Let's drop a glass on the floor, shall we?
Watch it fall.
Focusing on it, the deliberate loosening
Of your hand.
Did the wine inside catch the light?
Did it reflect?
Did you see your eyes, your face?
That small smile.
The smile that shows you know how loud
This will be.
Do you see the base of the glass kiss
The marbled ground?
The first splinter moves up the stem; your
Smile gets bigger.
Splinters spread and the wine blooms
From the cracks.
But no one looks around to see what
The noise was.
They carry on their lives while you
Expect to be
The centre of something for once in
A long while.
You want to turn heads in a room
While you smash.

One's for stress
The other for sleep
This for sadness, crying
That for anger, shouting
One result
It hurts like hell
Thud goes your brain
Deep breath
Let go of the pain.

Thud, goes your brain
Sitting in class
The teacher drills
We repeat each thud
Our brains
Knocking like our fingers
Tapping atop the table
Can we go yet?

Thud goes your brain
Take paracetamol
Medicate thought
Desensitize.
Copy, repeat
Coffee, revise
Thud goes your brain
Again.

She opened her mouth,
and light tumbled out.
But it wasn't pure light.
The room was full of shelves,
a library of the knowledge I possessed.
And she opened her mouth
and the books began to burn.
Fire consumed me
and everything I knew.
everywhere the light touched
burning hot and painfully.
The woman with the light,
she brought sorrow.

Her soul is made of
scattered glass and broken spirits.
Her flesh is pockmarked
with bruises and cuts.
Her face radiates with
agony and despair.
Tears shine
like freshly polished crystals
Mouth frozen open.
Cannot move, cannot
reach the blessed silence.
Of which fragments of me
try fruitlessly to
Hide in, to give in to
cowardice.

A girl hungry now,
words flow from her mouth.
She hopes, where it falls, wisdom will sprout.
and one day may there be food to feed
**millions of empty stomachs that plead.

so why are we called bent?
our love is as straight and true as yours.
we love in the same way you do,
even if the one we love is also a girl.

you get to be called straight,
lucky you- you dont get the ridicule.
you wont find 'benders' hating on you,
only those on the 'straight' and narrow.

the ones who think their love
is so much purer than ours