damaja

I've got two poems to offer up here:

The Traveler

I've traveled the country the last few years.
And when I thought of home, I had to fight the tears.

Another car, bus, or plane took me to far places.
What I remember most is all the smiling faces.

Short people, tall people, people with glasses.
The bottom line is, this site kicks all your asses.

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Untitled

I wake up every morning, when it's still cold.
Another day younger I'm not, but another day old.

I look in the mirror, and I don't like what I see.
It fills me full of self hate, and really disgusts me.

I think I am ugly, and I feel I look like a freak.
Love, respect, and appreciation is what I seek.

People are shallow, they don't want to see,
They refused to acknowledge, and know the real me.

My day will come, and all will know why,
I am just a normal, but very shy guy.

Tonight, I will sleep, and visions in my head,
that one day, all will not look upon me with dread.

The end