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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Poem: Noah’s Pain
Drip, Drip, Drip
As I am walking my broken world falls from the sky in the form of liquid
I guess the Lord is crying for me because he just saw what happened
I can’t I can’t
Is what he said to me
Earth shattering, heart breaking, relationship ending, rain pouring
Making my hopes, dreams and aspirations drown in a devastating fashion
I can’t I can’t
He said that he was too scared to follow me
He did not want to leave the house he grew in
Grew and grew into the delicate flower he represented today
His personality was like a well organized garden and I was trying to add to much clutter
Causing the flowers not to get as much sun and rot
This plan I had for us to leave and go away together
Leave this horrible place of waste
To go get lost in all kinds of weather
Together light as feathers, forever
But he will not, No!!!!! Cannot come with me
He cannot take his future to the dumpster like I can
Because the trash can of his life did not have much waste in it
Mine was overfilling by the minute
He cannot afford to get thrown out like me
He is broke
No ends, No bread, No Doe, dollars, nothing to hold him together accept me
I guess I would not be enough
His parents were like mine thinking everything was fine with his life
In the dark about who he was
He and I defy the world, but cry like the children we are to our parents
Church lectures, Society, School, others opinions could not stop us
Drip, Drip, Drip
My parents tears continue to rain on us
He is more scared then me, safe, comfortable, caged
He had grown comfortable or accustomed being held down by the shackles of life
He had found time to cope but to me freedom is like Dope
And now that I have had a taste I will no longer be placed in a cage of emotions
He can’t he can’t
Risk everything just to be with me
We to he was not worth throwing life away where as I wanted to die for him
Two souls drifted apart
We became I
Like a dagger to the vital organ in the system
I sure will miss him
Thought he was my baby but his constant maybe’s has me asking God to save me
Because I am alone now
Drip, Drip, Drip
Disappointment and failed expectations rain down on my hard head
I am shattered, broken and Damaged, Damaged, Damaged,
My heart is damaged
Now I’ll see if I can manage to walk back to my parents
17 years gone in an instant
Life experiences over and done with
No happy ending for me because I am not want they wanted their mistake
Was all of their love and support over the years just a lie
I am still a guy, I just happen to be into men
So now, so then they are not having it
They kicked me out of the house I grew accustomed to the only one I ever knew
Living on these streets in brand new
Brand New, Brand New
My parents changed the game they flip there well written script on me
No longer caring, no longer picking me up if I scrapped my knee
They are the ones that force me to fall again
My knee’s are pumping red acid from them
Drip, Drip, Drip
Sorrow coming so fast from the sky it is like my whole life has rained on me tonight
How could the walls crumble on our union
I thought we were truly intertwined as vines together on a tree cute as can be
Ooooooooh these little earthquakes, doesn’t take much to rip us into pieces
For the record I gave him everything and he left me stranded
Abandoned to face this cruel world all alone with no home
You see Faggots, Fairy’s, Queens, and Homo’s are different in many ways
Drip, Drip, Drip
Realization and regret pours
So many different prices to pay in our way of life
Not as simple as if looks a relationship eyes and the earth shook
No one is happy especially me cause the rain is overbearing continuously smothering me
Nowhere to go nowhere at all, look how quickly I had to fall
Just because I loved someone and people think it’s wrong
This is my heart, my soul, this is my song
Along the streets is where I reside
I should have just swallowed my existence and my pride
Done what society set out for me to do
I would have been free out of this house in two
Years having no more fears
Drip, Drip, Drip
My soul is crying,
In the depths where my pride is lying,
On the street where my body is dying
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