leash.I am a homosexual with three pet dogs.
One came home with my mom from work;
the front leg already broken and amputated.
A mystery shih-tzu, large for her breed,
now hops through my house many years later
arthritis, cataracts, and rotten teeth.
She may never die, may she never die;
her crooked spine and visible ribs
may make her whine and snore,
but every guest loves her novelty.
The next is mine, a beagle from
a large puppy mill, who did not know
grass, ceiling fans, or people.
She craves love almost as much as food.
Spayed too soon she filled out fatter
than her hips could always move.
She cannot jump into my high bed.
She is soft and my hands will pet at her
as she trembles to lick my skin.
She is patient and kind, but steals
socks and the other dogs' food;
What favorites for good behavior often do.
The last followed me home on a sweaty summer hike.
Her breed was unknown, exotic and new to me
with shining black fur and golden eyes blinking.
I closed my front door on her that d
O Dan Rot.Dan Rot, a manO Dan Rot.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of considerable comic timing
who came on rackety wings around the globe
in thirty days or so,
visiting once again with a night on his heels
copping feels on innocent ladies pillowed in bathtubs,
i was black like night
and i was ringed in rainfall
i was so glorious
a spiraling psyche led me to one thing
and this town never could have contained me
a spinning science to my insanity
bends in the system and curves of the power lines
a beauty to plywood and splinter breaks that cannot be defined
bends in the path, a northward slide
strand you in a parking lot
i was vicious and viscous
and i was perfect
as i die i know you have too
as i fade over snapped trees
all is quiet and all is dead
and i curved away.
Ms. Civit, a woman
of considerable jazz influence
who culled in her snatch fifty thousand
squirming little nothings
ravished by the callous allure of Mr. Rot
(who raped her mercilessly,)
on the ground on the ground and the fever is rising
upside down min
Being Gay: Sin or Burden?My life is torn between heart and mind;Being Gay: Sin or Burden?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do I really sin with every blink of my eye?
I wondered if my sexuality counted
Towards my sins left in a heaping mountain.
So I closed my eyes to block out my life
To see past this world of evil and strife:
I imagined myself in a world without sin
Where I tried to imagine the life that I'd live.
What would be the same and different?
How I would feel about my old life spent
In hatred and the failings of man,
My past life spent in deserts of sand.
I imagined this world of so-called perfection
But deep in my mind, I begged the questions
What is sin? Does the Bible show?
What is evil? Does the world know?
Is it the Ten Commandments? Murder and Greed?
Is it being gay, drinking beer, or smoking weed?
If so then my imagined world
Would not be like this life unfurled,
For I have done the things of which it speaks
I have sinned just in this past week.
But what if sin is a definition?
A human idea with human disposition?
What if the stuff we shouldn't do
What I Feel InsideI feel as though I'm flat,What I Feel Inside4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dimensionless soul.
The world sees me like that:
I'm a word, I'm a role.
I'm the boy that likes boys,
I'm the kid that looks like Nick Jonas,
I'm the nice guy, the one you'd enjoy,
I'm the one who writes poems online.
I'm this and I'm that
And I have to be something;
The world sees me
And says, "I have seen you before,"
And it acts like it knows me,
And like I have no core.
I'm defined and dissected
And I'm no longer me;
They make me directed
And they don't see how I see.
I'm this and I'm that
And I have to be something;
But I let it be, oh I do.
I lie in bed and try to hide
I let them say what they want to
And I don't let anyone inside.
It's more my fault than anything,
That I let it stay like this;
I should tell everything
That might make me real:
I'm afraid of dying alone
I'm not able to keep everyone happy
I'm afraid of my future
And I'm scared to mess up
I'm so angry that I'm
SICK AND TWISTEDThis is the story of the boy who was hated,SICK AND TWISTED6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by those whom he didn't even know their name.
Meek, weak, humiliated, discriminated,
all for a few laughs between friends.
Music up loud, on the bus every morning,
but still, through the screaming he could hear what they say.
Insulting his looks, his beliefs, his ways,
Such things as "EMO", "Go cut",
and "OMG are you gay?"
Few friends, not enough.
Small cuts, not enough.
Master plan, too much
Unable to cry from these sad eyes.
Tears of blood,
crying to die
Draw a knife,
end their life.
Revenge with cold steel.
As their blood sprays the walls,
as their bodies fall,
a smile upon his face.
Their screams his music.
Their blood his paint.
As he paints the walls,
A blood red.
As he ends his own,
satisfaction he finds.
Lying among the juices,
From unintelligent minds.
A low murmur from blood red lips,
sick and twisted too late,
Sick and twisted,
Unsent LetterHi,Unsent Letter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've wasted so much time
And I'd like to say
That it's through;
But it's not
And I'm not
Ready to lose you
Ready to tell you
In a constant struggle
Between my lungs
And the air;
Between my heart
And my mind.
I need to leave
I need to let go,
Because I'm too
Afraid to show
My feelings for you.
I think I love you.