Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

Too Similar to be the Same


Interests and thoughts overlap and are things that we share,
Civil Partnership or Marriage - we don't really care.
Love of Timbo ironically borders on fundamental worship,
We each believe the Catholic Church is a twisted dictatorship.
Shane is a main focus, practically every single day,
We can talk for hours about anything, even slightly gay.

And even though we share these common things and others,
There are things that are different, one being our Mothers.
The differences between the two are obvious and clear,
They have their way of dealing with their daughter being queer.
When it comes to my view of you, we always disagree,
And the same thing happens any time you try to flatter me.

You tell me that I’m funny, but I think I’m a tit,
I say you are gorgeous – you think I’m talking shit.
You say that I am kind, but I think I am vile,
I say you are clever, and (in disbelief) you smile.

Although, 98% is a lot of things to share,
There is a point to all of this which is true and fair.
The conflicts we have really are a shame,
But the fact is we’re just too similar to be the same.

Sunday, 26 June 2011

Twisted

Tears me down without a thought,
I can’t be happy without being caught.

Doesn't like me being me,
Destroys all hope that I can see.

Brings in shame when I am proud,
Keeps me quiet when I should be loud.

Holds me back when I am trying,
Keeps me grounded when I should be flying.

Makes me panic when all is well,
Punishes me, if I should tell.

The people whom I trust deeply,
Just get told that I am sleepy.

Can’t tell the truth without pain,
Made to look like I’m insane.

Honest is what I strive to be,
All I want is to be free.

It’s not that I want advice, as such
But why do I hate myself so much?


Wednesday, 19 January 2011

Familiar Stranger

Your face and smile look so familiar

But we’ve never even met.

I don’t remember seeing you,

And it’s not something I’d forget.

I’ve seen your eyes somewhere before,

I see you laugh and know the sound,

I don’t know what to think anymore.

You give me comfort and joy

I went looking for a nice girl

But I found a gorgeous boy.

I was sure what I was, but you’re a mind changer,

Knowing you already isn’t a major issue,

I’m happy with you being a familiar stranger...

Thursday, 23 December 2010

Without You

With you there were no nightmares, no hard times, no pain.

It's because you walked away from me that I feel it all again.

I feel the tears roll down my cheek, the ones you used to dry.

I feel no arms around me, when I begin to cry.

The love you used to give me, the light you used to bring

It all faded along with the songs you used to sing.

Your smile broke a thousand hearts but set my soul alight

Your eyes, like the ocean in the sun, sparkled day and night.

These memories of us, make it harder to let you go

To hear you speak about this girl, whom you barely even know.

My heart is aching, my body is cold

And I'm wishing and dreaming that I could have you to hold.

If she is what you want then I have to say goodbye

But before you go maybe you could just tell me why.

Why did you end it when we'd only just begun?

Why did you leave me if you think I'm 'so much fun'?

Why did you say you love me then leave without a care?

Why did you even bother with me, do you really think it's fair?

For these questions, you have no answers, no reasons, no because

And now that you’ve gone my world is still, I’m permanently on pause.

Tuesday, 21 September 2010

Mask and Disguises.

I have a disguise to keep me hidden
And a mask so I go unnoticed
But every now and then I take them off
And run free as myself.
I get skirts and dresses
When all I want is trousers
I squirm with discomfort as a crawl into the skirts
I wriggle and fidget and can’t sit still
In these clothes that cling to me.

My life is based on lies
As they cannot see me.
They look at me and see another
I look in the mirror and see the same.
I know who I am but they do not.

They call me Sarah but that’s not me
My name is David...so why don’t they see?

Thursday, 2 September 2010

Tricked

Her hair brushes her warm face
As she turns to smile at me
Eyes glittering and with a spring in her step
She makes her way over
The sun guides her across the room
As I return her smile I feel her arms around me
And I melt
As she pulls away I feel a sharp pain
I put my hand to my back
It returns red and dripping
She throws her head back and cackles
Eyes ablaze
And her nails like daggers
I'm trapped in a flaming circle

Tricked once more by a devil in
disguise...