Walk a hundred miled
Dream a thousand dreams
Have life taken away
Everything as it seems
Give your love
Donate your cash
Submit your life
Forgive Lust and strife
Forget your pain
It brings joy
Forget want of fortune or fame
After all we're just toys
Give your all
Take but none
Bring on your wrath
I will pass
No matter the questions
Nor the problems present
at the end of the day
Only me and him will be left
I've passed your test.
I am not defined by my sexuality!
I am not defined by my gender!
I am not defined by my religion!
They all define me.
I am not defined by the public opinion.
I am not defined by your boxes.
I am not defined by the music I listen to
They do not define me.
I am not defined by my family!
I am not defined by your words!
I am not defined by the games I play
They are all not your choice.
I am not defined by my income.
I am not defined by my name.
I am not defined by my friends I greet.
They go by me.
I am defined by my actions!
I am defined by my words!
I am defined by my choices!
I refuse to be defined by yours.
The walls that enclose me
They protect me
They shield me
Many people know
Who I am
My colors and my thoughts.
But the two I want to tell
I never can.
Dad might be surround by openly gay people now.
He hates them, he doesn't feel safe around them.
If he knew, he would never want to come home
Would he?
I don't think he would hug me
To him I would be unbearable.
Mom tells me that she's fine with openly gay people.
I know she means openly gay MEN
All the people on T.V women and proud
Mother doesn't look at them the same.
I would have to leave or live like I'm in a cage
To protect her, and myself.
I hate myself
My friends are
Cloth covers my broken back
I look down upon you
Disdainful but caring
I can hear you crying.
Knowing everything
I help but a few
Offering strength in my shadow
people grew.
Aloof and mighty
I scare the masses.
Appearing daily
Many people pass me
I am invisible
More powerful then you can imagine.
I cover my bruise without words
More often then not I'm a curse
I play no fool
Above all that I am
You are nothing to me
My dear poor lamb
I offer everything to take the fall
You're the one saved by it all
Because I am God I am above you
All powerful and all mighty
God I am, is all you see.
You are blinded by my ugly beauty
Hands clasped
manacled in prayer.
Blind eyes
gaze up in admiration.
Where were you
when they died?
There is your faith
drugged up on the floor.
Cast out
demons cry.
Shut out
people scream.
They say
it's the end of the world.
You know
everyone won't make it.
Take your
shackled hands leave them at the pulpit.
Give away
all your dreams.
I'm here
to keep the heartache.
Memories
dwell in our dreams.
Hands manacled,
eyes blind,
Where were you
when God died.
She was dancing alone on the dance floor
in a black and red taffeta dress with a red beaded corset top.
Brown hair fell in waves to her shoulders, hiding tear filled hazel eyes.
There would be no spotlight dance, there is no Prince to run from.
She was the village girl, that no one mentions. The prop girl that never had a name.
Dancing alone at a sad pace.
The tune changed, slow and romantic.
Other singles had walked off the stage.
It was a song for ones with others, not for people who are alone.
Still that lonely girl danced by her lonesome, still she waited for a change of pace.
She was dancing alone to no spotlight
Dancing alone
One does say "Love is a crime"
So then is being two faced shrouded in lives.
The tree does not show the rot of time
till it's cut down, and so thus is our hearts demise.
You go and tell the fish they will be forced to fly
They have been swimming in secret all this time.
Do not tell Shakespeare how Macbeth must die
Do not tell a lover that life will always rhyme.
Wither, crumble, and cease to be
That would be the response to rules constricting our creativity
As it's all the same I would much rather see
The ripped and patched rainbow flag of our everlasting unity
You might say love is a crime
But you are the one stuck in one note t
Let the fire burn me.
I can feel the crackle
I want to feel it
the bite
the burn
It keeps me from screaming
I want to feel it
the stench of my skin
blackened
chard
So soft
I see their eyes
Hear their voices
They tell me
That I've done good
I smile with confused minds
My wings won't be free
As those before me
I must pay
Hatred consumes
My monster
My tab
I will face it
One day
And when it is
Defeated
I will have wings
Only until
My monster
Is to big to ignore
Will I pay
Not yet
I can see
Red in my eyes
The monster through me
I will face it
Not yet
It's voice
is in my head
Scars on my body
The mark it's left
Almost
The pain
I will earn
My wings
Soon
This is it
I face
My monster
the Tab
Growing from birth
I face it
Knife in hand
Clashing with
Strength
I am weary
The mons
Celebrate deviantART's 13th Birthday! by ikazon, journal
Celebrate deviantART's 13th Birthday!
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