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Alone. Always.That empty corner you left
where your belongings once rested
your scent filled the air
and I felt happy.
Now it's gone.
Now it's back to the way it was before.
I never complained about it.
It was never in my way.
But now it's the same.
The same as it once was.
Without your junk scattered around it.
Without your scent around it.
Without your personal touch to my room.
Now it's just a corner.
An empty corner filled with memories.
I sit here crying
Feeling more alone than ever.
I'd coped with the loneliness before.
Talking to you every day.
Then you came to see me.
Then you got to know me and how I am.
And even without touching, it was nice to have someone close to me at night
when at my loneliest.
I miss you.
It's been ten minutes but oh how I miss you.
I've never grown so attached to someone within a week span.
You don't know how much you mean to me.
In Memoriam- for BusterFriday, March 4th, 2011
I remember the day well...
"Brandon.. wake up BB." my mother said, shaking me lightly, waking me from my slumber with a rather somber expression on her face. I rubbed my eyes and turned on my side, my eyes still closed but my mind waking itself.
"Brandon... Buster died last night." She said unexpectedly.
"Wait.. what?" I asked, not absorbing it immediately. She continued.
"Yeah. We came home last night and found him collapsed on the ground with blood around his mouth. We rushed him to the closest vet and they looked at him. We were going to leave him there and then take him to our vet at 7:30.. But at 3 or 4, he let out a groan and had a seizure and passed... Now get up and get ready for school." she finished and got up, patting my leg and walking out of the room. I didn't get it. Was this a joke? She hadn't seemed very upset.
Regardless, I got up and took my shower and went into the kitchen and noticed his food bowls were gone. I winced as I thought abo
MotherhoodPain and suffering, bed to wake
does the growing life form make.
Hormones rush and you feel fat
But there isn't a thing you can do about that.
The deed is done and inside it grows
until the day the sunshine shows.
Your baby is here rejoice be glad
even though they make you mad.
The kicking, screaming, hollering and fits
Drive you to the end of your wits.
They are the center and you have the blues
As you experience the Terrible Two's.
Time does pass and you love him more
Ever thankful it was him you bore.
This child has turned your life around
nurturing parenthood you have found.
Keep him young while you can
For soon he'll grow into a man.
Years do pass, none too slow
as you watch your baby grow.
He's taller than you and growing hair
And sometimes not fully there.
Your heart breaks as you fight a lot
This... you child definitely is not.
He grows farther and father apart from you,
leaving you alone and your husband too.
Moving out and never calling
I see you sleeping peacefully
-so quiet and serene.
The only time you seem at peace
is when you dream.
So dream on, my love,
let not yourself be stirred,
For it is you finally at rest
that is highly preferred.
Let no stress bother,
let nothing you awake
dream on peacefully
let steady your breath make.
Escape from your uneasy life
and find tranquility
let your eyes stay closed throughout the night
and let yourself be free.
No tear-stained cheeks, no troubled heart
find peace within your soul.
Throw your troubles all out now
and let yourself be whole.
Break This Spell
What is it you're doing?
What the Hell have you done?
I can't stand this spell I can't overcome.
I can eat, I can breathe, but I can't find a cure
This raging feeling within, so pure.
The endless hugs should be enough
I love how you give them- both gentle and rough.
I'm over reacting more than the norm.
it constantly feels like the calm before the storm.
I'm only human, never stated with what I have.
I want you by my side, to hold and to laugh.
It's like a hole being torn in my chest,
as cliché as it may seem,
though I can't even stop to rest,
for you invade my every dream.
When I close my eyes, in the darkness,
I see your dazzling smile.
My future happiness within you lies.
My wait will be longer than just a while...
Ever since we've met, I knew we'd be close
just closer, I constantly pray.
I feel nothing but complete morose
Sometimes I feel ready to waste away.
You told me once, you don't date men
for fear they'd break you and leave you alone
That they'd break your heart twist i
What the Hell is Love??
My heart, it aches,
it cries out in desparation.
Can it love?
Does it love?
If not love,
then what is this feeling
that twists me
that pains me
that hurts like no physical pain can?
If not love, then what is this feeling
that makes me feel happy?
That makes me feel miserable?
Each time a song of love
passses through my ears
I become torn.
Even my writing,
as I speak to you now,
makes no sense.
Such is the pain I feel
Such is the happiness I feel
Such is the confusion I feel.
What is love?
A demon that hides behind happiness?
An angel that is sent from Heaven?
Or can love be the very person
you feel for
safely in the depth of you mind,
in your heart?
I cannot say.
It is not my place.
This place in my heart,
is it filled
with the person I think I love?
Or is it burdened
with the longing to love someone
or to feel love
in the depths of my soul,
In the folds of my heart?
I sit here
and tears leak from my eyes
as I write this.
I feel hurt
Out over the horizon, clouds rolling in.
The time for Storm has come again.
Darkened clouds, the day transforms.
The darkness comes as the lightening forms.
The wind, it blows clouds that banish mirth
as the rain falls and touches the earth.
A figure stands, still as stone,
a gentle soul but still alone.
His soul is one with the storm at hand
He calls his friend upon the land.
The thunder rolls, the lightening strikes,
the light arcs out like poisoned spikes.
The rain nurtures the earth below
The lightening is swift and sure as an arrow.
Thunder scares the little ones,
as it sounds of several falling bastions.
The gentle rumble, the draft at night,
The constant, effective, flashing light,
The fall of the rain upon the roof,
All of these calming sounds aloof
Help to rock minds to rest.
With calming dreams abreast.
It storms through the day, into the night
The sun above is below, no longer bright.
The rain still falls, now say good-bye
as they fall asleep to their lullaby.
Last year, we met.
I've never met anyone like you.
We became friends quickly.
And although we had some difficulties,
we still pulled through.
Over the Summer,
you moved away,
to seldom return.
This move strengthened our bond.
It made me realize how much I miss you.
God above, how I miss you,
and wish you were here for me to love.
When you returned to this town,
the town where we first met,
I heard your crying as I embraced you.
Oh god, it was good to see you again.
We didn't talk long,
but it was still comforting to know
that you were beside me.
Then, later on,
after all the sappy stuff was done with,
I re-experienced the reason I missed you so.
All I could think about is what I would do
when you left again.
But then, you gave me something;
two bracelets, black and white
to remember you by.
I don't think you realize what that meant to me.
You had given me something physical to remember you by.
Something I could hold to my heart when I missed you.
And as I realize how soon you are to le
Her Death is our doing
She is dead....
The one that gives and takes...
Go and tell all
that She lives no longer..
For we have killed her.
It was a brutal murder.
-The murder of Mother Nature
She would have ruled
until the End of Time
But we have slain her.
She was beautiful,
Peaceful and serene.
We have destroyed her
and taken her beauty.
as Human Kind,
the Giver of Life.
Father of All
for we have killed
the protector of Earth.
You gave her to us
We have taken her life.
She ruled over All
She gave the Earth
Deliever the message
the grevious news
the depressing truth
Reveal to everyone
the sad occurance.
We have killed
The Earth loses its warmth,
A cold feeling envelops all
The warm bosom of Mother Nature
has been taken
by our own hand.
Yet, we feel no grief.
LabelsWill labels make me any different than i am?...
Will wearing rainbow stripes make me GAY?
Will wearing black and white make me STRAIGHT?
Will wearing black and pink make me EMO?
Will trying to find the one make me a WHORE?
Will having long bangs make me a POSER?
Will my brains make me a GEEK?
Will trying to fit in make me a LOSER?
Will drugs and alcohol make me COOL?
Will trying to stand out make me DESPERATE for ATTENTION?
Will doing something my way make me WRONG?
Will being myself make you HATE ME?
Out of the ClosetWe were just talking. You know, talking. And he was saying how they all fit into their own little niches at school. Him and his brothers, that is.
So he goes:
"Yeah. Eddie was a jock that slept around. A lot. And Veronica was the school slut."
I nodded sympathetically. We had just been talking about cleavage, after all.
Then he kept going. About how Mathew was the druggy and Joey is the outcast and Sonny is the smart kid that does good in math.
That was when I'd realised that he'd left himself out of this little equation.
"What does that leave for you?" I asked.
He glanced around. It was then that I realised we were alone. He looks at me and says, very quietly:
The Queer Cheer
Our Rainbow flag is flyin'
There ain't no denyin'
So listen up
As we cheer
And back way up!
All those that fear!
We have a cause
we're fighting for
Haters be damned
We're gonna soar!
Listen up as We cheer!
This is cause for celebration!
Our time, We know, is near!
Our kind will grow throughout the nation!
So listen well to our words!
We will NOT be brushed aside!
You treat us wrong, so hear us right!
We're filled to the top with Gay Pride!!!
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