Like the sun i blaze
like the moon i reflect
like the stars i shine
like a cut i bleed
like glass i break
like glue i hold together
like a heart i beat
like life i die

It's OK not to be inspired.
You can look at a sunset
Without seeing the colours as smudges of chalk
On the divine, stretched-out canvas of sky.
And you don't have to write everything down,
Because not everything has to be permanent.
Some things only last for as long as you remember them,
And it doesn't make them any less special
Just because they weren't written down or spoken life into.
Existing is art, and creating something
That no-one ever gets to hear is still art.
You're a poet even when you're not rushing to your notebook
Before the words fall through your fingers, slippery with desperation,
Motivation, inspiration for the next poem.
So slow down, because if you forget your masterpiece
Because you were enjoying a careless moment of misplaced inspiration,
Who cares? Even if no-one saw it, you know you created an awesome poem.

You don’t put on makeup you are a boy. You don’t wear high heels you are a boy. You can’t walk like that you are boy. Take off that nail polish, that is for girls. Go out for football, or soccer, or baseball or something. You need to do something manly. If you don’t do anything manly then what are you doing here. If i catch you putting on makeup again, then you are gone, you are out of this house, i will not have a gay son in my house. What made you decide to be this way, i have always taught you the way of being a man, don’t stand a certain way. Go out with a girl i have never seen you with a girlfriend. When you get a wife you will respect her, treat her with kindness. What if i want a boyfriend? Then you are no son of mine. you will not get your hair dyed. You will not be a ****** under my roof, your mom allowed that stuff to go on, not me i will not stand for this. You either straighten up and find a girlfriend or you will be put on the street, with no one to care for you, no one to help you, or until you come to your senses and come crawling back to ask for my forgiveness. I will never forgive you. I will never come crawling back like a dog begging for food. I am who i am if you can’t accept that than you are no father. I will not sit here and let you drag me down, downgrade me to nothing, and tell me how to live my life. Telling me i have to do sports, telling me i have to love a girl to be a  guy. Telling me that i am not your son if i don’t stand a certain way or walk with a little swag or manly walk. I am still a man if i love another man. I am still a man if i wear lipstick or lipgloss. I am still a man if i am in touch with my feminine side. I am still a man if i try on my mother’s clothes because i miss her and hate her for leaving me with a homophobic, pathetic excuse for a father. I am me and if you want to throw me out, then throw me out, just know i will not be alone because unlike you i have friends that support and love who i am. I have friends that will care for me and will not let me rot on the side of the street. ARE YOU A BOY! Society wants you to stray in the shadow of a man. They do not want you to be your own person, they despise that. Now i’m not saying all of society is like this, but there is still part of society that is like this. Do not be the person society wants you to be, do not be the equivalent of the man they want you to be. Be yourself, be your own man, be you.

What is the world?
Why are we here?
Questions unanswered
Things untold
Time standing still
Life draining slowly
Hearts breaking into eternity
Love killing more than the war
Salvation is scarce
Hate is predominant

Life's a bore
but i don't really know what's in store
Love is overrated
but doesn't mean i can't try it
The world is hurt
but we care as much as we care for a tie dyed shirt
My house is big
but i look like a fallen tree twig
The fire is burning
but i feel nothing
School used to be fun
until a kid came in there with a gun
The teachers were great
but who knew i would be *****
My friends are fake
so i baked them a fake cake
Life's a bore
But what am i complaining for?