Day #181-182I was planning to write some wordsMeant to show you that I careBut I never get the words right;None of them are worth your time.Even if I was to make something beautifulThat would explain exactly how I feel,You'll never listen.You'll never believe that I love youWith all of my being.You'll never believe that you're theOnly reason I'm living.You'll never believe that without youI'm nothing.You'll never believe that I can helpYou.You'll never believe that I feel thatSame way you do right now.You'll never believe that I loveEvery single one of your imperfections.You'll never believe how much it hurts meTo know that I'll never be good enoughTo convince you that you are worth moreTo me than anything, too good for the commonRubble to even glance upon your beauty,Inner and outer, too amazing to be able toProtect yourself against the constantAttacks those jealous assholes aim at you,You're too good for me.But you know what?I don't care about your perfect imperfecti
Day #178-180I love you...A lot<3
Day #176-177Even when I get discouragedYou're right there holding me upAnd keeping my smile aliveI just hope I can keep yours aliveAfter I kick your ass at gaming tonight <3
Day #169-175Even through days like theseYou're able to keep me happyAnd keep my mind clear of chaos
Day #168I forgot how long it's been...Fourteen months...?Two years?Yeah, I'm not quitting.
Day #167I've made promises to youThat I've sworn to keepBecause....you taught meTheir importanceI promised not to give upDon't think you can make me break that
What a Wonderful WorldI’m noticing thingsI didn’t before;Things that IJust can’t ignore.Kids getting shotFor the colour of their skin,Loving being treatedAs though it’s a sin.Sexism running like bloodThrough the veins of the media,Kids killing kidsIn High School Hysteria.People dying instead ofBeing who they are,Children getting shot downAs they reach for the stars.Faith forming the targetFor society’s arrow,You’re either in too deepOr you’re way too shallow.The faithful using the Prince of PeaceTo excuse their hatred,And yelling ‘terrorist!’At the followers of Mohammed.Women walking the streets at nightWith fear in their hearts,Men being told to ‘man up’When their soul is in parts.Children starving to deathIn the land of plenty,Bigots with medieval viewsIn the twentieth century.So,Hell yeah,We’re angry.
Chrysalis...Chrysalis... by David Nicholas As I grab food from the fridge, I can’t help but glanceAt “Welcome to Holland”; a renowned autism stanceGives a message that life’s gift ain’t always perfectBut teaches to embrace what some may call a “defect”.Sure, platitudes are nice, but simply not enoughTo describe a life I should call complex and toughPlease, sit by the fire and feel warmth’s sweet kissShare a drink with me and allow me to reminisce.I can hear enraged wails echo through the homesteadClearly see walls soaking fierce thuds from my headAlways felt like a ticking bomb when left aloneNever sure when I’d explode, having no comfort zone.As time vanished like air and I struggled to adjustI was off to school; I’ll summarise it thusItaly was of family, of freedom from dangersI was left in Holland, left at the mercy of strangers.My sham social skills only got me in troubleWhile books further shrunk the size of my b
Here's my stupid homeworkThe poem is the scaffoldFor stories not yet toldWire frame of word songFor tickets not yet soldThe poem is the cameraWhen stillness starts to shatterSplashing spells from one true wellBeing well is all that mattersDon't blame your professorsThey don't even knowThe truth behind these stupid wordsIs that our eyes actually glowAll the ancient teachers knewWhat reason bear is telling youThen Aristotle came aroundAnd they put this truth in the groundOne of those cool ancient guysWrote of light seen bursting from eyesThe eyes belonged to his best palBut could have been any animalWhen his buddy's skull got smashedTwo eyes saw the truth of oneWhen this check is finally cashedWe go back home - to the sunWhen Alexander banged his gongThey began to teach a different songNow all the books on every shelfAre mirrors that blind me from myselfWhy don't we see light in eyesIt seems to be just in the skiesReason bear is always rightWhy on earth would light see light?I hat
The TigerYou are a childish boy,Nothing more than my chew toy.An ignorant youth acting all tough and enraged -It is easy to taunt the tiger when it is declawed and caged.And I try to stay quiet, and I try to stay kind,But the kitty has grown up and doesn't want to stay confined.I keep the tiger hidden though it is meant to be outside...But when it gets free there will be nowhere you can hide.You play this game as though you can keep the tiger in your hutch,But you're a cowardly child who deserves to be treated as such.You are only in power so long as the tiger stays quiet,Chooses not to fight and not to try shit.And you, so stupid so as to think you canBeat me and treat me like the kitten I was when this began.This abusive ring will end, and of this you can be sure,Because the tiger is picking the lock as you spit in its fur.And as you grab my tail and poke me with your metal stick,Don't forget that I can turn the tables just as quick.And with a growl I will warn you to just s
Bathroom passI never get to pee on this planetThey make me pee in a stupid bowlEyes bear this planet through spaceThe bees will sting your very soulWear the wolfBe the braveBe the bearThat owns the caveIf you ever take the form of slaveI will pee inside your grave..!.,:iconslip-and-fall-school:
Dead FriendI fell asleep with both eyes openunder a cloth of slothful calmafter I stripped out of my own skin. I sought asylum with salmon in slalom of grizzlies' grip. I am a volcanic yawn short of insomnal salaam.When I preyed on neighborly original sinin networked whorls of grey neural lobes,I fell asleep with both eyes open to dreams mirrored on spinal columns and woke to the chorus of a ringtone hymn. Fighting silence with salmon in slalom,I cradled the phone like a totem,hid it like a corpse under a cushionserially stripped of its own skin. The phone call was from a mom infantizing a son; to countertop it I yawn short of insomnal salaam.But I am pretty, pretty angry, angry broken,broken awake from a phone contact harembefore I fall asleep with both eyes open
Bring back bomb vest hugsSince we can't always be 'F' ingDon't let yourself get 'U' edTry to get better at 'C' ingShow one finger to the 'K' ing..!.,
Solar spooningEyes are burning todayIt's ok You're better off this wayTwo eyes are never aloneI'm the wholly ghostThat rocks your bonesEyes only work in pairsWe're already everywhereTwo eyes are never aloneI'm the lucky lightThat jumps your bonesTold youMy dreams always come trueEyes never dieWe sleep beneath starry skiesHeavy light inside your bonesI just wish that we could be aloneTwo eyes are never aloneTwo eyes spy that stupid third eyeWe are NOT aloneTake it out then ask me whyNow my dear we can be aloneI just smashed your stupid third eye phone..!.,
SnailI’d of thought I’d gotten over it,In a moment, heck! A beat,But the sudden contradictory,I’m halted at my feet.If delayed a single second,Maybe put off by the rain?I'd be merry - you'd be breathing,I could skip along again.But the hurtful truth is heavy,Like a hammer to a nail,Forgiving isn’t easy,With my foot upon the -
HonestyHaving enough courage toOpenly come out and admit,Never hiding forEverything that's hiddenSends everyone intoTurmoil. Stop theYelling and turn to forgiveness and love