Tag Archives: growing up

Tears save lives


The rules I live by. As a man 1st I can’t show any emotions outside of anger and rage. I can speak here on a page just not in my life. Life wise there are no tears allowed in my … Continue reading

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Poisoned 


My perception of you is that of savior You gave me a gift  A life not wasted on others interest nut instead yours/mine I mean ours.  You call me your love but perceive me as less than you.   Last … Continue reading

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Who I’m not


I don’t want to lie to you About who I am About the man I present for the world to see. You see a heterosexual single man But that’s not who I am I’m in a pansexual queer In a … Continue reading

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6:45 in the evening


the reality is the danger the love the lust the rush is all in my head it’s the matrix red pill or blue pill instead it’s a purple trip all we have is a illusion our future is a vague … Continue reading

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change gone come


i’m growing less interested as time progresses as if its stale the air is thin the blood boils the edge is closer an closer to me just leaving my indifference grows like tension in the middle east my boredom is … Continue reading

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down the birds nest


Riding deep In my whip Listening to these ladies rap about life Life lived Dreams lost Minds won Feelings hurt. My life is more scary than the movie Working towards my queen life Kids do kiddie things Adults being confrontational … Continue reading

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Making love


The first time I thought about making love to. You was the last time I thought about my ex The things I’ve never done with the other 92 Our first time erased where I’d been Our first time keeps me … Continue reading

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