1. Silent When Opportunities Arise
Falling more in love with each passing hour,
The young man stands at the service counter, waiting, watching
He watches his workmate fumble vitamin bottles of powder
He watches him stoop low and try to catch them, stop them all from smashing
The young man laughs nervously,
"Nice one, almost lost my vote just then."
The other young man stays silent and smiles,
His heart beat flutters uncontrollably
He spends the night in hapless wonder,
What will it take for his feelings to shine through?
Desperation makes him weak to his emotions, but his conscience keeps him silent...
2. Falling Into and Out Of Love - The Hard Way
Almost a year ago today,
He had another boy's heart in his hand...
He had no clue of what to do with it,
He had no clue of what to say
Almost a month ago today,
He kissed him tentatively on the lips,
He felt nothing in response from his flame
He felt nothing in response from his brain;
He had no choice but to stay...
The first time he found out his 'friend' wasn't single,
The second he found out he himself wasn't 'that' gay.
Both times he ended it with an apology
and both times he was asked to stay...
He tried to forget, but the memories remain,
His flame screwed him over the first time,
He went back to him all the same,
But he called it off on the second...
When he found his 'friend' had no home to stay in,
But even though he's confident in his decisions,
those first memories always remain...
3. "Thank you so much, man!"
'I think you should hug him!"
"Yeah, you're right, I should! Hey, come here _ _ _ _."
The only boy in school he had a crush on, and the only one he had reason to beleive was on his team, hugged him and held him that day, all because he had given him a dollar for a "gold-coin donation day" at school. The embrace was so bitter sweet that even the memory now, almost 3 months on, makes his heart feel heavy with longing; the longing to have someone truly want to be with and near - in close proximity - to him... but for more than just a fleeting moment in time.
4. The people that he fights against the hardest, always end up being his favourites and the ones who are closer to him than everyone else thinks.
Like the time they went to Kindilan; there was one boy who always bullied him... for being who (what) he was. But it was that same boy who always wanted him to sing when he played his guitar...
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Look, what I'm trying to admit is that it hasn't been a walk in the park for me, but it's been the most worthwhile journey I've ever actually carried through with...
And god, I think I may have made a rule about quotes countering poems? I did didn't I...
Well, what I want you to know, is from my own personal, (yet obviously still growing) experience, is that sometimes the people that you think have it out for you the worst - the ones who you really think don't like you - are the ones who want you around the most. Sure, I mean, obviously, they're the kind of dickhead-like people and can most definitely live life just fine without you, but casting aside your differences with those kinds of people can often lead you to a FLIPPIN HELLA FUN friendship. That guy, he bagged on me for being me EVERY. SINGLE. CLASS... EXCEPT FOR Music. I think that that class changed our outlook on each other when he said something that insinuated something about me and I told him,
"If you have anything to say to me, say it now, I won't deny a thing if it's true. But for god's sake, man up and say it to me straight.". From then on, it was more like...
"Yeah okay, we are who we are, let's move on."
That was the one class where our differences didn't exist and even though we still paid each other out, it was light hearted and friendly, and he always asked me for assistance when performances came along and he had no clue of how he would pass because even though he was a great guitarist, he was lazy. Of course I helped him, it was fun AND it helped us become less and less hostile towards each other.
So the moral of this... ummm, always work to put aside anything tht contributes to animosity/anger/hatred, sure it's hella tough, but the reward - if it works out - is worth so much more than small amount of pain you'll go through.
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Poetic Inversion
PoetryJust a collection of poems and quotes I've written or heard over the years, some recent, some not so recent. Mostly depressing, so... Not for the faint of heart. No, life isn't always dark, it's not always bad, but it's easier to focus on the bad th...
