| The poem that started it all. Written in the year 2000, as a freshman in high school. |
| The poem that started it all. Written in the year 2000, as a freshman in high school. |


For KyleYou're unbiased Not picking sides in this And I'm grateful For your support and acceptanceFor Kyle
Kyle Standing in the glow of a neon sign 24 HOUR COFFEE AND ESPRESSO With a pocket full of water balloons A grin big enough to believe in Scandalously streaking Playing baseball in the intersection You offered your body on that street corner To save this place To save this place that saved us all
It's 3am and I'm so tired Confide in me, like I've tried to Confide in you Can you keep a secret? Try to
I'll make you my comp


Praying ManA praying man, this boy, this friend A kindred soul, a kind old soul My kind of mate A tease, a date A lover, a dreamer A doer, believer Believe herPraying Man
This boy, my friend, a praying man Speaks words to gods Into my hands Spilling forth from lips Into the tips Of fingers, lips Into my ear Against my tears Against these fears
My friend, the boy A kindred soul, a kind old soul My kind of mate A tease, a date A lover, a dreamer A doer, believer Believe her
This boy, my friend, the praying man


What To Do Now?Move out Move in Recover again Rejoice Feel Let the boy in Feel it out Feel him up Fall in love Run away Run to him Just give inWhat To Do Now?
It'll all be okay


Dreamed of ThisI ache, I sigh Haligh, haligh I heave and try Haligh, halighDreamed of This
This kiss, these lips I've often dreamed Of this Like this, like this Such bliss, your kiss I'll miss this kiss I'll miss the bliss I've dreamed of this These lips
I cry, I moan Alone, alone I break, condone Alone, alone
This room, my womb It's now a tomb It looms, this room Around me, swoons This room, it dooms My womb, the tomb
I've dreamed I'll be Alone
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The wise man in the storm prays to God, not for safety from danger, but deliverance from fear.
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The wise man in the storm prays to God, not for safety from danger, but deliverance from fear.
Thx for the nice comment.
greetz Drastique
greetz Drastique
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Thx for the nice comment.
Drastique
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