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Little Brother

Ten little fingers.

Ten little toes.

Barely four years old. 

 

Chubby, pink cheeks.

Sweet, wet kisses.

Tiny arms wrapped 'round my neck.

 

From "Sissy, let's spin!"

To "Dessi, let's play!"

My big ole heart

Melts every single day.

 

That ear to ear grin

Plastered on his face

Is what I look forward to

At the end of my day.

 

I love this little guy

More than you know.

He's my monkey,

My minion,

My sidekick.

 

And I know

That I'm his world.

 

Can You Hear The Music?

People make music.

You hear it everyday

From the piece in your ear

To the words that you say.

 

But do you ever hear the real music?

Do you ever look around?

Do you ever speak the real words?

Do you ever hear the real sound?
 

Different Love (Version 1)

I'm different.

I know.

I've been told my whole life.

From teachers.

To parents.

To peers.

 

They take one look

At the hand I hold

Or the lips I kiss,

And they judge

Not the kiss or what it means

But who I'm kissing

And what that means.

 

They preach against it

In their homes and

In the House,

But am I really that different?

 

Am I so unequal

That you'd rather tax me

Than let me love

Who I love?

 

Am I so different

That you'd rather ignore me

Than let me be

Your best friend?

 

Why am I so different?

What makes you so special?

Why is your love so divine?

Why is it so much better than mine?

 

Love is love.

There should be no discrimination.

Why should it matter

If I'm straight,

Or gay,

Or lesbian,

Or bisexual?

 

There is nothing in the bible

That says I'm different. 

It's just the way people interpret it.

In God's eyes, I know I'm perfect.

 

But they want the perfect race,

No deviance.

They're no better

Than the Nazis.

For God's sake,

We live in the land of the free!!!

 

We have the freedom

To pursue happiness,

According to the Bill of Rights.

It wasn't gender or race specific.

So, shouldn't everybody be

Able to love who they love?

To kiss who they want?

Without the judgement?

Or indifference?

 

Love is love.

It's a natural thing.

We can't help who we fall for.

Sometimes it just happens.

Girls fall for girls,

And boys fall for boys.

 

It's beautiful

What they share.

It's amazing that

They can take

All that they go through.

They shouldn't have to,

But they do.

 

So, take a good look

While you sit there and judge

And get angry at their love.

This is true love.

Different Love (Version 2)

I'm different.

I know.

I've been told my whole life.

From teachers.

To parents.

To peers.

 

They take one look

At the hand I hold

Or the lips I kiss,

And they judge

Not the kiss or what it means

But who I'm kissing

And what that means.

 

They pretend I'm different

Because of what's on the surface.

They don't take the initiative

To look a little closer. 

They glance at the reflection

And scoff with disgust. 

 

Love is love- no matter who it's with.

You should be able to love who you love

And to kiss who you want

Without the judgement or indifference.

That's the definition of true love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bully 2/4/15

They say those words-

Those hurtful phrases.

They slap my heart

And toy with my emotions.

 

Sticks and stones

May break your bones.

But words can't hurt

Your feelings, right?

 

It's the claim they make

Until they're red in the face. 

But still the agony

Takes its toll.

 

They play the role of innocent

When trouble comes their way.

No one ever believes you

Or what you have to say.

 

The release should be easier

Now than before.

But does it really make a difference

When you're deader than a door?

 

The Black Parade 2/11/15

  I saw your face today,   

Etched deeply in that cold stone.   

I traced every feature and every line.   

And because no one else was there,   

I cried for you.   

 

I remember the Christmas   

Before you took your life.   

I caught you in the bathroom,   

Cutting yourself   

With that rusty, old knife.   

 

You didn't say a word   

As I took it from your grasp.   

You were sickened with grief.   

But because no one else knew,   

I lied for you.   

 

I don't know why   

I didn't stop you the second time.   

I guess I wasn't fast enough.   

Maybe I already knew   

Your sickness had finally beaten you.   

 

I attended your Black Parade,   

Hiding behind the grim facade.   

I stood there alone   

Without your hand to hold   

And never was a tear shown.   

 

Now, as you lay your black hand in mine,   

I think I know how you felt   

On that day I took the bullet for you,   

The day no one else was around,   

The day I died for you.

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My eyes are red and puffy.

My face spotted and blotchy.

The tear stains are clear as day,

But when you ask,

I'll have nothing to say. 

Promise Me 2/15/15

 Promise me, my love,

To hold me when I break,

If only to hold me together

So as not to disappear forever.

 

Promise me, my love,

To be there when I fall,

If only to pick me up

And dust off my bruises.

 

Promise me, my love,

To love me forever and ever,

If only to kiss me

Every night before we retire.

 

Promise me, my love, 

To kiss me under

The light of a thousand stars,

If only to see

The passion glowing in my eyes.

 

Promise me, my love,

'Til death do us part

And the church bells sing:

 

To be my rock 

When I am weak.

 

To be my sight

When I cannot see.

 

To be the words 

I cannot speak.

 

To be life 

Where there is death.

 

Promise me, my love, 

To be the only thing I'll ever need. 

Simulation 2/20/15

I am God

Or so it seems.

I control this person

That tiny blip on the screen.

 

I know what you're thinking.

I know how you'll act.

When I press the next button,

You'll know it for a fact.

 

You think you're an individual

And that you have your own brain.

But what you don't know is

I'm the one that keeps you sane.

 

I'm the mastermind

Behind these evil schemes.

Soon you'll find out

Not everything is as it seems. 

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