The songs we sing,
Aren't enough anymore.
The prayers we prayed,
Weren't heard.
No matter how many tears we cry,
The dead won't come back to life.
And no, I won't howl anymore.
And no I won't be safe anymore
No matter how many times we hear the ones of our kind cry,
No matter how many times, they shoot the life
Out of us,
No matter, no matter;
No matter what we do.
They won't stop,
They will keep on shooting
Brothers, no matter, how loud we raise our voice,
Our children have no save place for life
And no matter how many times we see,
The lights fade out from the eyes of our beloved,
They won't stop killing and screamin
I was eight years old
When I learned his name
He taught me all kinds of games
Imagine my surprise as a teen
when he told me of his sex-uality
It made some sense
as time went by
I learned he could braid
while I could try
As time went past
and we grew old
he grew tall
and I grew bold
Then on the street
Someone called his name
He turned around...
He died that day.
The man was cruel
the man was young
He shot my friend
thought it was fun
He was drunk
as far as I could see
And thats the story
of my gay friend and me.
Shatter
I sit alone atop this hill,
the air is dry, the trees are still
my soul is free, my eyes are glazed
my hands are cold, my mind is hazed
Remember a time I had a life
into my pocket, draw a knife
slash two lines along my wrists,
tense my palms, tense my fists
as the blood runs down my arm,
lose the fear, feel the calm
"Its over now" I lightly say
I twist, I turn,I look away
Close my eyes to shield the glow,
sunset gleaming through the snow
failure of my heart, my soul
emotions black, black as coal
lie alone, my blood, my grave,
No need for courage, no life to save
Breathe in slow, my final breath
embrace my time, my
This Is Our Sweet Blasphemy 001 by PATDRydenforever21, literature
Literature
This Is Our Sweet Blasphemy 001
The warm breeze felt good on my face and blew back my raven colored hair. It fell back into place as the wind moved on, resting once again past my frail shoulders. The sounds of my peers filled my ears, it was once again lunch time at East Wood High. The metal bench grates dug into my thighs as I sat down at one of the outdoor tables.
Throwing my lunch sack on the table, I let out a tired sigh. Couldn't school start later? Must they insist that I drag my ass out of bed every morning at 7 AM? Apparently they did have their reasons, because they do it every morning.
A pair of red pouty lips smiled across from me. Scout plopped down, her skirt