The AccidentNine months priorTo a day of glee,Were times of funFollowed by moodsOf a sudden dreadAt sixteen, an accidentTends to wonder some...Were there abortionsBefore this born child?Was there a spark of ideaFor another conception?On other courses,How would things beIf there were only two,Left to be just oneTo ever raise so?Yet, overall the thoughtIs the one that asks "Why?"Why would the impossibleEver occur to a pair of two,And so be that they raiseAn accident meant to be...Sixteen years laterAfter a day of glee,There's been funAs well as timesOf sudden dreadsI can't help but wonderIf there is a reasonFor accidents like me...Are we meant for this world,A necessity?Or have we been conceptedAs a challengeTo two who had the impossible?
If I'm A Poet,If I'm a poet,Then where's this changeI've been writing for?My persuasion isn't ignored,...Is it?If I'm a poet,Then what about inspiration?How many people have forgottenThe impacts they felt in secondsAfter coursing my words through?If I'm a poet,Then why am I still writing?Why am I questioning waysThat bring me to the title?If I'm a poet,A true poet,Then am I missing something?If I'm a poet,If I'm a poet who wants a legacy,That one who claims to writeFor others, for inspiration -Then I am missing something.If I'm poet,Then the change I write ofShould be happening around me.If I'm a poet,There's differences I need to makeIn the world that surrounds me.If I'm a poet,I shall find those who sayThat they needed my words.If I'm a poet,Then I will be sure that theyHave actually had an impact.If I'm a poetI musn't be now,For most of my wordsAre without action.
Define: LoveLove is of no matterTo the age you are now,For love is something differentThan anything you could yet knowLove is not just a connection,And love does not last forever -You will fall into lust with someone,And you will say that you love them,But that is meaningless in truthLove is this chemical reactionOccurring within our brains,And it defines our attractionsTo the bodies so youngThat could meet our needsLove is something that beginsThis relationship with a best friend,And it you won't sense it forever -There will come a time, you lose the lustAnd someday your emotions will fallLove is being able to withstand the otherFor as the years until death be your day,And it's telling your other every thoughtWithout a care in the world for consequenceLove is the emotion that coincidesWith the lust y
Pride in Love-- HomosexualRed for the roseThat's held in the handOf one man and one womanOrange for the shineThat glowed in their eyesAs they gave itYellow for the sunThat shined so brightIn a blitz of happinessGreen for the guysWhose embrace lastedFor what felt like foreverBlue for the ladiesThat watched the cloudsAs they lie hand in handPurple for the mixOf the women who love womenAnd the men who love men-- BisexualPink for the girlWho knew she loved boysUntil she found her girlBlue for the boyWho knew he loved girlsUntil he found his boyPurple for bothWho know who they loveWithout shred of confusion-- PansexualPink for the girlsWho love the binary,The shes and hesBlue for the boysIn love with binary,The hes and shesGold for the allKnowing love beyondJust the binary-- Transsexual Blue in fade for thoseWho wish for differenceIn the next explained,Pink in fade for thoseWho want the differentIn the previous explained,
Shades of Red Twas a night of screams aimed for the heavens to send a savior that would bring them through. Whilst this occurrence came, laughter erupted like the volcano of blood that now washed across the carpet. In this happening, the corner of the chamber held a little girl whose smile was so innocently merry. One would have guessed she shut her mind down in denial, but the right mind would see her glee as she drug her hand across such drenched carpet. Inside thoughts so young was the happiness that her little bedroom now held the rich color of red she had already dreamed and asked for. In celebration that evening, the little girl of five sat at her tea table of a dry brown. With her, were her comrades she called "friends". Mommy and daddy could never see her friends - they saw them as well as they understood their daughter's love for the shades of red. But now, they had fulfilled her a dream. And so they dined, the children did, with teacups in hand as they drank
AbusiveIt was the belt,That made her scream -The vinegar,That made her tears -The abuse,That made her run ~Be free angel,You're loved now.
Why Not Us Both?Two sisters in a bunkWho didn't know lifeWithout each other.So how was the little girl,Who woke up alone,Expected to reactLeft with onlyHalf a soul?Momma told meShe was dead,Daddy told meShe was in the hospital.I lied in her bunk,Afraid to be so high,But more frightenedOf never seeing her again.I no longer mindThose lies,But the truthWould have been nice.My sister was a strangerBecause she wasn'tThe daughter of my mother.Why not me,Why not us both?
PosessionSpeaker of thoughtsLying in the shadowsWhilst rose in my handA blade of dripping bloodFrom a lover's bodyThis dagger rises to dryBetween the bones of my ribsLaugh he shall, it boomsMy best friend the shadowRising up behind our backs