My favorite poem !!

It embodies almost all of my thoughts pertaining to relationships...  
A winter's day In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. Don't talk of love, But I've heard the words before; It's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries. 

- Simon And Garfunkel I Am A Rock
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Priorities & Escape

I wished I lived in a neighborhood that valued art more than weed or intelligence over “swag”.
I wished I lived where  I could cop a canvas with regularity instead of view dices thrown.
Pants below asses, ass over class, classes below average, and average is respected?
The need to get out is in banging against my chest like the drums of my ancestors
while in others it is as faint, in some even nonexistent, as the knowledge of their past!
I wished I lived where there was life- NOT the pathetic day in day out excuse for living
monotone humdrum tune that lays beneath each rumble and breath of where I reside.
I wish that priorities were correct and escape was near not just for me but for all
but life is that way and the queer are ignored and in a crowd you are lonely and sometimes you sink and other times you put pen to paper or brush to canvas and release it all.
I wish sometimes- most times I didn’t feel like I don’t belong…
       

The rose


Tongue deep
as the inside peaks
flashes pink
but if it would expose
the truth it would reek
of her rotten soul
inside it is shriveling
outside it is masked
mac makeup
eyeshadow eyeliner eye lies
to decieve
her reflection day in and day out
now the mirror cant even tell her truth from her lies
as slowly the old her dies
and the new her blossoms
a black rose
the new her blossoms
a dead rose
and though she may perfume the air
with false images that intoxicate the
lives and psyche her scent seeps
deep within their soul
but watch out
her thorns bite
deep
deep in you
and even deeper in her

Screaming!


Scream
Sometimes I feel like screaming
but it’s muffled deep in my soul
I am drowning
suffocated by life
why am I still striving??

Struggle
everyday it’s the same damn struggle
fight fight
but the tears rarely fall
and sometimes I parade
smile on it’s all a ball
right? right…

Laugh
shudder with chuckles
at their forced sincerities
while they spit wicked words
behind your back weighed down
already with their words
and your world
so you laugh it off -ha ha
shudder…

Scream
bone chilling ear splitting scream
at their lies
and pseudo smiles
their daggers deep between you spine
SCREAM
but never let them see you bleed
rather come through the line all grins
who really has the win ? 🙂