Mistakes

I'm a mistake
We're just dust in the universe
Even if there's a reverse
We're a mistake

Overpowered by stupid emotions
Love is a rose
Kindness is a sham
Hate is fire
Regret is death

(NOTE: I think I wrote this when I was unsure of my sexuality and that worked well with the clashing of my faith being lost too. I suppose the point was I was scared of being two things people in my society hated. Non-believers of Christianity and gays.)

Update: 5/31/13 (I Feel Different)

Okay, so...

I don't even know what to say...

Everything has been weird since school ended. I feel nothing from it ending like how everyone was cheering. I sort of found it to be a waste of time, you know,  if you don't have any friends and the friends you do have are not allowed to go to the part of the building you're in, or even if those friends are able to, they have better friends to say bye to and reminiscence with. I'm not trying to sound like I'm complaining, I'm just stating things as they go through my head. School ended on the 23rd, so my eighth day of summer.

I have summer classes. Not summer school, but classes in which I take to get credits and get stuff over with. It's sort of costly just paying for one semester into a month, but my brother is also taking it, so for two semesters each that's the price for four. Such a waste, but we all want it out of the way.

I'm cleaning out old binders. I found an interesting poem I wrote maybe 3-5 years. I don't even know what to say about that.

Elegy from the Erasers

Unknown lies  /  Sad deceit

Libido turns  /  Platonic love

Your burns  /  The dove

Your pink legs next to my eyes  /  Bites from bed bugs in the fleet

The Crow echoes my ears  /  Arching at the Bat's tongue

Change and loss are my fears  /  Love's confusion at young

Stare at your profile  /  Everything here sears cold

No smirk or slight smile  /  You're there with no fold

Watch, stare, Tall Boy stun  /  Chat, talk, Lizard scales

Months pass by like a tool  /  Months go in Winter's Spring

Your arms in front of your gun  /  You're freezing, lacking details

Angelic in cold after pool  /  Nothing covers your skin from string

Run in my dreams  /  Dreams in the grave

Fly in my games  /  Games in the trash

Swim in the streams  /  Streams in your trave

Trapped in your names  /  Names in my thrash

We do everything together  /  Okay, only a little bit

"But not what we did"  /  "Knew it, though sort of"

The Lizard has a red feather  /  The Tall Boy has a green obit

You ignored my bid  /  There is no above

Goodbye, pink Crow  /  Goodbye, purple Bat

Hello, green Tall Boy  /  Hello, red Lizard