Man Made
Any sign of love and expression,
Falls hard and quick to male suppression.
My wonder of stars the sun and the moon,
Lies restless inside my impenetrable cocoon.
My hands they dance with the music so free
That is muffled as fast as the press of the key.
Moulded to be the same as my brother.
A world where we all are the same as each other.
Generation
I look around, the world is wide
Hope and joy flows through my mind.
I dream someday I will make a change,
And lead this generation away from rage.
Sit Still
When I think and I want
And I see what I need
Yet I still sit and I wait
Not moving, not breathing
I wish for change
And when offered the chance
I still sit and I wait
Not lifting a finger
The things I could have
If I did what I should
Yet still I sit and I wait
Not helping myself
I think and I want
And I see what I need
So maybe today
I will start moving
I Love You
I love you, I love you, I love you
Each time I say it makes it more true
I can’t help the way I feel
It that doesn’t make it unreal
When I look at you I see the stars
You make me feel like I’m from Mars
When I hear you I hear nature
It’s with you I want my future
I could never tell you how my heart flutters
When I see your grace as smooth as butters
You make me act like I’m on drink
Like I’m unbalanced on the rink
I can’t express how badly I’m addicted
My every thought afflicted
You make my heart ache
I wouldn’t be able to handle it break
I love you, I love you, I love you
I just want you to say it too.
Take Flight
The best day was about to begin,
My emotions and energy started to glim,
Looking at the sky,
Feeling as if I was about to fly.
What I Say
Hey there, I don’t know what to say
I’ve been told to write a poem
And to write a poem my way
But I don’t know what say
this isn’t how I normally spend my day
so I gotta figure out what’s my way
I could talk about depression
How it feels like a wave
Crashing on my boat
Yet I’m told to “listen and behave”
I could talk about politics
And how it all feels dumb
But It make the world go round
Until it blows up everyone
I could talk about diversity
And the struggles with individuality
But all of that morality stuff
Is too complex for me
I could talk about many things
None of which I’m qualified to say
But ls that they want
Is for me to do it my way
Flower
I come from lands of green,
pierced by broken tar roads with as many holes as in my head.
I come from the same house,
with the same room with the same bed,
fallen from those whose love I hold.
I lock my childhood in my heart,
but take it out when I need it,
because living can be a struggle without something that keeps me going.
I won’t let others direct the path I take, because I’d rather walk through the flowers.
How I Feel
I am the angelic sound of the heavy cast
Iron plates clashing against each other,
the sound that makes me feel something,
the sound that brings out the weak and fragile
side of me and gets me prepared to fail so that
I can succeed as I believe you cannot succeed if you have not failed
I am the sound of the oars cracking against the gate of the rowing boat,
the roars of our coach driving us on the memory’s driving me on so
lost in my thoughts I don’t notice the rain pouring and soaking me,
I am so tunnel visioned on winning and my own thoughts that
I don’t notice the other bits beside us, thus sound makes me at peace
with myself and we’re I channel all the negative emotions like
anger and rage and make something good out of it instead of
taking it out on the people closest to me,
these sports help me be me.
I Pretend
I pretend that I am the same as everyone else
I pretend that I will fit in everyday
I pretend that I am not different from the rest
I pretend that I don’t stand out
I pretend that I fly the same direction
Rugby
Rugby is a war on the field a passion off the field
A way of release for anger
A way to feel joy a true love of sport a show of sportsmanship
Playing as often as possible, real passion.
Real passion now turning to sadness the possibility of paralysis
Now higher then before constant injuries
My neck aching fear of abandoning the love of the game for myself.
Being told my livelihood, what I love coming to an end
At such a young age by fear of irreversible damage.
I am afraid and I am worried I am awake at night
Not knowing if I’ll be able to succeed in what I want.
I Come From
I come from agricultural contracting where the days are long and the hours are hard
I come from rugby where the game is tuff and my body is aching
I come from football where the fitness is hard and the coaches have destroyed it
Toxic Masculinity
I battle toxic masculinity
But I look in the mirror and punch it
But isn’t that continuity
Who am I , What’s a man
Is the question I ask when I live in this land
I want to cry but I can’t
Because then I wouldn’t be a man .
Loving Him
I love him more than anything in the world
maybe it’s not him I love
but he’s my everything
I will never love anyone else
but he’s not a man or a boy or a person
he’s my love
and that’s all I have
that’s all I need
all anyone needs
La Princesa
La princesa en perill està,
però el cavaller, a ella la salvà,
i el drac derrotà,
de la seva sang, una hermosa rosa hi va bortar
i a la hermosa princesa ell li va regalar.
Life
Life road is long,
which many paths
leading towards many
challenges and difficulties
but all the difficulties
and challenges lead
to a mountain with pathways
other have walked before you
while others are visible to you
and only you whichever you
choose walk you own walk
no matter the pace even
if the path is longer
and more difficult
walk towards the
top for that mountain
will grant you more
opportunity’s than if
you walked backwards
for you challenges
and difficulties
are you own to
overcome.
Believe
I believe in the friendships I make,
The family I have and the life I live.
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I am what I love,
The cool winter mornings,
The beautiful pinky orange sunsets,
animals, english and writing, the art of noticing
and too much more to write about,
what I love is what makes me the person I am today.
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I come from a place that I no longer live in
I come from a place that I miss
It had tractors and you could hear moos all around
From morning to evening
I come from somewhere where I understood how to help
And be useful do creative things and make problems go away
But I also I come from somewhere where school makes no sense to me
And I’m the person who needs extra help in the back of the class
but I also come from somewhere where people value other things like art
I do even if I don’t I come from a place we’re people are kind
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I live in a land where I am judged
The belief is I am not a man
So I shouldn’t be loved
Yes I cry
But it’s better than to lie
I am expressive
So I don’t see why
I cant just live
I guess I am just not a man