Sometimes
I look at couples

with their perfect families

               holding tight to a
kaleidoscope
          of joy

and I wonder
why everything I see

is so black and white

        and I wish
someone could show me
a glimpse
                  of color that doesn't fade

I was clay
My teacher
Moulded me
And therefore
I am something
To be proud of myself!

Looking through photographs of me throughout the past,
How I grew,
How I changed into the man I wished to be,
But at a sudden spike,
You look into my eyes,
And they look as hollow as can be.
Ever since that day,
My eyes lack blue and give off grey.
The red, the blue, and all other hues,
Have faded.
The world is black and white.
And the hardest times are at night.
Those are the nights im urged to drink,
So I don't think.
Thoughts of anything but you,
But you're all the my mine think about,
And every hope, is shaded by doubt.
Addiction is not just for substance,
It is also for emotion,
And intoxication,
While intoxicated by the *****,
Nothing is more intoxicating than you.
I glance around the fuzzy room,
And put on a cover,
A costume,
A plastic smile...
A true smile,
Well, that's been dead for awhile.

Windows with no holes in the screens.
Countertops & tables surfaces that are clean.
Sinks with no ***** dishes.
My own bedroom & refrigerator to put whatever we wishes.
Our own closet with a security deposit.
Without dust or mold.
No cobwebs clinging in the heatless cold.
An oven that works with a toilet that flushes.
With maintenance that rushes.
A fridge that don't leak.
A bed that don't creak.
A household that is organized, clean, & neat.
Trash taken out daily & never overflowing.
Spacious & roomy with people adoring.
Without mold, stench nats, or ants.
Nothing to complain about rave or rant.
To be able to have a friend over.
To have a clean bath tub for my body to get washed.
To be in charge & be my own boss.
Head if the house with my own address.

A moment to savor that froze.
No foul stench up my nose.

love
love is a fire
i keep my hand in the flame
while it licks my fingers

i enjoy the pain
even while i burn

not even the dirt can douse it
rather
it feeds the animal and lets it go higher

love is not cage rather like the sand.
slipping through my fingers
as i clutch it harder

Falling from the sky
Shattering
Scattering
Burst of Sparks here
Slight pop there
Raindrops under streetlight

No matter how many papers we write, protest we have, and laws we pass, we will be surrounded by Hatred. Hatred isn't just a emotion you feel. It's in everything we do and say. It's the voice telling you who ur suppose to be. It's society defining u in numbers. Hatred is this world. It doesn't make sense to me becuz we're created to be an individual standard, yet we're always trying to fit into a standard. But out of all the never ending hatred, inequality, unfairness and agony, only u can define yourself. You have a short amount of time on this earth. Be the change you wish to see