Poetry
A Moment
One moment, we are a race who sees beauty in everything The next, we have devolved into a race that sees beauty only in the vanity of appearance. * One
END
In the end, you will leave You will say my arms have become thorns Too piercing to hold You will say I am no longer enough to drink in That
MAKE ME YOURS!
Make me yours! Those were the words that ran through my head the day I first saw you Forcing myself to concentrate on my books was all I could do
MY LOVER
She’s a beauty to be awoken by Hovering over me, she drags me from sleep with a kiss This, world, is the way of my lover. * She is a
Alienated
Shoot me, I’m gay. Hunt me down, I am an animal. A bit queer is all I am but hey That’s enough reason to make it a murder day. *
FOR WANT OF AN IDENTITY
Writer’s Word: This poem was written a few years ago, when I was still struggling with identifying who I was and with self acceptance. It is published now in recognition
I WANT
I want to love you like Friday night cuddles over Monday mornings I want to love you like the smell of roses over its thorny stems I want to love
DEMON WITHIN
I can’t let anyone in there yet I might die before I let anyone in there Where my deepest secrets lie bare There is a monster I’ve kept caged My
My Resurrection
I remember The touch of your hands Your warm lips on mine The fire in your eyes Your cool but warm breath You knew my soft spots You always had
I AM AKIN
I am Akin Mobbed for daring to love For daring to put my heart out To have its beating ended so prematurely * I am Akin The unborn child sentenced
