Great FriendsA lightning bolt flashedStreaking through the skyOne bright branch ripped through the cloudsAs another tore downwardI stared in aweAwaiting the coming thunderOne...Two...Three.Four..Five..Six...Seven.BOOMOne initial boomFollowed by a tidal wave of cacophonousThunderous laughterBellowing through BaysideA car alarm blaresDistant and muffledThrough hazy humid heatSirens scream to the nightMixing bloody red lightIn lightning blue and whiteAs the storm closes in around meOne...Two...Thunder clapsMy eyesFixed on the skiesFalter as I turn and blinkIn that very momentMy vision ignitesAs my eyelids liftTwo residual sparksPure energySo filled with lifeDancingDisappearing into the nightDarting back to the skiesMy eyesBeheldBurningThe tree of deathAnd in less than a breathFelt a wave of sound zingingSinging life through my chestStill staring up in wonderIn echoingRolling thunderMy vision began to blurAs raindrops clatteredPattered against my lens
Splotchy ThoughtsOn the pageJitter, jotIn my mindPlitter, plotDrip and dropPierce the tipThrough my hipInk my mindTattoo and findThe pooling pictureBeneath my rind
Make DoLife so surrealCook up a mealMix fireworks with sunshine peelToss it inOver lilac heelTurn up the heatMelt in sweetFluttering lashesOf a hummingbird who'll greetYour blushing ashesSwimming on the wing
An Insomniac's LamentOh so tiredWish I were firedSo I wouldn't have toGo to workAw heckI need the paycheckOr else I won'tHave a roomToo bad I can'tCrawl back in the wombWhen the world is warmWhere I can be re-bornInto the coldOf an unknown foldIn the reality of ManBegin againBow and bendAgainst the brutal willOf minds of menHarsh words spokenDistort the innocent viewOf a broken boyBorn anewJust another lifeOn a wicked planetRidden with painOverflowing with strifeA beautiful elaborate slateServed to the Devil on a silver plateScratched and scornedDistorted by claws of fire and hornsSuch is the fateOf hate reincarnateIn the heart of a brokenBoy rebornHe's so tiredWishes he were firedSo he wouldn't have toGo to work
Some Nights I Need a FriendSome nightsI need a friendTo hold me closeAnd tell meMy heartIs still beatingSome nightsI need a friendTo hug me so tightTheir embrace beginsTo cut offMy circulationSo the flow of my bloodSlowsUntil my visionFadesAnd I can feel my pulseSlipping throughTheir graspTo keep meTo make meFeelAliveAnd prove that I'mNot dead insideSome nightsI need a friendTo hold me closeAnd tell meMy heartIs still beating
The Warmest Fold Between Pages of WinterCome around againWind that blowsBeyond the bendOver the curves of my snowCome around againWind that blowsSoftly against my cheekLull and whisper meInto lullabiesMake me dream of youWhile I sleepDrive me madWith every streak across my faceDrive me madWith lies and graceCome around againWind that blowsSend songs of sweetnessDown winding roadsLead me alongA Winter pathWhere fairy-tales unfoldHere is where I'll meet youWill you be here to meet me, too?I'll come backWhen the wind that blowsSends me songs of sweetnessOver the curves of my snowFrom beyond the bendWind that blowsCome around againCome around again
Is There Only Pain Inside?Why can't I get herOut of my head?Why can't I dryThese tears I shed?Why do I dreamOf her when I'm in bed?Why can't I get herOut of my head?WishingWishing she could careDrowningDrowning in my despairScreamingScreamingScreaming without airDreamingDreamingDreamingFallFallFail to catch my breathFallFallFall to DeathFallNothing in my chestBeatsI'm not the only oneI knowNot the only oneThis lostThis coldNot the only onePraying for deathNot the only oneFighting for breathNot the only oneHolding screamsSilently within my chestNot the only one
Waiting For Me With Open ArmsTrue LoveFor youI longSo manyNightsYou've beenGoneThrough allThese daysAllI've sungAre lonesomeSongsNow DeathIs nearButThis timeI face himWithoutFearI pray you'll beWaitingOn the other sideFor me
Weathering NightsBeam,Bring sight;Pierce throughImmortal night.Abate black clouds;Contest my solitude,Eternal light.Wuther; wail.Wild winds,Blow me yonder.Hope;Ponder.Sail on,Uncertainty,Through endless storm.For lifeWith love,In faith,Be warm.
EvolutionEvolutionis a silent process of changingwe realise from the result.It Can't Be The Target.
A DefinitionWords that mean the same as ‘gay’:Happy, bright, joyful.Queer and homosexual.Words that do not mean the same as ‘gay’:Weak, stupid, lame.Evil, abomination, shame.You got that?Okay.Because ‘gay’Is not an insult.
I'm Going NoWhereI'm Going NoWhere, But My Way Is Certain.
NadirHis shotgun smilesays it all -smell of rabbits matingin the basementkeeps him up at nightand he likeshis neighbor's daughteras she stands on tip-toein the back yard,peering through his windowor drowning kittens in the river.He keeps a razorin his bedroom,siphons after-shave througha loaf of breadand calls it magic,remembering how his teacherfound him naked,shoved into a closetand how she putmarbles in his mouthto keep him from speaking.His mother only laughedand told him to washhis clothes outin the bathtuband not drip wateron her carpet.Don't leave a witnesshis best friend said.Pictures have earsand walls can feellike familywhen God has seen your secrets.
ExelixiΕξέλιξηείναι μια σιωπηλή διαδικασία αλλαγήςπου αντιλαμβανόμαστε εκ του αποτελέσματος.Δεν Μπορεί Να Είναι Ο Στόχος.
LostLost –Like a vagabond.Split – At a four-waystreet, past any signsthat I comprehend.If I had I had it my way,I would cruise on the highwayand never stop.
Team In our days the word "team" only refersto basketball and football teams.
pillow talkthere are thousandsof tongues i couldmemorize; new wordsfor love tucked betweenteeth often bitingtoo hard.my chapsticked lipscould learn to bow togrammar laws incountries i'llnever visit.i could master writingsymphonies in syntax,spend hours penningvolumes in languagesof longing and love,but i'll never find aphrase that fits youthe way your body fitto mine, back bent.i'll never find a namefor how our lips tuckedtogether, for my handsin your hair, for therapture in your eyes.
adolescenceWe look up into the skyand see the stars as millionsof possibilities for us to wrap our handsaround and try, picking and choosingour favorite constellations like applesin the fruit aisle of a grocery store.We talk about our dreamsof leaving this townfar behind and far away,but we don’t talk about howleaving home means leaving each otherand each constellation we wrap our handsaround propels us into completely differentdirections. We want to hold on to each otheras much as we want to let go of this dustbowl,but we can’t have both,and that scares us.We look up into the skyand see how big the galaxy iseven when we can’t see 90% of itand we are suddenly aware of howsmall we actually are, barely grains of sand,barely specks of dust, barely here at all.We stop looking up and lookdown at our feet shuffling,worried and afraid for each otherbecause we barely sleep and failinga class means failing high school,failing to get into the dream college,fai
Must I Hide Everything?Every pure emotionMutilated as it leaves my mindUntil all that showsIs a grotesqueAnd pitiful happinessAn unbidden smileA half-hearted chuckleSo no one knows I sufferSo no one asks me whySo I'll never need to tell themWhy I wait to die