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You will forget me, however not this day,
An ignorant fearful man views me as the prey,
Vengeful eyes destroy ones mind,
Never to turn around to view what's behind,
Blood you spilt, I state with a fainting voice,
The minority of society ignores while others may rejoice,
To those I met as a man,
I apologise now for closure, sorry that I ran,
I forgive those that hurt me before this day,
Also the words of separation, pain comes with what they say,
I wait for something that will never come, an revolution,
Of equal rights which have been replaced with hope, a substitution,
You will forget me, however not this day,
My grave remains hidden in the bay, I hate being gay.
An ignorant fearful man views me as the prey,
Vengeful eyes destroy ones mind,
Never to turn around to view what's behind,
Blood you spilt, I state with a fainting voice,
The minority of society ignores while others may rejoice,
To those I met as a man,
I apologise now for closure, sorry that I ran,
I forgive those that hurt me before this day,
Also the words of separation, pain comes with what they say,
I wait for something that will never come, an revolution,
Of equal rights which have been replaced with hope, a substitution,
You will forget me, however not this day,
My grave remains hidden in the bay, I hate being gay.
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Mother
You told me to not swear, yet you would swear at me daily You told me to not lie, yet you would lie to me everyday You told me that you loved me, yet I was a burden to you daily. You told me that I needed to be perfect, but what was perfection in your eyes? You told me that I failed you, but you failed me all my life You told me that you would protect me, but I needed protection from you You told me that I wasn't allowed to cry, but you were the one that made me cry You told me that you would help me, but I was the one always helping you Everyday the words still haunt me, but each day you told me to move on Everyday I can vision your anger, but each day I pretended it never really happened Everyday I hear your voice, but each day I tell myself what you have told me Everyday I needed your protection, but each day I reminded myself that I had to do this alone Mom, I still cant forget the things you have said and done, but each day i grow stronger Mom, apologies wont change a damn
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Nothing and Everything
I ain't got much for nobody,
I ain't got much of anything.
But I've got you, and that means a lot
Cos you're my everything.
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The Thrill is Gone
The Thrill is Gone:
By Robin Nederlof.
I used to think I could handle it all.
Making jokes about becoming great.
Never ever would I take the fall.
But now I know all about fate.
My mother always sang while she cooked.
She was my light, the sun and the moon.
I remember everything, the way she looked.
Why was she taken from me, so soon.
I used to think I was in control.
Life was just one big thrill.
That way of thinking took its toll.
Because now I know of gaps to fill.
My father always hugged me before going to bed.
He was my pride, passion and power.
I remember everything, the scars he had.
But in the end he was a delicate flower.
A flow
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poem 232 of 1,667 written unknown 2007
perception of person killed for being gay.
perception of person killed for being gay.
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