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it's been 28 hours. since she stared at me. speechless. since I felt attractive. since I was surrounded. by people that found me interesting. that saw what I let them see. and nothing else.
Cue the drum beats. Call my name. Turn the spotlight. On my game. Watch me dancing. Hold your breath. Horses singing. Sudden death. Ribboned fingers. Palest skin. Hair up too tight. Heartbeat: thin.
Yes I am, just a man. I change my words just like I change my plans. Write me up, where I stand. In this city where our privacy's banned. I've become, just a name.
This is confusing This picking and choosing Deciding who to be And how to be Walking through hallways Watching the floor creep by Hearing some laughter A comment, a whisper As I walk hurriedly...
Different letters. Different years. Same place. Same tears. But I do not hurt. I don't get cold. I do not feel. It's getting old. Special day. Still the same. "Thank you, Glad you came".
If I hide beneath my quilt, Maybe it will go. If I bury under sheets, Nobody here will know. If I smile and wave my hand, It'll be just like I'm fine, If I laugh along with you, It'll be as if I...
I wish I could take off my skin. Sometimes my skin feels too thick, and I can barely feel anything through it. Other times, it feels too thin, and everything I touch feels like an electric current.
First goes on the primer To protect who she really is Second the concealer To hide a few blemishes Then we have foundation Its supposed to be the base Its supposed to be the start But it just...
new generation new age hiding behind old problems if everyone thinks you're mental you can do what you like without being judged go crazy and your folks won't budge hide behind a disorder claim to be...
What am I If I am not my thoughts.
You want me to pretend, Make believe, That I love you and you love me, You want me to lie, Show my affection, I can't show that reflection, You want more than I can give, I prefer to be me, The way...
I like to wear women's clothes, they feel so good on my skin. My boobs are just oranges and I call myself Lyn. I put my knob between my legs so I look like a lady.
I'm a chameleon I do what I do Any situation ill fit into, When talking to people from all walks if life, I Smile gracefully and change my spots to stripes.
In the distance I see the evil trojan, the conniving shrew the evil in all of you. Enemies close, friends afar, so many dangers with no chance of finding my blessed utopia.
I painted myself in Technicolor. Dividing myself into unequal numbers. My heart is a subtle pearlescent. Red/blue/gold - a symbol of my family's crescent. Due to this concrete jungle's overspray.
I am different I am man but I am also like monkey. People think I am crazy, strange, weird and different. Different how. I am an outsider.
Not so much shy As socially awkward, I'm a poet and a nerd, I feel like when I speak I'm never heard, A voice in the crowd, Cut across, hushed down, By all the others, more Interesting and...
"Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning?", "But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I?" - Alice and Wonder Land A very potent philosophical hypothesis.
- 300th Opuss - I've a sister called pretty And another called trouble. I've a cousin called stupid But that won't burst his bubble.
This nickname came from my mum I don't understand as I'm not one She always used to call me it in jest I never understood, I wasn't like the rest I was the girl others came to if in need I hated how...
I will remain, to those petty fools from school, the moustache bearing silent girl. That one over there, sitting by herself because she looks like a boy and has the social skills of a dead toad.
She is the girl that you first see, The diamond in the room. She is the one that everyone knows, Attention is her perfume. She is the girl that morphs herself Into ugly, raging lies.
I claim to be a lion, but I cannot roar I let out a small growl but I still want more I claim to be a horse, but I cannot trot Time and time again, it makes me distraught I claim to be a duck, but...
- Follow to see if I get a reply - Dearest American Apparel I'm Kraig, a nineteen year old student from sunny (joke) Dundee, Scotland; and I have a question that has been bothering me for the best...