Poetry 2015 - Odessa McNiel (beautiful books to read txt) 📗
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Ten little fingers.
Ten little toes.
Barely four years old.
Chubby, pink cheeks.
Sweet, wet kisses.
Tiny arms wrapped 'round my neck.
From "Sissy, let's spin!"
To "Dessi, let's play!"
My big ole heart
Melts every single day.
That ear to ear grin
Plastered on his face
Is what I look forward to
At the end of my day.
I love this little guy
More than you know.
He's my monkey,
My minion,
My sidekick.
And I know
That I'm his world.
Can You Hear The Music?
People make music.
You hear it everyday
From the piece in your ear
To the words that you say.
But do you ever hear the real music?
Do you ever look around?
Do you ever speak the real words?
Do you ever hear the real sound?
I'm different.
I know.
I've been told my whole life.
From teachers.
To parents.
To peers.
They take one look
At the hand I hold
Or the lips I kiss,
And they judge
Not the kiss or what it means
But who I'm kissing
And what that means.
They preach against it
In their homes and
In the House,
But am I really that different?
Am I so unequal
That you'd rather tax me
Than let me love
Who I love?
Am I so different
That you'd rather ignore me
Than let me be
Your best friend?
Why am I so different?
What makes you so special?
Why is your love so divine?
Why is it so much better than mine?
Love is love.
There should be no discrimination.
Why should it matter
If I'm straight,
Or gay,
Or lesbian,
Or bisexual?
There is nothing in the bible
That says I'm different.
It's just the way people interpret it.
In God's eyes, I know I'm perfect.
But they want the perfect race,
No deviance.
They're no better
Than the Nazis.
For God's sake,
We live in the land of the free!!!
We have the freedom
To pursue happiness,
According to the Bill of Rights.
It wasn't gender or race specific.
So, shouldn't everybody be
Able to love who they love?
To kiss who they want?
Without the judgement?
Or indifference?
Love is love.
It's a natural thing.
We can't help who we fall for.
Sometimes it just happens.
Girls fall for girls,
And boys fall for boys.
It's beautiful
What they share.
It's amazing that
They can take
All that they go through.
They shouldn't have to,
But they do.
So, take a good look
While you sit there and judge
And get angry at their love.
This is true love.
Different Love (Version 2)I'm different.
I know.
I've been told my whole life.
From teachers.
To parents.
To peers.
They take one look
At the hand I hold
Or the lips I kiss,
And they judge
Not the kiss or what it means
But who I'm kissing
And what that means.
They pretend I'm different
Because of what's on the surface.
They don't take the initiative
To look a little closer.
They glance at the reflection
And scoff with disgust.
Love is love- no matter who it's with.
You should be able to love who you love
And to kiss who you want
Without the judgement or indifference.
That's the definition of true love.
Bully 2/4/15
They say those words-
Those hurtful phrases.
They slap my heart
And toy with my emotions.
Sticks and stones
May break your bones.
But words can't hurt
Your feelings, right?
It's the claim they make
Until they're red in the face.
But still the agony
Takes its toll.
They play the role of innocent
When trouble comes their way.
No one ever believes you
Or what you have to say.
The release should be easier
Now than before.
But does it really make a difference
When you're deader than a door?
The Black Parade 2/11/15
I saw your face today,
Etched deeply in that cold stone.
I traced every feature and every line.
And because no one else was there,
I cried for you.
I remember the Christmas
Before you took your life.
I caught you in the bathroom,
Cutting yourself
With that rusty, old knife.
You didn't say a word
As I took it from your grasp.
You were sickened with grief.
But because no one else knew,
I lied for you.
I don't know why
I didn't stop you the second time.
I guess I wasn't fast enough.
Maybe I already knew
Your sickness had finally beaten you.
I attended your Black Parade,
Hiding behind the grim facade.
I stood there alone
Without your hand to hold
And never was a tear shown.
Now, as you lay your black hand in mine,
I think I know how you felt
On that day I took the bullet for you,
The day no one else was around,
The day I died for you.
Untitled 5 (2/11/15)My eyes are red and puffy.
My face spotted and blotchy.
The tear stains are clear as day,
But when you ask,
I'll have nothing to say.
Promise Me 2/15/15Promise me, my love,
To hold me when I break,
If only to hold me together
So as not to disappear forever.
Promise me, my love,
To be there when I fall,
If only to pick me up
And dust off my bruises.
Promise me, my love,
To love me forever and ever,
If only to kiss me
Every night before we retire.
Promise me, my love,
To kiss me under
The light of a thousand stars,
If only to see
The passion glowing in my eyes.
Promise me, my love,
'Til death do us part
And the church bells sing:
To be my rock
When I am weak.
To be my sight
When I cannot see.
To be the words
I cannot speak.
To be life
Where there is death.
Promise me, my love,
To be the only thing I'll ever need.
Simulation 2/20/15I am God
Or so it seems.
I control this person
That tiny blip on the screen.
I know what you're thinking.
I know how you'll act.
When I press the next button,
You'll know it for a fact.
You think you're an individual
And that you have your own brain.
But what you don't know is
I'm the one that keeps you sane.
I'm the mastermind
Behind these evil schemes.
Soon you'll find out
Not everything is as it seems.
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