Once again, I don't normally post comments before my poems, but this one deserves one. This poem is about me. It's about my life. It's about being asexual in a world where few people understand what that means. This one goes out to all of those asexuals who have ever felt alone and/or misunderstood in their sexuality.
Words: 305

When you think ' ( Read more... )

Written: 7/29/2010
Word count: 93

Perhaps I am wrong about life.
Maybe it isn't all bad.
After all, there is music,
And not all sonatas are sad.

Perhaps I am wrong about love
It can't be all that bad.
If it was, no one would want it
And no one would look so glad.

Perhaps I am wrong about tears.
Maybe they aren't all for pain.
Some are from laughter,
Some keep ( Read more... )

I don't usually write comments on my poetry before I post it, but I think this one warrants it. I absoulutely love this poem. I may be bias, but I think this one is really good, probably one of my best. Um, yeah. That's it. Just wanted to praise myself for my own writing.

Written: a year ago
Word count: 185

There are words in my head

That are better ( Read more... )

Written: 4 years ago
Word Count: 80

She gave me a necklace to symbolize our friendship.
But I was afraid the necklace would tarnish
And that our friendship would too.
And it did.

He gave me flowers to symbolize his love for me.
But one by one the flowers wilted, shriveled up, and died.
And I thought his love might too.
And it did.

You gave me nothing to ( Read more... )

Written: 4 years ago
Word count: 92

When I hear them all drumming,
I'll take out my drum too,
Turn to face them,
And play my own beat!

My song of freedom,
My heartbeat of pride.
I'll never let myself
Leave my own side!

At times it can be painful
But if I can be myself
Nothing can make me cry,
Not you or anyone else!

I don't care what you think ( Read more... )