Echo Log, 1winter came to my door while I lounged
on the leather couch. I opened up
strongly to his pretty complexion
and cocoon of down lining; his white
teeth didn't chatter and no flush had
covered up the freckles on his cheeks.
I had been taking in boys like him
for weeks. he said he heard about it,
the good news I had now in the back
of the manger, and requested rest
in a spare bed. his eyes were still gold
like dew on a late harvest, sweet fields
that his eyes too looked tired from reaping.
my own place, my own food, i thank past
loves and passions. winter plays his finger
on his lip and comp
O Dan Rot.Dan Rot, a manO Dan Rot.2 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
Being Gay: Sin or Burden?My life is torn between heart and mind;Being Gay: Sin or Burden?3 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 th
Sense you thereSense you there5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't feel your touch,
I can't sense the breeze on my skin,
I am numb.
I won't feel you cry on my shoulder,
I don't feel a thing.
I don't hear your words,
I can't listen to the birds chirp,
I am deaf.
I won't hear my heart thumping tonight,
I don't hear a thing.
I don't see you here,
I can't look deep into your eyes,
I am blind.
I won't see the sun setting again,
I don't see a thing.
I don't smell perfume,
I can't breathe in the heated air,
I won't smell your warmth, your fear, your breath,
I don't smell you here.
I don't taste your lips,
I can't speak, you have me sewn shut,
I am mute.
I won't taste y
Unsent LetterHi,Unsent Letter3 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.
Listen Harder, LoveI feel your fingers curling around my wristListen Harder, Love5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel your lips brush my cheek and its so sweet
I feel you there, now remind me what I missed
When his lips parted and your teeth met
Did he taste all that better than me?
I feel your hand wiping the tears off my face
I feel the saddest hurt you will ever know
I feel the note, in my hand, that you force in place
It will say yet again that you have to go
Is he really more than you ever dreamed?
I feel like my heart fell and shattered apart
I feel like a blade just pierced all through my lungs
I feel so dead, my pulse won't ever restart
I feel that this song is best left still unsung
SICK AND TWISTEDThis is the story of the boy who was hated,SICK AND TWISTED5 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 h