Forbidden Love of Angels
Stars melted on eager hearts
Gravity left them hands clasped
Under the willow tree
On the highest mountain
Where the grass whispers
And the moon calls
The night shouted distant thunder
Becoming one as the waves crashed
Timing was everything, wired the same
Crystal clear water on her lashes
The wind in her hair, under his wings
Translucent ribs, his and theirs
His heart fell as the eagles screeched
He couldn’t breathe with closed arms
He turned and left her alone
Beneath the sun rays of sunshine kisses
Knowing the night had ended
Along with their forbidden love of angels
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A Glaring Omission
I made peace with being cast out by others pretty early in life. As lonely as it may sound, I don’t recall many times during childhood when those actions affected me any longer than a moment or two. Being deemed the weird/gay/weird gay freak by everyone from neighborhood kids to blood relatives allowed me the privilege of sneaking away whenever I pleased to dive deeper into hobbies that molded the proud pop culture geek and writer I am today.
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