Mojo147

You need me less, Than I need you, And while I feel this pain, You have already left. So I amble through the streets, Blind and crushed beyond obvious repair, Searching for you, Searching for who I used to be. Falling onto my knees, I know that our friendship is over, So I cry and lose the caring. I lose my weakness. Days later you come back to apologise, I've known all along that this was me, So I push you away, all confused, Because this was my choice, not yours.

You know that little voice, In the back of your mind, And you like to think it's a choice, But you know that's a lie. I don't think the world is ready for change yet, But everyday I try to change a little bit about myself, Not for self loathing, but for betterment of mind, Yet you still plague me. I am hacking at a rope of diamonds with a butter knife, And It's certainly not your fault that it's there, Because my mind wove the rope - gave it brittle substance, While my imagination proved it was real with nothing more than belief. I am sorry it had to be you, But my heart chose it, not I, Just know I am trying to let go. I am so sick of th

The longer I wait, The easier it becomes, To sink to that horrendous fate, Of being the one ignored. Because while you stare at the flyscreen roof, Those around you in tents of warmth giggle softly, And you know in your heart that the boy you love is in one of them, And you know he will never love you back because its not 'right'. So you make a vow to stop this foolish love, This unreciprocated pain. But the morning after, while you stoke the fire of loneliness he comes, To check how you are, and he smiles, shattering resolve like bullets through glass. I guess being gay was never meant to be easy, But I think every time I see him that, 'H

The salt tang sprays, The roar lessens for but a moment, And beside me, a ghost of him lays, Frozen, sightless eyes dormant. I have loved but only in mind, And as the crash falls upon the ghost, Whatever do I happen to find, But the chains who have held me host. Those chains tighten as I fight, But the apparition has gone, And in that divine light, I find the will to go on.

For those who reach the top, Of that mental capacity, We know we can rise higher, But we must wait for those below, To catch up. The winds buffet and gust, Attempt to blow us down, But we resist and we hold on, To those few things we have, Love. Friendship. Trust. The Earth and the Sun, They berate us with raw power, They blast us with the fury of the gods. But nothing can touch us with the help, We received from the friends we almost left behind. Near the top we have wings, We have a soaring understanding of all, Those few that came with us, Are changed, but not in the way we thought. I gave you everything, and as the others drift, We wil

Everything flows and ebbs. This wave of life will leave, The world will be brought to it's knees, And those left will see, That we abused our right as humans. Everything ashen and grey. They decide to start again, But realise we almost left it too late, And once again human life will abate, Maybe its time for human wont to change? The sky darkens. The flow has increased once more, Ash and smoke fills the air, The blackened trunks all bare, Have we changed for the worst? The sky clears. The sun shines continuously, Silver and black reflect her rays, They kept their ravenous tendencies at bay, For now at least.

Annoyance and boredom fills the minds of those people who can't even begin to comprehend what is happening. They lull into a sleep, while those with intelligence and curiosity sit on the edge of their seats to excited to find out what happens next. This happens every year, in the same dank room with the same boring generation. We are all filtered in by the initial letter of our surname. Some people are lucky, and survive the utter murderous boredom which threatens to overwhelm most. It is a strange way to make a difference to society, but it always worked. Every year those who had fallen to sleep during the ceremony awoke feeling brighter and

You taunt me with your looks, I find myself forgetting my books. You make me angry with your selfishness, I find myself forgetting with but a kiss. Give me your hand, And I will take you around the lands. But you forget I need a life too.. Leaving is my freedom, And you are my chains.