Becoming UnjudgedMore Like This
And engulfed society
It's hard to believe-
That some of us still have our humanity
And there are those who still cannot see
The damaged moralities-
That were bestowed from a corrupted creed
You don't know the heavy burden that each of us carries
As gray as gray can be
Told that the way I am is wrong
I was taught to fear the real me!
Learning to hate differentiality
Hearing whispers all around
I despised my own identity
Things need to change now!
Some of us don't even make it that far / It's not what you do- but who you are
None of us should ever live in the dark / There will always be a spark in our hearts
Heads held high
Let the true colors show
Revealed in the light
There's no reason to hide anymore!
Take control of life
Get rid of past remorse
Leave it all behind
Happiness is worth fighting for!
Conceals a lesson
One that's worth the cost
Each of us deserves a clear conscience-
The hope that we carr
the trans-, the pan- and the asexual. i.More Like This
He couldn't feel like a boy
And a girl
At the same time.
So he grew his hair long
With colorful dreadlocks
And wore eyeliner
But kept his name.
They told her that
She could either love boys
So she fell in love
With the boy who
Was born as a girl.
He didn't feel love
For the girl with the large chest.
Or the boy with the sparkling eyes.
But that didn't mean
He didn't love them
In his own way.
If that boy's way of loving is
And the boy with the long hair and eyeliner's way of loving is
And the girl who had a taste for personality, not gender's way of loving is
Then aren't we all just
Pansexuality"Pansexuals are bisexualsMore Like This
who are just fancy snobs
in need for a 'cooler' word
to fancily name their flaws"
I've heard this said so many times
and yet believe it be untrue
it's scared people telling lies
people scared of something new
First of all I'd like to say
sexuality isn't wrong
there is no need to point it out
and call it a flaw
It's a normal part of us
how nature let's us come
there's homosexuality in all living species
and homophobia in one
Now for there difference
of pansexual and bi
Bisexuals usually have tendencies
Pans give everyone a try
We don't care
if you're from here or there
don't mind the colour of your hair
or the kind of clothes you wear
Bisexuals say "boys and girls
but I prefer one side"
there's nothing wrong with saying that
there's nothing there to hide
All we pans really care about
Is who you are and have been
Is loving you for who you are
really such a sin?
My Invisible LifeMore Like This
My Invisible Life
On the surface of anxiety
Getting used to this melancholy
They'd always be here to help
I've always only had myself
Opening the gates to this hell
And the screams are revealed
I let my sorrow and resolve meld
My desires are overtaken
I know this isn't right
But my lies weren't convincing
So this will always be my invisible life
Dreaming Of TearsMore Like This
Dreaming Of Tears
Weakened to the very core
I can't endure this anymore
I'm going to black out
And be transported to a realm
Where my screams don't make a sound
Hate keeps me bound while I leave my fears to drown
I loath the days without rest
I despise the nights of endless stress
Though I can't settle for anything less
Because lower than this is death
It's like living and sleeping within tortuous realities
Even though I'm unconscious- there is no such thing as rest for me
No one knows how powerful my dreams can be
No one knows all of the graphic images I've seen
Dive into the ocean! / Swim through the thorns!
Let your pain open! / Allow your skin to mourn!
The memories start to fill
Then time stands still
A level of this kind of guilt
Is more than enough to kill
I don't know whats worse- my dreams
Or all of the secrets that I keep
It's hard to believe
This is what I call 'sleep'
In these impure waters
I bathe in the pools
Those of a coward
The Lost PianistThe Lost PianistMore Like This
Tears reminisce mahogany boxed memories,
Of ecstatic crescendos and tearful diminuendos.
For deep in eternal sadness lies the lost pianist,
Who once dreamt of glorious symphonies.
As he caresses the goddess of the piano,
She moans of rhythmic joy and pleasure,
Executing works that rival the Siren's song,
Echoing the lost voices of her past masters.
But in time's command, their hearts went astray.
Each lying in their own pool of heartfelt miseries.
While he walks asunder, away from melodic Eden,
She beckons to him, yearning to be loved.
Her sorrowful notes whisper his name,
When he contemplates sweet nostalgia.
They swore to eternity to unite in bliss.
A promise that surpasses a mere forevermore.<i>