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Days
By: Christopher G****
Some days I laugh. Some I don't. Some days I wish, wish for someone to hold me. Some I wonder why I am still single? Some days I dream if I am going to have a nine to five job, the house, the partnet, the car, the life. Days I wonder why am I shy? Why don't I shake hands? Days, and days go by. Cloudy days, sunny days, humid days. Some days I am depressed. Some I'm not. And some days are just those type of days I get my period, and ruin my white couch.
On this page I'll express myself through my poetry. I often write poems about my life, what's happening. Something that inspire me, so you'll often read new freaky, queer (weird) poems. So don't be surprised, because I actually write this.
Hey Mister
By: Christopher G****
Hey Mister! Yes, you. "Oh we'll call you back..." Yeah, right! You never call back. Idiot! How come you tell people "We're hiring; come apply..." and you never call back? Bastard! I wasted my ink, my time, my strength just applying for you! Fuck you Apiece of TX, Xpress, Hall Mark, Wal Mark. Fuck you all! I rather work for a fast food chain. Not really assholes!
(Some of the companies names were misspelt on purpose to avoid court!)
Invisable
By: Christopher G****
You walk through me as if I am a ghost. You don't listen to me as if my opinion, no say-so. You look over me when I have a creative idea. I'm right here; look damn it! Don't over look me because of my fucking color, of my preference, of my alternatives, of my disabilities! I'm human too! I eat, I cry, I sleep, I pee. Don't wlak over me; can't you hear my screaming? Don't you dare look down on me! Can't you hear me trying to come out?
Parody
By: Christopher G****
To touch, or not to touch, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer the sings, and arrows of pleasure, or to call for harrasment. "I touch, you touch, we all touch for pleasure. Grab your patner, and swing them around, and touch them when they hit the ground." Sometimes when you touch strangers they attack you. When they file for restraing orders, that's just another way of saying "I love you!" But when the Cops come, run for your life! Oh don't touch people with rashes they make you itch. Don't touch people at retirement homes they urinate on you!
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Sarcasm
By: Christopher G****
Oh...I'm sorry did my voice sounded like I cared? Sarcasm, yes it's me! Sarcasm helps me! I would show emotion, but what's this word you speak of "emotion"? What are feelings? Well if I could; I wouldn't, because I have no heart. People hate when I am sarcastic. But without sarcasm I'm normal...I'm average...I'm You! Sarcasm is how I show my emotions, my feelings. Emotions, and feelings are my weakness. I love sarcasm, it's my sense of humor! Oh if you want me to show my nice side... Well your looking at it, or reading it! I rather fuck a dying cow, than be nice. See I am nice. It's me being nice; get use to it!
Run Away
By: Christopher G****
I want to runaway from my fears. I want to runaway from rules. I want to runaway homophobics. I want to runaway from small mindedness. I want to runaway from you! It's people like you who make me want to runaway for being myself. You make me gorge, pill off my face, eat it, vomit it out, and then glue it back together. It's people like you who make me runaway from my problems. Enough is enough! Walk a mile in my shoes. Walk around the school, and get called horrible names. You feel the pain; not being yourself? This is what I am. You can't change it. I can't erase ignorance from small minded, immature little children like you! I am what I am, you are what you are; let me be in peace.
Chose
By: Christopher G****
It's hard to chose between life, and death. As he song "What About" blares in the background. As my head tilted down face the icy cold bath tub filled with water. As my tears hit the ground the more weak I become. When I close my eyes I see ugliness. My busted lip, my red eyes from crying, and me. I shoul't be here. Here on Earth. No one wants me here. Please oh please. I'm tired of getting hurt. Who are you; as I look into the water. Your no one just a pathetic little loser. I wonder whose coming to my fiuneral? Probably no one since I was never loved. Well we'll see soon.
See you then.
Confusion
By: Christopher G****
I need time, love. I need time, love, space. I need time, love, space. I need me. I made some mistakes just to learn who I am. I'm so tired of people telling me what to be, what to do, and what I am. Step into my nasty world tell me what you see. Shh... Don't tell all of my secrets if you know what I mean. What would it take for you to just leave with me? Have no fear. There is no time to lose. I might not be here tomorrow, so just make your move. Oh yes you know it's true. I wanna feel the way you feel. C'mon. I'm running away. I'm running away like this. I'm sorry for living my life. I did everything you wanted me to, but now I need me. Stop! Just listen. I'm here to testify, that I don't belong to you! I had enough I'm not your property as from today. Walk a mile in my shoes, do me right, or I'm threw with you. You don't even know what it's like
to be me.
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