"All is fair in love and war,"

A tired phrase from days of yore,

But, these old words, no power hold,

the truth is much more frigid cold,

The truth is hidden deep inside,

Of lying lovers, raging pride,

The bitter bullets tearing through,

The heart, soul, bones, and sinew,

lies, deceit, the scars we tote,

Of life and love, our dirty coat.

Our pristine clothes were stained with red,

From cuts and scrapes and scars that bled.

The only time that fair is fair,

Is in the hands of love and care,

Snapped sinews stitch, and bones unbreak,

Our souls and hearts no longer ache.

The fear we felt, is chased away,

The pain replaced with better days,

All is fair in love in and war,

A tired phrase from days of yore

But when these words are acted on,

The quote becomes a different song,

Instead of lies and pain and pride,

True love, true life, and joy preside.

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#angsty

#love

#war

#life

#care

#pain

I love a boy with big, brown eyes,

A pudgy waist and shapely thighs,

Dirt brown hair and deep tan skin,

A perfect smile, a glowing grin,

My love, however, doesn’t know.

My feelings, for him I can’t show,

He laughs and jokes about HIS boy,

His lovely, little sexy toy,

I love a boy whose wounded deep,

His bloody gashes, from him keep,

The sweet love he so gravely seeks,

And I can’t help the salty streaks,

From rolling down my tear-stained cheeks,

And burning me, while those two freaks,

Fill their room with box spring creaks,

My jealous rage begins to burn,

My heart and soul begin to churn,

I love a boy with big, brown eyes,

Who fills my heart with whines and sighs,

He hurts himself because of her,

His version of love is skewed with blur,

She blames him for her faults and fails,

No matter how he whines and flails,

He finds his broken mother dear,

In all his love and wounded fear,

His boyfriend treats him like cooked meat,

A food, an item for him to eat,

Nothing more and nothing less,

They leave my heart a bloodstained mess.

His perfect smile, glowing grin,

Is just a cell he hides within.

Although, I know, I cannot blame,

For in my anger, jealous flame,

I neglected my own shame,

In terms of masks, we are the same

-TW

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#vent

#anger

#regret

#love

#lgbt

#repetition

DG

A thousand thoughts drift through my head,

Of things I’ve done and words I’ve said.

The bitter battles, broken parts

A thousand scars that mar my heart.

I pull and punch and kick in vain,

Against my dark and bloodied pain,

I struggle with my own deep shame,

And only have myself to blame.

The darkness, cool against my skin,

Pulls and sucks the daylight in,

It fills my veins with tar-like blood,

The endless flow of hatred’s flood

As thoughts recede into the dark,

And vision fades to black,

So quietly do I embark,

But I always wander back.

I dance and dream of light and truth,

But still, my pain consumes,

I laugh and shirk in my ignorant youth,

My nightmares begin to bloom.

Blurry visions of my pain and love,

His glowing, amber light grows dim,

A beautiful sunset, a blood-stained dove,

His big brown eyes are shaded grim

My heart, like feathers, is plucked away,

My soul is skinned apart,

Guilt Molds and shapes my limbs like clay

A horrid work of art.

I wake up in the cold embrace,

Of nothing more than my cold empty space.

My limbs are fine,

My eyes still shine,

My heart still pounds,

I still hear sounds,

But my soul, it aches,

It burns and breaks,

My brittle love,

Dies with the dove.

I’m alone.

I’m afraid.

At midnight.

-TW

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#angst

#pain

#gay

#lgbt

#midnight

#dreams

#shame.

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Will Willie wedge the window with the white wooden window wedge? Or, will Willie wedge the window with the white rubber window wedge? Why worry with which window wedge Willie wedges the window whether it be the white wooden window wedge or the white rubber window wedge, Willie will wedge the window right?

Storm clouds drift along the breeze,

across the flowing salty seas,

my weary, bleary soul embarks,

into the madness, deep and dark,

across the flowing salty seas,

against my bodies begs and pleas,

my tired, tortured soul dissents,

away from where the light was rent,

my tired tortured soul dissents,

letting loose a sad, lament,

the sadness has infected me,

my eyes begin to drip the sea.

-TW

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#angst

#tears

#sadness

I love the freezing, winter cold,

The blankets of white, powd'ry snow,

The biting breeze that ne'er gets old,

The snowmen who begin to grow,

When, come time, for seasons end,

I cry and hide from Summer's shine,

my heart, my soul, do slowly mend,

my deep woe melts into a whine,

Then comes fall, with autumn's breeze,

a mass improvement from the heat,

the leaves begin to shed from trees,

approaches now, my Winter sweet,

The clouds roll in,

the storms begin.

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I hope y'all like it.

#winter

#lover

#firstpoem