A Happy Poem!

How many people can brighten your day?
I have tons, they're my friends,
And some days they're the only reason I'm okay.

How many people can always make you laugh
When you're feeling down?
A little bit of sunshine can be enough.

I always find myself with a smile,
When I can make them laugh.
I've found a bit of peace and happiness.

So when you're feeling down look around,
You'll never know what you find.
They kinda came from nowhere and they're kinda perfect all the time.

Hero Good

Call me a hero, call me good,
what I've done, I'm not proud --
But somehow in the end it's right,
These are all the things I've found.

Call me your friend, call me your helper,
things I've seen, I look for shelter --
But somehow I've found my way,
And here I am, a keeper.

Call me a villain, call me a horror,
much more fitting to my core --
Because, you know, it wasn't for good,
That let clipped wings sore.

Call me your enemy, call me your nightmare,
it's never been, ever at all, fair --
But here I am, with lessons learned,
Some good out of my hatred there.

Rescue

I've been rescued.
Carried out of the pit I've been in.
I've been through hell and back,
And lived.

I've been rescued.
I cried every night, sometimes I still do.
But I'm still loved by Him.

I've been rescued.
Walked out of the hell I've lived.
It hurts sometimes still,
But I'll live.

I've been rescued.
It hurts some days but I'm fine.
You can be rescued too.

I've been rescued.
You can be rescued too.
This life is chance one.
Next life?  Chance two.

I've been rescued.
You can be rescued too.
My God forgives.

I've been rescued.
It hurts some days but I'm fine.
I was rescued by Him,
Never going to die again.

I've been rescued.
Never going to die again.
I've found myself, and I've found Him.

Privilege

It's my privilege

To actually tell you the truth.

See they've been lying this whole time

Filling you up with guilt and doubt

Trying to control you.

I'm not privileged

Because I am white.

I don't exactly see any scholarships for being white,

But I see 'em for being Hispanic and Black and...

You know, do you?

It's my privilege

To tell you you're not privileged.

Yeah, you're a man, you're strong.

But you get the bullying too.

Pussy, short for pusillanimous.

I'm not privileged
Because I am -- does the term even matter?

It sure as hell ain't fair that they acknowledge I am real
And refuse to acknowledge you,
But that doesn't mean I have a "privilege".

It's my privilege
To tell you rights and privileges are too easily confused.

My right is to be what I am.
Yours is to be what I am, too -
In your own way.

I'm not privileged
Because I am straight.

It sure as hell ain't fair you can't marry who you love,
But it's a right, not a privilege, to do as such;
I'm not privileged, you just don't have a right.

It's my privilege
To cry cuz life sucks.

"Turn off the internet" and whites and straights are free.
Haha, bullcrap - potential friends have turned away.
Race controls everyone far too much these days.

You are not privileged
Cuz you're underweight.

You're still subjected to beauty standards without realism,
To mocking your face, your skin, your everything;
We all have that the same.

It's my privilege
To tell you life's shit.

It's a universal truth, it sucks equally.
Just cuz it's different doesn't mean anyone has it worse.
It hurts cuz it hurts, the end.

It hurts because it hurts.
No privilege involved.

The end.

Advice

the worst advice
i've ever gotten
is to forget.
is to write you.
is to not reach out.

the best advice
i've ever gotten
is to be true to you.

"words are just words,
don't let them hurt,
push past, on by,
sticks and stones,
all that shit."

words are powerful
they can kill
even if you don't mean
for them to hurt.

intention matters.
but it matters
what you say,
too.

the worst advice
i've ever gotten
is to doubt,
maybe that one
i gave to myself.

the best advice
i've ever gotten
came from a stranger
who told me to believe.

"words are just words,
they don't hurt,
if they're meant to,
maybe they sting,
but if they don't,
they do nothing."

words are powerful
they can save a life
especially if you don't mean
for them to hurt.

i believe in little things
the advice, and all the dreams.

what do i do when i'm pushed down again,
i fight, sort of, and pretend.

i'll be fine.
that's my advice.
be fine.
that's my advice.

don't fight to be perfect
just fight to survive.
find what makes you happy
and let go.

be fine.
that's my advice.
you'll be fine.
that's my advice.

Love

I have discovered love doesn't exist.

It's a matter of tolerating someone, or wanting someone.  It's lust or tolerance.

Love is an illusion.

Because you know, I always believed love was wanting someone else to be happy above yourself, willing to die for a person, caring without consequence.

But when my own parents can't do that, then how does it exist?

It's also kind of hard being the adult all the time.  Always apologizing.  Always trying to make up.  Always.  Always.  I never get a break.  Nobody else ever reaches out to me.

I'm always fighting to repair things that it wasn't only me who damaged.  It was both of us.  And sometimes maybe I wasn't the one who damaged it.  Sometimes I'm repairing it, trying to help out other people.

I just... it's tiring.

I hate summer.