
              In a parallel universe.

I carelessly dove into the sea
where the depth feels like home to me
but I swim too deep, I was drowning
until everything about me is changing

rehab
taught me how to think differently
it
didn't
teach me to think critically
only
poured on
new
dogma
better than the old dogma
but still dogma
is there such a thing as GOOD dogma?

From womb to tomb
Our lives are not our own
Fabricated to secure
One cannot rebut
Limitless threads
The scheduler strums
With our every pain, joy,
kindness or crime
They birth our futures
Make sure we have rhyme

two bodies lay there
on the couch
in the house
cold and empty
though rather lovely

they lay very close
intimate and serene
exposed but comfortable
in a nice sort of silence
only experienced once before

a single phrase rang out
in the mind of one
for the other
"i love you"

a curious thought
amongst a careful affection
now preserved for later use
for the other
or another
whenever it might be true

once again, I threw myself to hell
faking every curve of smile on my lips
just to get other guy placed his hand on my hips
just kiss me tonight, do what he'd does
disinfect me from the lies he whispered
about how deep he was in love with me
make my body forget the way it yearns
for his touch everytime I undress myself
love me, love me more, and I promise
I'd say I love you and stay forever