The air is fresh And tastes of honeysuckle. The cool temperature Heals my burning lungs. The fresh air is so sweet. Pease within I meet. This air Takes away all worry or care. If I dare, Would bottle up this air. Keep it for myself Hidden on the shelf. But sweet air belongs to all I will forever recall.

Been in a tunnel For really long time. Now in distance, There is light. I’m almost At the end of the tunnel. Just a few yards And I’ll be free. Oh how joyous It will be.

I am riding on the wind The world around me has dimmed. All I now know Is I go where the wind does blow. I’m on the wind Seeing how my body has thinned. How long will I be here? Is the ending of my journey near? No answers come to mind. I hope this wind is kind. I’m on the wind Can’t control the wind. Where ever it will blow Is where I go.

No happiness, No sadness, No light, No love, No hate, No laughter, No joy All I currently feel Is emptiness.

Right behind the eyeball Always right behind the eyeball. A needlepoint of pain That incapacitates For hours on end. What the hell did I do To keep getting these?

I am set a drift On an endless sea. I have no idea Where or when I will land ashore. All I can ask is … What next?

The world is insane Full of pain Full of joy Full of love Full of unpredictability Full of uncertainty Full of monkeys Full of sadness But… … That’s life.

Where’s my poem? The brain does go so numb I can’t find it For I have no wit. Poem where did you go? I need you today, ever so. I wish help others with inspiring words Yet verses fly away from me like birds. I hope, poem, you come back to stay Maybe tomorrow will be the day.

Humidity and heat Wrap around my body Like a constricting snake. It gets harder to breathe. I try to struggle myself free But it just tightens. I am choking… There is no hope… I am dying…

Please stop saying, ‘Maybe you haven’t met the right person yet.’ Please stop asking, ‘How can you not like sex?’ Please stop saying, ‘You have so much free time.’ Please stop saying, ‘You’ll like sex once you do it.’ Please stop asking, ‘Do you masturbate?’ Just stop! Please stop. On behalf of all us asexuals, We are sick of this crap. So please stop.

Do you ever feel scared to reveal all sides of you in fear of everyone turning against you not for something bad no record do you have but for just being you? For you're supposed to stand tall not crumble and fall be the encourager  put on a front and be bold. But that's not healthy you know that to be so yet people might leave if you dared let it show. You can't hide it forever though the mask is breaking bit by bit your face is showing will you continue lying like the pierrot of old or will you finally be brave and say. You're not ok the words of the past still to this day doth last and you have begun to believe every bit of them. Worthless they shout but are you really look at what you have done and you're still young. Sure you might not be at the top of it all you only been at it a year it would take a miracle  for you to be at its peak without climbing the slope. Useless they shout but look at those who you have helped and inspired and you're still just an ant who knows