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Homosexuality BitesThey found me slumped over in the school showers
With a towel loosely wrapped around my waist
Scalding hot water was blistering my skin
As I bled from an unspeakable place

A hard-handed teacher dragged me to my feet
With little or no sign of sympathy
For the bruising to my feeble framed ribcage
And the fractures to my identity

I think they all thought that I had it coming
As no one was willing to testify
That the sodomy inflicted upon me
Was something to which I hadn’t complied

Boisterous boys laughing in the corridors
As I shamefully limped throughout the day
Not a thought for the pain that was inflicted
Just worried for what my pa

I Am a WriterI am a writer.
Yes, it’s easy for me to fall into a dream.
But there is nothing wrong with being tighter
With a story’s theme.

I am a writer.
That is all I will ever want to be
In the end, my story will be lighter,
And my characters will finally be free.

I am a writer.
There is nothing easier to say than that.
I will never let a story wither
Nor let a story fall flat

I am a soon to be author.
With several books ready to be read,
I want them to have great honor
And wish there will be tears shed.

Pieces of chessKings and pawns are all the same
All but pieces in a game
A stroke of luck
A touch of ill fate
Decides in the end who will be
Checkmate

*Mask*Tonight hearts will beat
Identities are concealed
When we masquerade.

Familiar voices
Behind flamboyant disguise
Recognize those eyes.

2013 Delice1941
13th April2013

Twinkle StarTwinkle twinkle little star
Noone cares just who you are
When you fall the fall is far
Twinkle twinkle superstar.

Take Death's HandI do not fear Death.
My life has been long enough.
It's time I take my last breath.
I shall not rebuff.
Death stands by my side,
his hand extended for me to take.
His face is veiled like that of a bride.
This life I now forsake
as Death takes me away.
I do not regret
for I am free of the fray.
Please do not fret
for I am okay.

~Evil creatures~

They're evil creatures in the night
Lurking in the shadows but still seeing there sight
From they're pale skin and glowing eyes
Out there graves they will rise
Moaning and groaning is what you hear
Your body will soon fill with fear

They walk or run in a fast pace
Here they come for the chase
Get ready for the fear
Coming through the door they are here
Board up the windows to keep them away
This is the place you don't want to stay

It's too late now they're breaking in
It's a fight you may not win
Grab you shotgun prepare for the fight
This battle may last all night
Pain and blood come from your arm
A bite from these creatures can cause muc

AveryHis veins are filled with music and with stars.
His thoughts are filled with emptiness and flow.
His voice is made of dusty old guitars.
His mind’s a rusty cog that clanks below.
And these affects and gifts with which he’s blessed –
Or cursed, as alternately it may be –
Are some well-known and some yet unaddressed,
And they determine all that he must see.
But when his veins must open up and burst
And when his thoughts in dark directions fly,
When all his voice can do is preach the worst,
When all his mind can think to do is die –
It gives him pause to check himself and breathe.
May he stay in this world and never

All AloneI'm sitting in my four walled room
Their closing in, like an ancient tomb
I feel like I'm wasting time for two
When all I want is me and you

Who Was HeHe stood at the average height for men.
His built was quite average.
His eyes were that of cyan.
Nonetheless, he was average.

His hair was that of blonde,
Nearly, white.
His walk and personality had a great bond.
He was a confident sight.

His skin was a delicate peach.
His muscles were quite firm.
So irresistible, a teasing reach.
His appearance had its own term.

One that the dictionary cannot confirm.

Who was he?
That man with his own sea?
He was one without a name.
His appearance was a taunting game.
He was one without a number for an age.
Forget it, he’s fake on this page.

SuicideThere's no blood on her hands
Bullet holes in the door
Nothing but colored pills
And her lying on the floor

You look at her face
There's despair in her eyes
And you wonder what she thought
As she fell and died

And maybe you're begging her to come back
And maybe you're asking why she let go
The hurt in your chest feels like a heart attack
And now you finally know

Maybe you could've helped her
If you'd looked past your own nose
Maybe she'd be alive now
You had a chance, this is what you chose
Now maybe you'll learn from things
That you didn't see
Maybe you'll open your eyes
And rescue him, or her, or me
Maybe she cried a prayer
For the oth

You never chose the middle pathYou never chose the middle path, the place
of careful, safe and unremarkable,
the sky at 10 am, the camp at base,
the decaf paper cup unbreakable.

You had to go with high and low and real,
with rich and fast and things more notable:
the sky at midnight, Himalayan-feel,
the oxygen and you, unstoppable.

But then your weight became too much for skies.
Your melamine became a china cup.
And those who cried moved on to lesser highs.
They look ahead, or down, but never up.

You never chose the middle path, you raced.
I’m looking up, and pray that speed is graced.

One WindowOne window is all I need
To see the world for what it truly is
With my mind a system of creed.
My talent can depict or dismiss
This world of goals, so hear my heed.

I sit down beside a journal,
My fingers clutching a pencil.
I will make my character’s life spiral
And send them off to a council
Where they must advance through the next trial.

One window is all I need
To watch them afar a long, hazy field,
Where I can study their speed
Of understanding when they will yield
Of life, itself, so they need to hear my heed.

My character’s goal,
As well as mine,
Is to be whole
And see how bright life can shine
Even through the darkness

Last RoadTwo people, both alike in personality,
Shared a home where the scene was played,
From shattered souls to new beginnings,
Where screams were heard on this doomsday.
From golden moons crisp as the sun,
A mother who has not yet won,
The illness will strive until the deed is done,
Even if the daughter has not begun.
The road that lies ahead,
Is now a mother who is dead,
With hugs and kisses that are gone,
The daughter who will beat them all;
Thy which your eyes and ears can pretend,
What here shall be a transformation undid.

The Soldier's Letter To HomeI write this from my death bed
My eyes fading in the light
Drowned in crimson red,
Drowned in shaking fright.
The enemy has won
The war now has ended
And though killed by my son
May his sins be ammended.
For this is Civil War
I cannot change the tide
So from you I implore
Do what is right.

Bury me somewhere nice
Near, and fair to look at
And forgive my son his sins;
For in war, no one wins.

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Where are you?
Your scent is left
Real when I close my eyes
I feel you there
Where are you?
I see you standing here
Wipe away my emotions
Save me
Where are you?

Keep Going

Friends aren't worth it
Neither are guys
Why waste your time
When both tell lies?

People don't care
That is a fact
Except for themselves
I guess that's just that

I wish I were like them
That I didn't care
Everything would be easier
A lot of pain spared

Don't take their word for it
When they say they will try
Take it from me
They'll just make you cry

What do you do
With nowhere to go?
No boyfriend or parents
No friends or foes

Life is just life
Pain is just pain
Day after day
It's all just the same

When there's nothing to live for
No goals in sight
What keeps you going
Night after night?

The pai

It Takes My Breath Away

Climb in my window
I want you here
Let everything go
For as long as we're near
The time has come
We've waited so long
The night is young
And the feelings are strong

Chorus:
I wish that you'd see
All the things you do to me
It takes my breath away
It takes my breath away
Sometimes
I feel
Why doesn't this seem real?
I think
I need
You here beside of me

I don't know what to
Do about you
I wish that you would
Make sure we make it through
Oh what do you
Want us to do?
My feelings are true
I want to be with you

[Chorus]

Sometimes
I feel
Why doesn't this seem real?
I think
I need
You here

Help Me

Help me
For I fall
Deep inside
I hear the call

It happens every time
Doesn't matter how I try

Help me
I can't do it
I don't want to fall
But I can feel it

That feeling in my heart
The one that never stops

No end
No lift
Just heaven
Very swift

I long for the day
When what you say will come true

I'm scared
I don't know what to do
Help me
I need to make it through

Help me now that you're here
I don't want to give up on you

Help me
I feel it
Like before
I gotta admit

I don't want to end up hurt
But I'm afraid it'll wash away

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What If

by ~onetruedelight, Nov 11, 2004, 10:02:48 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

How did I get
Where I am today
What if I had gone
The other way

What if the world
Gave second chances
Even at reactions
To first glances

What if I said
Everything on my mind
Even if it wasn't
Exactly the right time

Oh wait I forgot
That's what I do now
I wish I could help it
But I'm not sure how

What if the people
You needed the most
Were so far away
That they looked like a ghost

What if you needed
Someone to be there
Would you ask for help
Would you even dare

I question the world
I question myself
Sometimes I even question
My own mental health

Sanity is relative
And maybe for me
My sanity is gone
But no one hears my plea

What if one day
You realize you've died
Not outside but in
And no one had cried

What if no one noticed
The day that you left
And no one saw
Your internal theft

The theft of your soul
The theft of your passion
What if the world
Ran out of compassion

What if you choose
No longer to live
Would you remain on this earth
With nothing to give

What Ifby ~onetruedelight

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Written in February of 2004

When you're 3000 miles from everyone you care about, and all you can do is talk to them online, it doesnt really make things easy when all you seem to be able to do is get people mad at you. With the exception of one, I got every single one of the people I consider closest to me mad at me all in the same night. I wrote this while the one that was left over was gone somewhere busy.

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~writer91 Nov 11, 2004 Writer

very nice sounds like a very interesting life u live *adds to favs*

~onetruedelight Nov 11, 2004 Writer

hahaha maybe a little TOO interesting sometimes... at least its not boring

~writer91 Nov 12, 2004 Writer

thats true

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