"People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones"* she said.

"Well" I said
Maybe I don't mind this glass house of mine being shattered, maybe that's the idea.

Maybe I'd prefer to be seen in all my transparency so you can no longer doubt or question me, cause maybe the glass that forms the walls of this cage isn't see through enough for me.

It fogs with the breath left from all those half truths and words I use to give you clues as to Who I am and Who I'm not.
The words that echo back to me creating so near, so far images of the me that I've forgot.

Maybe in that fog you're not the only one that can't see me properly.
I can't see out...looks frosty
I'm cold, yet I can't stand the heat
As this glass refracts light from gazes
Of spectators and haters pointing pointless fingers as they take a seat,
Insulates a rage in me!

"People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones" she said

As if I couldn't take what was about to come.
As if to dismissively say
You're not ready yet
Don't let this cocoon you've
created come undone.
Giving me forewarning
so I could standstill and run.
Look at me!
I stand still but I run!

But Maybe I don't mind being homeless,
Maybe if I'm home less I'll feel home more in myself absent of barriers,
comforts and fears of wealth and worth
So I grit my teeth,
dig my feet into the earth

"People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones" she said

As I hailed the first one at her 
Watched the crack spread
Across her face
Creating lace shapes
And split her head in two
As her image struggled to cling on
With every molton strand of sand
Left to her but she had no time left to seek
as she fell creating a mosaic of shards,
broken glass at my feet

Stepped over them

People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones she said

Well I just did

Cause I helped raise this Glass House in fear

And I will knock down any monument to dictatorship

Let’s sit under this tree
Just you and me
And see what we can
From this piece of land.
Let’s see what is natural
And something others call
Contrived, manufactured
In their pricey lectures
To sell books and CDs
To clueless entities
Sitting on their couch
Ready to loudly grouch
About how poorly they are used
How they are abused
By the way others live;
Always have an opinion to give
Of what others should do
People like me and you
To whom they’re not related
But somehow got delegated
To a pool of the ******
Who they want to see crammed
Into flaming tour buses to hell
When Gabriel’s horn swells
And Jesus himself decides
Where the line divides
Those worthy to be saved
And those others who were brave
And tell the rest to adhere
To the line dividing queers
And the unbaptized sinners
From the rest of the winners
Who once read The Bible.
The rest are held liable
And will be sent to perdition
Due to their position
On The True Religion
Based on ancient renditions
Of fables and fairy tales
Of water wine and hungry whales.
There will be many Arabs in hell
And these folks know **** well
There will be no Mormons going
No Jewish representation showing,
Just good old fashioned Baptists
And maybe a few of the Papists
Certainly not that many
Maybe not any.
As I said, let’s sit and see
What happens to you and me
While we wait patiently
And see in the meantime
How many faithful commit crime
And intolerance in the name of God.
It should be pretty odd.

In debt with knowledge
In debt with sleep
In debt with freedom
To learn, think, speak

Speak out loud
Speak with truth
Speak to me, I'll speak to you

You and I
We can be
Together for ever
In honesty and peace

Peace is power
Power is gold
Gold is something you wouldn't know.

Hi, I'm Sam, i was born on August 13, which makes me a Leo. I learned to swim at 3 and have been drowning since I discovered love.
I like gymnastics, Italian food, and pretending I'm okay,
I hate Isaac Newton, because I don't believe gravity accelerates objects at the same rate; I always seem to fall faster than everyone else... And the ground has become a familiar taste on my tongue.
I've fought with demons and they've left their marks on me.
I love oceans, mountains, heights, probably because I often like reckoning with forces that can easily destroy me.
I have a motion sensor smile, and a false aura of happiness.
I'm envious of my shadow because he never suffers through dark times.
I'm a hopeless romantic that is always too hopeful, and my heart is glass and has shattered in fragments, scattered miles apart, being held on too by the women who used the word "always" but didn't understand what that means, they hold on to them the way a scared child hangs on to a branch before they fall out of a tree
My biggest fear is being alone, probably because I don't find myself worthy of my own love
I don't care about myself as much as I should, because I believe there is no reason to fix equipment that's out of date
I have been gifted with luxuries many suffer without and selfishly take them without second thought, like a man who thinks his gold doesn't shine bright enough
I am a prisoner in my own mind, I can never seem to escape in fact it only gets worse you see, depression has sized control of my mind the way Katrina dominated New Orleans, memories are the scars that are permanently inflicted, the wardens that ruthlessly hold me captive in my own living hell
I believe in God but not in an ordinary way, I believe God does not actively watch over us, but makes us what we are, and how we are to affect eachother
Depression actively fluctuates in and out of my life like a high and low tide trying to flow blood out of my skin
I see myself as a work of art that was given up on, maybe could be great, but my artist decided it wasn't worth the time
I find myself often wishing I was made for more than I am
Hi, I'm Sam, I'm a poet, I write about things I am too weak to face, I'm not happy and I've been given up on, but my heart is still beating, and as long as it's going, I'll keep moving forward and see how far I can get until I drop off the earth, and I'm spoken about in a low whisper, until i'm eventually forgotten about completely.

Loving another man is not that easy.
So much depends on who you choose.
If a guy feels he really doesn’t need you
You find you’re on a rocky path to lose.
If he’s a man with some excuses
That let him run away and hide
You’ll find out the many uses
He can think up to play outside.

Words like ‘straight acting’ and ‘manly’
Might be what your guy is all about?
He might be into surface acceptance.
You owe it to yourself to find out.
Or maybe he doesn’t even really believe
That sleeping with men makes him gay.
The only person that gets really hurt here
Is he who hopes he wakes up someday.

There must be something behind it all.
So many people go by a guy’s looks.
Just look for the cutest one and you
Will wind up in the history books.
You will have become notorious for
Being the biggest patsy of them all.
The cuter the guy, the higher you go
And the further you will have to fall.

In years to come the jokes will tire
And the first love thing will fade away.
You’ll need something more than looks
To even listen to the words he’ll say.
People will understand why you chose
To be with him when it all starts out.
But, after first glimpses have gone away
They will wonder what it was all about.

What does he believe in, what gods?
What does he want in life, what dreams?
You may not care about the envy of friends
If all you can manage to do is to scream.
It is totally possible to go to bed with a ten
And wake up with a six or maybe a seven.
If superficiality and meaningless ***
Works for you, it may think it is heaven.

The facts are there, if thought is given,
The truth is what must always be there.
If you live a lie or help someone else to
You’ll probably end up in a life of despair.
Your friends will feel sorry, but really what
Can they do to help you in your condition?
In order for someone like him to hurt you,
You had to have given him permission.

In a dark place
where everything use to feel so perfect

Lips are Silenced
where words held meaning and use to be spoken

Two of us we gathered
where the world may have thought we could've been broken

but ......

here's where deception came
and disappointed the both of us.

Forgiveness was given
Promises were in order
Until they became broken again

How could I trust thee untruthful
or look in the eye of someone who cant look into mine (Thee Cowardly)

My mental thought of you as mine everything but NOTHING'S TAKEN for one day you won't just see you shall understand what this could have been

It wasn't worth it,
everything we went through just to be together,
those Four Months of Hell.
Your previous lovers, your precious ogling fangirls, our difficult, busy schedules.
All those obstacles and yet we still tried.
For what?
For this?
This ****** excuse of a relationship?
I'm sorry for the brutal honesty,
but honestly? I'm glad we're through.
'Cause me and you might work on paper,
but reality's a different story.

They told of a place where streets didn't collide
They spoke of a town where visions compromised
Beyond the outskirts
Beyond my taste
It's places like this
That give me reasons to roam
It's times like then I don't wanna go home