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Winter Was Fire
Winter
was
fire.
But a cold one.
A flame so icy hot
it consumed me.
You were there.
Wild and bright
and dangerous,
like the flame.
I was there.
Alive and threatening
and burning,
like the embers.
We were there together.
Smoldering like cooling coals.
Our love
the fire
warming the night.
With you,
Winter
was
fire.
To Be Remembered
Unnoticed again,
my insides scream.
"I need to be someone!"
(Homeless but not alone)
Unwanted this time,
my eyes flood diamonds.
"I need to be someone!"
(Held but not surrendered)
Unloved once more,
my fibers cry.
"I need to be someone!"
(Hurt but not forgotten)
An Introduction
My name is John.
But some call me
Johnny or Johnathon or J.
Some friends give me nicknames like
Afropuff or Dancin' John or Boo.
But you can call me what you want.
I sing, I dance,
I act, I cheer.
I push the envelope and
do what I like.
If I succeed, it's justified.
But you can try and change that.
I like boys
and that makes me stronger.
Being different lifts me higher,
although sometimes it seems that's
only good for a further fall.
But you can think what you like.
I'm John.
I'm different,
I'm emotional,
I'm gay,
and I'm me.