Life is unfair; sometimes the misery we can't bear.
This was a feeling I could never share.
I am strong, strong enough to move on from this pain.
I won't feel the shame; my life is not a game.
Tired of these tears and my fears,
I will cherish my inspirations.
I will find my dream, I promise; that's what I will achieve.
I will find a way to leave.
I'm not who you will deceive.
I believe in miracles; these people laugh like it's hysterical.
I won't fall; I may be lost, but I will be found.
One day I will find the perfect life; life will run beautifully,
I will fly like a butterfly through the night, will have a pleasant sight.
Afraid but I will fight.
No boundaries, free my mind of all the pressure.
Leaving here will be my pleasure.
I want so much to be free; so much I want to see.
I want to reach the sky; I want so badly to fly.
See, I used to be a fool when I let you treat me cruel.
I made a mistake, but I won't let myself break.
Leave me, for God's sake.
So now I kneel down to pray.
For these times of struggle I will just say,
I'll leave in your hands, God. I will let go.

If i could weave the words of love for you on a fabric, the unending stitching of your name will be fluent in the language of my heart's rose is lighted with the devotion of your glance that is ablaze, touch me closer now, oh brooding one of the night, for I am your moon with the healing light.

We all stand beneath the same sun’s glow,
Its light unites us, high and low.
No matter where our worlds may be,
In every heart, equality.

Differences fade in morning’s light,
No need for shadows in our sight.
For under the sun, we’re all the same,
Equal in hope, in love, in name.

Why is peace a dream so far away,
When the sun’s rays could unite our day?
Perhaps our worlds are too far apart,
Burning in different fires of the heart.

But if we look beyond the night,
And see the sun’s eternal light,
We’d realize that all are one,
Beneath the same unending sun.

I see your name on street signs
and on coffee shop menus
in book dedications
price tags at grocery stores
and the credits of films

I see your name in subway ads
graffitied on bathroom walls
on receipts I don’t keep
the backs of cereal boxes
and mail left on counters

I see your name on headstones
in Wifi passwords taped to walls
library cards
wedding invitations
even divorce papers

I see your name scratched into desks
wet cement
faded concert tickets
on every form I fill out
and on every form I don’t

I see your name
in all the wrong places
just letters
cruelly arranged
in public

Is there a name for that ache in
My bones, the demon clawing at my skin?
The books always told me
That knowing the name of that entity
You'd just accidentally
Summoned into your room from Hell
Would make you its master;
But let it know yours
And you'd be gone for
Good. It eats at me
Like moths at silk but surely
That can't be
The cause of the dizzy
Spells, those that feel as though
For a second your mind is no
More, incomplete.
Holes in my memory; what was
I about to say? Oh right, please,
A name for the pain;
Unquantifiable;
Undescribable;
Ungodly.
(Rescue me.)
I would text to tell you that I'm fine
But I fear the devil
Already knows mine.

Give me a name.
Give me a title that I will only hear,
when it drifts from your soft lips.

Don't call me by the simple name I have now.
A name I never wanted,
nor asked for.

I long for the name
that makes you think of sweeter things.
Like sugar.
Like the sun.

I want the name that comes to mind
when I am held in your sight,
or in the back of your thoughts.

Would it be nicer?
Would it be longer or shorter?
Would my new name be simple,
or a mouthful?

Or maybe I don't want a new name at all.
Maybe I just want you to look into my eyes,
and claim me by the name I have now.

I want you to call me by the name you love most.
I pray it's my name.

Many have asked,
What’s in a name?

In the fifth month, five letters became four.
Nothing was wrong with “my” name.
Nothing at all.
Yet it clung to me like a wet cloth.
Poison pours from my father’s lips as he curses it.
Venom echoes down hallways, searing my soul with each syllable.
All because I remind him of her.
Hatred in his eyes,
Fury in his gaze,
He roars the name she gave me with such rage that I learn to hate it.
I promise myself to burn those five letters to a pile of nothing,
Sweep it under a table,
Discard it as he discards me.

I broke my promise.
Tears well up as I ask my lover,
Would one less letter break the world?
His answer pierced me like a soaring star–
Yes, yes, it would.
He won’t call me anyone else.
He loves “i” too much.
So much praise to the extra syllable,
that I grow jealous of the name he worships,
for it is not my name.
I bite my tongue and allow the label to consume me.
As the sun falls, he melts into my ear.
His tongue, laced with sin, purrs a mantra I would otherwise adore.
There is nothing to admire about love lined with lust.
I find no pleasure in the name he whispers to me.
It is not my name.