I wish I could

I wish I could make it better,
Wish I could make it go away.
I wish I could show you,
Wish I could make you see.

To show you this is ok,
Show you we are all here.
To show you that you're not alone,
Show you that we care.

To try and help you understand,
Try to get you through.
To try to stop you from hurting,
Try to help you.

Homeward Bound

Life is a voyage that is homeward bound,
A huge long journey that goes round and round,
Starts from life, and ends in the ground,
But life is always homeward bound.

The Perfect Two

“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.” 
― Dr. Seuss


Started out as a mistake,
A hand held tight, give or take,
I thought your feelings were all fake,
Then my heart began to ache.

Thoughts of you filled my head,
Scared of what would come ahead,
You loved her, or so you said,
But then you turned and fled.

Soon it was just me and you,
As they said, the perfect two,
I felt something strange and new,
I knew we were to see this through.

Here we are, months along,
And we are still going strong,
We proved that they were so wrong,
Together for so long.

I pray and hope that this will last,
Laying out upon the grass,
Time with you moves so fast,
Our future will become our past.

The Perfect Two

“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.” 
― Dr. Seuss


Started out as a mistake,
A hand held tight, give or take,
I thought your feelings were all fake,
Then my heart began to ache.

Thoughts of you filled my head,
Scared of what would come ahead,
You loved her, or so you said,
But then you turned and fled.

Soon it was just me and you,
As they said, the perfect two,
I felt something strange and new,
I knew we were to see this through.

Here we are, months along,
And we are still going strong,
We proved that they were so wrong,
Together for so long.

I pray and hope that this will last,
Laying out upon the grass,
Time with you moves so fast,
Our future will become our past.

Hope across the bay

The bridge across the water stands,
High above the hills and sands,
Connecting the piece of land,
To hope across the bay.

Offers solitude and peace,
To those who long for it to cease,
Run across to find release,
In hope across the bay.

But there you'll find no still or calm,
No lovers joined in palm to palm,
Lacks reading of insightful psalms,
No hope across the bay.

You'll find a land consumed with rage,
Thoughts trapped within a cage,
Stay for a day or an entire age,
Lost hope across the bay.

Change your views and change your ways,
Slightly different with every day,
Oblivious in your engulfing haze,
You're the hope across the bay.

This is the world you longed to find,
Realise now that you were blind,
There never was any kind,
Of hope across the bay.

The silent audience

There is something growing inside of me, overtaking my thoughts and changing the way I view the world. It makes me different from everyone else, even though no one else can see it. Buried deep down inside of me I can feel it stirring. Pushing its way out of me, until I am too scared to open my mouth in fear that it would throw itself out of me and present itself to the world. Hiding it has become a life style now. Keeping it secret so no one knows I'm different. A massive weight is heavy on my shoulders. The weight of the secret is too much, and I can feel it burning and running through my veins. It is a part of me now, I suppose it always has been. Imagine how that feels. Concealing a part of you because you are too ashamed to tell it. No one would ever understand. It has to come out eventually. It will kill me if it stays secret. Crushing me down and threatening my whole existence.
And then it is loose. It runs out of me, breaking me in two with its force. I have no chance of stopping this great monster. I can see it flying past my eyes and falling onto the ears of my stunned audience. They stare, silently. Collecting their thoughts, and debating what to say in response. Yet it keeps on breaking out of my until I feel empty. It has gone from me and it is free to anyone who wants to embrace it. Yet, no one does.
The silence is broken by the screams of pain and betrayal. The running about and the panic is a sign of the attitudes of those around me. No one is still and no one is quiet. Except me. I am still. Not moving. Lost in the thought that I am free to be who I want to be. I no longer have to hide in shadows and keep secrets about something that is a part of me. I can see the truth dancing around in front of me and I am free.
There is something growing inside of them. It changed the way they see me, and how they act around me. I can see it buried down deep inside of them. Pushing them away from me, making them scared when I am near them. I walk down a road and I am alone. Pushed out of society. Made to feel small and insignificant. Those same words thrown at me, trying to hurt me. The hate I receive makes me wish I never let my secret out.

All of this because I am gay.

Pleasant Lullaby

In the door, you came to call,
You the one who knew it all,
Flash a smile, a hand held tight,
An invite for another night.

The doorbell rings, she straightens her dress,
A night planned perfectly to impress,
The look in your eyes, she comes alive,
You leave as quick as you arrive.

Time moves on, all is fine,
Exchanging words like yours and mine,
You've both grown, you're someone new,
You love her and she loves you.

The world stops still, chill in the air,
You said that you just don't care,
You're sick of it all, this is the end,
There's nothing left for you to mend.

Out of door, you turned away,
Ignored the begging calls to stay,
No looking back, no last goodbye,
Here ends our pleasant lullaby.