Forget his ******* eye color
The February slush
Is far from memorable
I hate loving mush

Can you not see mine
They're filled with the rush
Of never ending
Strong love which is lush

How do you perceive?
Those soft greens must gush
Blinding blood as you
Love him; make me shush

He is trapped within
A gruesome ugly shell
That hides his inner
Beauty; makes life hell

She is concealing
Inside a sleek skin
It’s too small and hides
Brains; she is worn thin

When she breathes in
Her ******* rise slow
As do my eyes
To catch a sight
When I breathe sin

Afar; roses are sweet
Moist, pink, pleasant, their insides
Decay, no one sees

He had a shine
You had unseen
Brilliance

He complimented my glow
You set our image
Aflame

I want to burn the city with you
You want the world’s
Approval

Pretty pink rose bush
Looks so nice from a distance
Up close is rotted

Normality

Is how he stays
Awake and warm
Coated in the
Sticky sweat and
Grimed residue

From thoughts of you
The touch he craves
He can picture and
Violate your
Pure young image

Immorally

Is how my mind
Stays plagued with
A cloud of love
Wispy and soft
Adoration

From thoughts of you
Attentions craved
I can’t wish for
One **** handhold
It is a sin

Perhaps this is

Insanity

My words wet; careless


But infused with love


To be soaked inside


Your parched, tender heart


Rejuvenate you

Why if you could see
The day’s bright blueberry skies
It’s like your blind eyes

My thumbs begin
To brush her skin

In loving care
Soft attention

Then she starts to
Burn up and cry

Insanity

There are girls
Of all shapes
And colors

When they fall
It’s for me
Down the stairs

She does not realize
But she is crashing and near
Burning all away

The teenage heart
Is a stress ball

Rubbery and
Indestructible

It bounces back
From everything

Till one day
The slightest tear

It rips apart at the seams

Look at you
With your
Masculine charm
Strong jaw
Lined with stubble

Look at me
With my
Feminine sides
Soft smile
With one dimple

You love me
I love
A woman
But you
Do so fearlessly

Golden boy

On ivory stone
He has the women
Makes them moan

I am cursed to be alone

takes
your hands
rough and ******
in one fatal swoop
melts the iron around them
as she has done many times before

Love is not pure
Not in any form

In order to
Keep my canvas

Unsoiled of these
Unwholesome blots

I am lonely
Clean; yet unseen

Organs twist and

Struggle uncomfortably

As guilt passes through you

My mind turns
In perfect rounds

Of thoughts that
Revolve you

Like ugly
Polluted

Planet Earth
Follows one

Beautiful
Golden sun

Growing cold behind
My mouth are words I can say
But do not for you

I am a human being

Love thrives in my chest

Fresh faced, new, blissfully unaware

Or as some would say


Ignorant


Until all the bigots see

With their blind eye's view

They are traumatized to realize

That my love will be


Her's

I try to grasp

That beautiful girl’s hand

Before she flies away


Inspiration!


I cry out loudly

The warmth in mind

Already starting to fade


Gone?

Lips

Peculiar

Yours?

Vanilla

Sharp

Blades

Am I dying?

Regard
Gaze and contemplate
My milk skin

Ashen
Disrupted only
By my scars

Others
They gawk and ogle
Yours on mine

Ebon
Smooth and oh so dark
When near white

Color?
I’d go blind before
Seeing love

As black and white

Pond water life
So dark; so dim
With muddy rings
Of exhaustion

Glossed over blues
Hardly ripple
With signs of life
Or emotion

Dipping inside
The sluggish pool
Her body; now ****
Stirs the surface

Reawakens

I just like to think

That years

Years from this point

(Not to confused with

Years ago)

From now when my skin

Has come to change

And wrinkles around

My eyes

That I will have found

The girl I am meant

To love.

I will be content to know

That the love seeking time

(The time I take to worry

and tap my teeth

in nervousness)

Is over

And that’s just that.

I will have started something new with you.

Hundreds of homes sit
Cookie cutter produced

With manicured red rose bushes
And fences painted by immigrants

The suburban white breads
Flock to these copycat communities

Eager to fit in with their pale skinned
Blue eyes babies and mother-father pair

It’s all pleasant and just a bit
Creepy; the lack of contrast

How are we to manage happiness
With such tasteless lives?

-x-

I’d like to take a hammer
To these mass produced homes

And hack their roses to mush or
Kick their fences to splinters

To make a **** original piece
No matter how bizarre or damaged

So that our skin color, our ***, would be
The last thing to be seen as ‘weird’

Maybe then we’ll be content with the contrast
In a home that just breathes our presence

Even if we’re out and about; living
No part of us, even our home, will conform

To the standards of society

It’s as if I miss you
enough to put a hole

In the mid of my chest

I could do it myself
With a knife or a gun

But this aching I feel

Apparently it’s a
Natural reaction

Some ****** thing called love…

They had an affair
A summer romp
In the sticky warm nights

Secrets, some deep
And some random
Were whispered to the other

“I hate my body”
“My favorite color is pink”
Oh; the variety

Imagine one’s surprise
When the other turned up
Months after their fling

With twenty pounds lost
And her hair dyed
Cotton candy pink

It’s interesting how the
Shyer crowds manage
To communicate with each other

A silent eye conversation
Of pure flirtation
All the extroverts oblivious

A trail of fingers across warm skin
The teacher snaps at a popular pair playing footsie
And the two continue their game

The sneaky *******
Were never suspected, until!
One turned up with a love bruise

*Gasp!

Masculinity
From musky golden cologne
That lets me pretend

She kept all her emotions
Monitored by a rather
Peculiar body part
Her eyebrows

They were
The distinct way
She used to communicate
I learned to read her impeccably

A sudden shift; low drop
Of dark blonde brows
Was displeasure and
Soon brooding

A quirk
Or amused twitch
Meant she liked whatever
Ridiculous pickup line I’d used

Those golden ridges became my
Guide to a mystery
I always tried
To solve

I watched the sneer
Curl up like a crinkling leaf

Into the shiny red
Of those shapely lips

They were like roses
Soft, damp and thick

Or cranberry stains
Sweet and lingering

(I could never tell which)
All I knew was

They were always
My favorite

Fashion your figure
Carve each feature to a new
Disguise; another lie

Hey, did you hear yet?
About that sweet girl that died?
Cruelty killed her

Shush

It’s not a blade
On your skin amore
It’s God whispering comfort

Blood or tears trickling?
That’s just God’s tears
Giving you a blessing

They are rather rare
So please be quiet
Shut your eyes awhile

As I fix you

How strange it has been

To crave the touch of
Rougher souls; these different grips

I am so used to

A desire for the female
Touch, taste, mind and body

Experiencing a male and all
His quirks and customs is

Interesting

Erase my whole history
Forego what I’ve

Touched
Tasted
Smelled
Seen
Heard


I’ll change my name
To Charlie Parker

To
Be
A
New
Girl

The foreign feel

This cool plastic

Pressed to rough

Skinny artist’s fingers

A gentle pressure

Spills inked expressions

Cursive scrawl confessions

I submit myself

To this oddity

Relearning how to

Embrace myself again

Scalp is shielded and shoulders are blocked
By a hideous river of ****** locks

Murky eyes are shot and marred with
Darkly colored crescents and dots

Lips are chapped and gnawed
In the midst of releasing fumes from skin that’s raw

Is she cool enough for you now?

My inspiration
Acts a fickle fickle ***
Woe is me; return

Stop!

She screamed;
Curling blood coated
Fingers into tightened fists

How is it that you can smile?
I’ve given you a thousand reasons to cry

But

She replied
Lips gnawed raw
As they shaped words

If I can just forget you and see the rest of the world
I have a million reasons to smile

My poetic, ever vital *****
The loving heart

Was born with a deformity
It is crippled

For it only ever beats
Muted rhythmic thumps

It pumps blood and oxygen
But not love

And unfortunately my brain cannot
Produce such feelings

Nor steer my life as
Love might do

So I live; ever crippled
By odd deformity

I love to brood and live
In obscure gloom

She cuts it all away
The shadows I hide in

It's refreshing really
To see the days again

But it’s been so long
These lights burn

Dear fairy tale movie industry,
Please fulfill my childhood dreams
And make a gay princess
Sincerely, we don’t all want a prince charming

I’m not much like him

You’ll find that if

You’re a lover of
Rough romance that bruises the skin
And arrogance

I won’t be able to satisfy you

But if perhaps you

Could consider a gentler love
A warm caress that will
Buzz and whisper on your skin

I could suit your needs

A chance?

A man once remarked to me
That romance was not about
Finding the one special human being
Whose personality suited your own perfectly

But was instead was more about

Finding that one in the crowd
Whose particular brand of pure insanity
And other various quirks and oddities
Fit perfectly in place with your own

Real love

Life is split by our only purities
Black and white; hate and love

But which were you?

You started out as gray; so I screamed and smeared you black
It was easier to darken something than make it lighter

But which were you?

Perhaps you were pale enough for me to have lied
I could have just blurred my eyes and made you white

But which were you?

You made my world rotten; gray
Some parts dried white and others soaked in black

But which were you?

You’ve been gray since forever
And you’ve grayed my senses