When I asked for answers
He answered in a riddle:

If life is black and white
How do you fly a grey kite?

Its funny to see
how many hearts
I can get when
I heart your poem
and when I don't

what brings you here?
my venting?
my half-assed art?
or is it when I
satisfy you with a
click of a mouse?

don't deny
that warm
comfort
of strangers
appreciation

true or false
you still grin

I need music to make me cry
And TV to make me numb
I need men to make me smile
And teachers to make me dumb

I need books to escape
I need food to fill the hole
I need silence to keep me sane
And rain to heal the soul

I need money to keep me vain
I need hope to play the game
I need people for the pain

Why do I need me ?
What will I gain?

Her heart is hers
But her hand was mine
In that stolen moment
We became intertwined

Every chance we could find
I found her skin and she found mine

Breathing steady
The pace never changed
We just loved
Like it was natural
To steal a moment
Where her heart was hers
But her touch was mine

I know she thinks of another
I know it's not only in one
She has found one of a kind

But for a night her love was mine
And my love was hers
In every touch
In every breath
In every glance
We dared to take

I know her heart is hers
I don't expect it to be mine
I have my own
With stolen moments
To keep it beating and alive

I say to you
What I cannot say to
Him

fifties music
and
Spanish homework
what a combination
time is ticking
and its all quite
an invitation
for my terminal
disease
procrastination
learning is intriguing
but I can hear my friends
calling me
it wont stop ringing !
Saturday afternoons
wanting to go and do
normal teen things
instead I do an overflowing
amount of useless ****
they don't teach me anything
give me a packet for every class
while you play pacman at you desk
wishing you had your adolescence back
sipping nasty black coffee
while we copy each others papers
confusion and boredom
pains us endlessly
will somebody in this *******
nation stand up for our education
and end my selfish procrastination?!

I am
The night
Deceiving
and mysterious
A comfort to those
Who are comfortably
Delirious

I am
A flower
Who bathes in rain
And dances in the sun
Oblivious to
pain

I am
An animal
That should not be
Contained
Something
Wild and free
Never to be
tamed

I am
A woman
Strong and proud
But still just a single
Voice
In a bustling
Crowd

I am
A soul
Wrapped up in
Skin
Fleeing my body
And all of its
Sins

Let the rain come
Let the tears begin
Because I want it all
And will get through it
As long as in the end
I have you