Epitaph of him,Eulogy through my eyes

This is the way of the tomorrow's end.how proud I am to have been their with you till the end. I wish i could say more thing but it just can't seem to process, a thought in my mind tells me i know all your likes, dislikes,your quirks,your moves, the way you laugh the way you smile, you say you never cry, you never show your anger just release it from another side. Is someone less of a man if they show emotions is being a man that important?To withhold to conserve, its all i really knew of him, always closed always inside his own mind,always always convoluted but always homogeneous.I have two ears, i have four minds, i have a heart, all we need...is for your story to be told.

Burn the Heart

Why must my heart and my eyes decieve my mind
to realize the hurt and pain twist into the sane
with in the secrets theirs no one to blame
to let the flame and beat the frame to the point in the authority
of which you call a man.
Is this what you want its this how its suppose to be
to cry and bleed feel the need to see
find the truth and blees it be wha is this world
with in that i seek
your holding me tightly
afraid to let go but their is always one thing i want you to know
this is the end.

Overcoming the Voices Inside

I've seen it many times death in every line coursing through every vein he whispers and calls out my name my blood runs cold my eyes blood shot a dream that breaks and shatters like a ocean's force against a small rock. I look into those eyes and all i see is mine i look into that face and it makes me wanna cry.that one person that beats and claws on the inside is staring and watching me through a murderous pair of eyes. my instinct says run but my thought keep me frozen in time a raise me hand and lift my head.SAY HELLO TO YOUR FATE ITS ALMOST TIME BACK FROM WENCE YOU CAME INSIDE MY MIND YOUR DESTRUCTION SHALL NEVER COME BECAUSE ITS ALL MY TIME...


overcoming the voices inside

Cry out the past

From past and time and now again, to feel so kept from the things you love and hold dear. To wake up and realize that what you felt and how you feel has gotten stronger. To remember the past is to remember all the pain the suffering turning to a bottle of clonidine to sleep forever never to wake and when you don't you try to cut open a vain trying to drift into the seam.This is insane to feel so alone to be left out just because the way you think is not what they want!To be ripped apart from the inside of your heart for your mother your mother the woman who gave you life to say your not her son she rather you dead she'd rather you gone do you call that a mom. to have a dad who doesnt look at you just looks past, in his eyes his only son dies and the moon sets then and at that night he tries to end it again.

Wake of lost love

I watch you looking at me from afar. i just flirt alittle just so show you that I'm into you but you turn around because youR friends got some kind of issue. You wont look at me when there around. I say hi but not a sound are you that afriad even thought I would be too but I feel were meant to be just me in you. Always with the staring why must we wait if the hate fOr being you forget them and don't blame me for it thats. Ive been shattered many times by the same thing you doin me making me crazy cause when you with yo friends you be abusing me. I'm tired of this wake it’s time to face my fate from death until the end my life will start over again.

REAL FRIENDS PLEASE

So clean its serene blazin threw the seam.looking like the queen she’ll never be. her life so hard but she keep her head up instead of droppin it down to let adude nut up.she grew up. thanking god that she not that prostitute on the corner knowin her since the age of 2.and then at 17 when they went on a double date with they boo. she was over there talking bout how miss you stayed at cho house and all she left you was a ply of paper tissue. Good friends will last you to the endand be witchu. Bad ones will stick around until you make then they go stick you. The problem is finding themout before they getchu and tellin them to get the steppin before the talkin bout missin you isawbitch who get the fuck you aint no real friend you just settin around waitin for me to getta buck.

Gay..Born or Choice

Let Me ask you something. Being gay is it a choice or are people born that gay.If you ask a gay person they'll either say they dont know how or why there gay or they were born that way, and it's just the way we feel.If you ask a striaght person what they think they'll say we chose to deny god's will or were mentally ill or bad parenting.Well me I'm gay and I think that when people ar eborn they're not gay or striaght. I believe that people's minds already know wht they want like how men are attracted to a women scent or those feromons and woman are attracted to mens smells .which is why when people ask me why im gay i say ask my mind its the thing that sends singnals threw my body that makes me hot when i see a very hot guy.Which this makes me think more the miond is a very complex subject to write about and how does the mind really work and how it makes us feel . many people think god put us on this world and made us who we are then lets yopu think on your own or so called free will. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND FEEL ABOUT THIS TOPIC.