A poem for the Prince.

I met the Prince the other day.

It was in June, no wait.. was May.

His heights not much, though he stands tall

Yet his character raises him above them all.

On the sunny side of life he walks.

So when you’re down seek out his talks.

He’s gone through much, he’s traveled far

One day I think he’ll be a star.

He’s on the net most every day

He’s the coolest guy and YES he’s gay.

In the desert he lives, in his house on a lot,

If you ever see him you’ll say he’s HOT.

He lifts me up, he makes me smile,

I’d walk with him through any trial.

I hope one day your meet this prince

Who plays with lizards on the fence.

had it for a while.. and decided to post the poems here

A prisoner of my created hell.

Living this lie cause I would not tell.

Living, yet not, in my created hell

I want to break free, yet not quite enough

to get out, fly away, from my created hell.

Built block by block, by those I gave trust

Thought I was at fault, my created hell.

I should get over these things in my past.

Insurmountable walls in my created hell

It’s  a choice I’ve made, my life is a fail

I know it is not really all that good.. but just jotted it down.

Truly not sure.. Maybe the Netherlands, Brazil, or Asia.. Wait. also former Soviet countries.. Would you pay for it please?

Like an island surround by land,

A diamond lost in the desert sand,

A tree for the forest you cannot see

Think of these things, and you think of me

Pushed through a square hole, though I am round.

Screaming inside, though I make not  a sound.

Floating swiftly toward the edge of fate

Trying to avoid the one I hate.

Nowhere to run, no air to breathe

Trying, trying for a small reprieve

I can’t get away, how can this be?

For the one I hate is simply me