UnderCover

I decided that the best way for an audience to witness the growth of a creator is to analyze and get a taste of their earlier works. Here are a couple of poems that I published while in the later years of middle school and early years of high school. The graphic for the first topic is graphic and for this reason I have chosen to just put the link to its original source. To give you prior warning it is a picture of the remains of a suicide bomber.

http://fara.cs.uni-potsdam.de/~mhass/ogrish-dot-com-remains_of_suicide_bomber_in_iraq.jpg

Incantation of the Suicidal

Silent requests for an end(ing)
Underneath the coils of pretend(ing).
This life can't bare no more Existence.
There's nothing leftover but my
Persistence-
But mere Resistance.
Resistance to breathe continuosuly
It'll soon be relieved,
Thoughts appear sinuously.
Far more treasure Far more fair.
Nothing is pleasurable
Than the absence of air.
Therefore my nose and lungs
Are no longer of vitality.
What is done, is done
Down with morality!

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What's So Different

Our hands intersect
As the pressure of our love is measured.
All that we can detect
Are the far more desired and treasured.
(What's the difference?)
We have already proclaimed
Our love for each other.
We've past the stage of shame, he's almost like my brother.
I tell him everything,
He's my confidante, my best friend.
One day I'll wear his wedding ring,
True lovers 'til the end.
(Is there a difference?)
Nearly incomprehensible - other's ignorance
When we kiss - oh, how it feels like butterflies.
There's only a slight difference (in our relationship) -
We're both guys.

For more information about homosexuality, please visit this link: www.pureintimacy.org/gr/homosexuality