Do not let them know your thought.

Do not let them know your thought.

If in the dark their whispers ask,

then hide, hide fully your heart.

When we were lovers we dearly sought

to stay abstained of their repressive caste.

Do not let them know your thought.

Naked in your arms they caught

me and reprimanded me too fast.

So hide, hide fully your heart.

Men to women we are taught;

Class to class to make the system last.

Do not let them know your thought.

And others before us have bravely fought,

but lost to hatred, fear, and darkness.

So hide, hide fully your heart.

But for you I broadcast:

Fuck society and its masks.

Then, Lover, let them know your thoughts,

and never, never hide your heart.

What do I say?

What do I write when I've written it all?

Do you want some more?

Would you like rehashings of my boring feelings?

I'm sad. I'm happy. I'm mundane. I'm exciting.

I'm bored with myself.

Perhaps some writing on longing!

Like we haven't read that before.

Daniel is off at a party,

and they are at the movie.

Dundee for all!

But not for me.

I'm in my room

waiting to be sleeping.

I want to know what it is like

not to wonder if you're living normally.

I want to live in your skin.

But what do I say?

Move over please.

I want your life.

year 3

Hi everyone. I want to thank you again for being part of my life, and for reading my blog/poetry/prose/blah. I want you to know that it means a lot to me. I need a lot of support in life, and you guys  are an important part of that support. I missed my blog's anniversary again this year.  Post 1 was April 28th, 2008. It's May 16, 2010 now, and I'm on post 324 with this one.

"I exist as I am, that is enough." - Walt Whitman. It's been a long journey, but I think I'm beginning to learn this. I love you all.

with hope,