Shakesqueer

“Thief of security

Thief of all words

You've stolen my heart

In the cover of night

You're the vamp and the phrase

You're the song and the verse

You're the story, the line, the soliloquy

Shall I compare thee to the moon?

To the stars? To the night?

The world falters at the sight of your grandeur”

“Muse V2”

“I hold onto hope

The clouds roll over my head.

I think I love you”

“Hope”

“I've looked for silver linings

And I think I've finally found

That I want to keep on living

Every time that you're around.”

“Untitled”

“Your excitement excites me

And I wish I could hide

The corners of my mouth

Every time you catch my eye”

“Untitled”

“You are a presence

I forget the day we met

You have always been”

“Omniscient”

“I want to pretend you feel the same

The truth can be so disabling

But as long as I know your heart is still beating

I know mine will be fulfilled”

“Facts of life”

“You didn't hang the stars

You are the galaxy

Because the only thing better than the artist

Is the art that they create”

“Muse”

“Can I simply unplug

All the bits and bobs and pieces

They weren't made to go together

I'm sitting in this pile

Made of spare parts and regret

Drunk inventor, engineer

Sticking pieces where they'll fit

Cramming circuits, cramming wires

Trying to make something look complicated

No matter if it works

When the wires are all frayed,

When the circuits are all rusted;

Is there any way to spare me?

Or will I just crash and burn”

“Spare Parts”

"I like to imagine

Myself as an architect

But all the words

And worlds I build

Fall to ash

Upon your ground

I'd love to give you words

As meaningful as you

But all verbiage fails

Every time I see you near”

“Untitled”

“Whether a face etched in stone,

Or a figure pigmented on paper.

I just wish that you knew;

You're a work of art to me.”

“Artistry”

“And so they said

“Just give it time

And watch the world improve

The Earth can fix itself with time

We’ve things we must pursue!”

I watched our clock tick

Dawn to dusk

I watched the surface

Turn to dust

I watched our engine

Start to rust

And now

We're tumbling

Backwards”

“Backwards”

“It's finally clear to me

You're mad that you can't see

I'm viewing colors that you'll never understand

The gray chains we've had to bear

The white of the infirmary

The black of endless night

And when you try to cover me

In sheets of black and white

I simply close my eyes

And I know there's most to life

In the colors you don't see”

“The Colors You Don't See”

“If I can look at you and say

I've added something to your day

Perhaps then; I can put the blade aside

If I can be remembered

Because I truly cared

Perhaps I've earned a place

Among the billions in the rat-race”

“Legacy”

“If I could take my fears

And put them in a bottle

Would you drink them just to feel that you have power?”

“The Brewery”

“Back to the cold hallways

Cold stares

And cold friendships

Back inside of Springfield Elementary

Back to the shaking

Sweaty palms

Compacted lungs

Back inside of Springfield Elementary

Back to only wanting

To never wake again

Back inside of Springfield Elementary”

“Springfield Elementary”

5/I/26

“Wooden floors

And golden pipes of brass

Ceiling stretching higher

Than one could ever reach

And in this place I find

The sense of joy and peace

That was missing from the pieces of my life

Unmatched beauty

Sitting before me

Holds a horn of silver

Takes me somewhere,

Safe and calm,

I've never been delivered

From the back I hear

The calling of the sea

A timbre that fills me with the ocean

The frame of player and instrument, near identical

A musician whom I love

And I sound I've come to tolerate

But at the front is someone

Even more transformed than me

With joy and with conviction

A baton flies through the air

Someone I've lost and found again

Who falls and who rises from the ash

I can't hold back a smile

When I hear the symphony”

“The Symphony”

Shakesqueer; Volume I, Entry XXXV

“I write for the part of me

That's never going to heal

I write for the part of me

That longs to be in love

I write for the part of me

That never gets to sleep

I write for that part of me

That didn't think I'd live to see today

I write for the part of me

That threw the razor in the trash

And the part of me that wanted

To dive in and fish it out

I write for the part of me

That's waiting to be bullied

And the part of me

That's traumatized

From the times I was

I write for the part of me

That's waiting to feel safe

I write for the part of me

That hopes I don't wake up again

And the part of me

That hasn't woken up

I write for the part of me

That wants to know more

And say more

About everything

I write for the part of me

That has hope despite reality

I write for the part of me

That can't stop relieving the past

But mostly,

I write in hope

That some queer child in pain

Wants to read my work

And share a cry

From the other side of the screen”

“Why I'm Writing”