I'm the kid that always gets picked last for teams I'm the kid that ends up doing the whole project because the other kid won't do crap I'm the kid that people don't give a second thought to I'm the kid that thinks about those who don't think about me I'm the kid that turns to Facebook or Wattpad for friends I'm the kid that has the friends no one else wants I'm the kid that parents could be proud of I'm the kid that has...
This is a true story. The year was 1996 and I decide it was time to retire the Dracula costume and makeup that I had worn for so many years. Why the change? It seems whenever the topic of an upcoming Halloween party arose in conversation no one bothered to ask what I was going as."Let me guess, you're coming as Dracula," they responded in bored voices. So I decided it was time to think outside the norm. At the last Hallow...
Childhood innocence, orgasmic feelings barredStuck behind this fence,body left, scarred For years and years,sexual expression, fighting.Always taunted, so fierce,one day, lightning. Shielding eyes, hurting,exalted feeling, all so bright.Bars crack open, disconcerting,angel wafting, bathing in light. Atomic heat, searing,embracing pure ecstasy.Gazing around, fearing,smiling, finally free...
Talk to me, You'll get to know me, You'd never know, That what I'm about to say, is true. "Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them, so I try and forget it any way I can." Neil Young. I believe in... ...love ...happiness ...realization ...uniqueness ...helping ...and acceptance. Now, I will tell you about what I was thinking about last night, and what I thought of all those years that I tried to force myself to believe lik...
Eyes ruined from neglectStrained below all she holds-Above all that slips away Her gentle flame draws breathIgniting strength of ashen dreamsCommanding smiles of passersby Slipping between beats in timeShe proclaims love her sacred hymnAnd so dispels all earthly shadows Her nest lies upon ancestral plainsSweetness of Mother Earth’s bosomMoonstones held by courageous gripShe sings of praise and of lightSoaring where lilies...
Green People Are Good by Carol Sumilas Boshears It was getting late and Lettie was rushing home to put her “things" to bed for the night. Other people may put their children to bed, but Lettie’s children were something different than other peoples. They were her very important objects and miscellaneous stuff she had picked up during the day while she worked and took a stroll at lunchtime. Her varied possessions were paper...
In order to gain any sort of stability we must first begin to understand each other...but understanding why some people do what they do is difficult...oh, believe me, believe us, it's difficult. Let's divulge for a minute by making a list (and checking it twice, three times, four times, and on and on and so forth):The angry drunks, who drink until they are pissing fumes...who, if you should so much as look at their girlfr...
