Born Gay

They are not born gay, right?
They have a choice alright.

They choose to spend their life in difficulty and misery
to fall in love with someone that they can never marry
They choose to be different, and picked on, and bullied
and cautious of others and ever wary
They choose to make their parents cry and disown them
and their family blame them for choices
They choose to be stifled and quieted, ignored
and told to lower their voices

They are not born gay?  HA!!
If you think that, YOU are the one born with a flaw!!

Tight Jeans

Tight jeans
Not okay.
Uncomfortable in my pants
Makes it an uncomfortable day

I don't want to eat anything
for fear they'll get tighter
This is a challenge
but I am a fighter
My stomach is growling
I can barely sit
Why, oh why did I wear these
jeans that don't fit?
I should have done wash
I have other pants
then I wouldnt have another
of these tight-jeans-rants
But I can't quit now
I chose this trial
and going without pants
is not really in style
I'm hiding the muffin top
with a big shirt, it's red
Oh why didn't I wear
some nice sweats instead??

tight jeans
you wont win
Someday, you'll be comfortable
when I'm thin.

Color

The sky is gray and quiet
The sorrow still impeding
The world is still and silent
Like every day preceding

The food is dull and tasteless
The sounds are strained and weary
The shapes are dark and formless
The eyes are tired and bleary

No hope or faith dwell in this place
For they are tinted yellow
No dark red love, No purple joy
No blue or greenish mellow

No orange excitement, No gold allure
No sky blue thoughts of truth
Not even brown of steady work
or pastel shades of youth

Regard my friend, with darkened eyes
the world that now abides
where want will flourish and life will die
where color does not reside

So hold on to the blue, my friend
the color of the sea
and hold on to the purple
for a life thats filled with glee

Hold on to the red for love
and stay focused on the gold
and hold on to the yellow
for the hope the world may hold

The Cheese is Old and Moldy

Have you ever looked in your fridge
and had a chunk of something green
You don't remember what it was once
but what you've seen cannot be unseen

You find it, you pause for a moment
and consider just closing the door
have hardened, half covered, part white
wrapped in plastic, perhaps in a drawer

and at first, you're afraid to just touch it
for you might contract some disease
but next, you want to destroy it
Yes, its old.  Its moldy.  its cheese

Consider the cheese in this state
for in cheese its common for mold
and cheese in itself is a process
that is made by making milk old

In fact its the mold that makes flavor
in come cheeses, it has to contain
where milk is one of the ingredients
but mold is another main

We all have had time our life when
we are defeated, we're lost or beaten
we have had time when we run across
some food that should long have been eaten

We have sometimes continued past prime
and were hardened or ruined or scary
But sometimes defeat is just flavor
You can learn a lot from dairy. 
*giggle*

No More Pretending

Lets not pretend to be friends
Its more work than its worth at this time
For all, there are beginnings and ends
and for some, they're empyreal, sublime
for us, there was equal enrapture
for moments I shall not soon forget
Time evades, you cannot capture
and disdain does the goodness offset
and soon all the feelings of wonder
will be empty and leave us bereft
with the greatest of all as the blunder
to hang on 'til there's nothing left
so lets hold on to magic of prior
and let time animosity cleanse
Allow the flame to die out of desire
but please, not pretend to be friends

G     C   G
G      C    G
F    DM    A   G
F        G   C

Daydreams

What if I woke up one day
And found out this was all a lie
What if I looked out the window
And beneath the bright blue sky
Was a foreign land of grass and meadows
Where daises and tulips were planted
With horses dancing through trails weaving
Down to the forest enchanted
And I sat at the top of a castle tower
Beneath the tallest spire
Trapped forever and guarded by
A dragon that breathes fire
What if I found out that world was real
And the one that I knew was the fake
The result of a spell from an evil witch
Who cast it for jealous's sake
But in this imprisonment no one would save me
For the dragon incited such fear
Would I look out my window and daydream all day
And wish I could come back to here?

Searching

I want something I cannot find
Though I've looked high and low
Everyday is spent in searching
Though I lost it long ago

I want something that is not here
That I have seen before
But yet I do not have it now
And it haunts me to my core

I search in songs and poetry
I dive into make believe
I absorb myself in goals and work
So in its absence I don't grieve

I twist my mind with puzzles
I distract my head with games
I surround myself with superficial
I fill my head with names

But all endeavors fail as such
For still I cannot find
The quiet I am dying for
The simple peace of mind

Every day

I don't need love to define who I am
Every day I am confident, strong
I don't need a man to stand by my side
Fairy Tales are foolish and wrong
I don't mind facing each daily defeat
Without the support of a mate
Every day, each challenge can help me grow
Undaunted, confronting my fate
I don't care if you don't find me good enough
Your approval is not required
Every day, I continue to face my own life
And pretend I'm not lonely and tired
I don't need love to define who I am
Every day, I find strength but instead
My heart disagrees as I wipe away tears
Every night, climb alone into bed