Confessions of a Drama Queer

The Drama Queer wonders for he is immaculate
“Am I ever going to see a falling star
Oh heavens
Do I get to feel the adrenaline when me and my partner’s words match
Do I get to fill in the gap I’ve had for 18 years
The gap legally sorted for them paradoxes
Illegaly distorted for us bilaterals
I want to subsist my destined sin oh destiny conjector”

Adult by years where innocence is officially gone
the Drama Queer masters
A beautiful night
Where the moon polished the dark skies into grey
And his melancholy into eternal exhale
The Drama Queer breathes
“My heart arteries detached from within myself
Connected to a heavenly made saint
My heart lives on the rhythm of his spell
A spell thats his name:

Ray of light
Internal holliness and divinity
Betrayed actions begging to scan what’s underneath
Agonizing brown eyes that
Languished a heart that has finally found it’s home”

And within the grey starless sky
The Drama Queer stutters in joy
“oh beautiful saint
I just witnessed what I’ve waited 18 years for
A falling white rail
A falling star!”

As the signs fall like the rain falling from an angry sky
Signs that were proof enough their love was sacret
And as the Drama Queer finally got to experience repetitive telepathy
The Drama Queer hears through his bloodshot eyes..
.
..
...
Silence
Just silence
...
..
.
The other side wishes to disconnect
And the Drama Queer curses his curiousity
“What blasphemy is the curiousty you’ve injected me in
Oh father
It had slapped me awake from my beautiful nightmare
It had slapped my reality back to illusions
It had slapped me back to sleep after I woke from my slumber
Father
The script you wrote me had killed my soul
Stabbed my heart
And dismanteled my nerves
Oh father
Do you know when liquid turns to solid?
Inbetween
My heart shall be
Suffering from the freezing ice shelves
That are slowly becoming an ice sculptured heart”

On the 31st of the 7th
The Drama Queer questions in silence
“What about all the signs..
What about our song..
What about that fallen star
What about my december
What about our telepathy
For we’ve very often read each others minds..
Isn’t that chemistry?
Darling
What about them
Who didn’t acknowledge of your previous lovers
But acknowledged of me?
What about that song you sang me
What about your excitment to share things with me first
Even before we fell for one another
NO!...
We were not a lie
We were right
We were perfectly right
...Right?”

And though surrounded with agony, weep and grief
He(DQ) tends to put on a perfect poker face
And then he smiles
“I’m not shattered nor broken
I witnessed no blood to my soul
Nor tears from my eyes
For I know no grief when I’m around you
Even after the deed
You tend to sue me up
You sealed the sleeping twin of may
The hateful, detestful, grieving face of this Gemini
The one that only those who gave birth to me
Got to witness”

And the Drama Queer smirks
“The poet took a vow
A vow against those of his kind
One that shall slap him awake soon
And they shall not bring me down
For I’ll chase you still
Wait for you still
I don’t back down on my words
But for now I’ll just watch you still
I await the day you unfold whats unfolded
See what I showed you all along
I await you still”

And the Drama Queer whispers
“I love you still...”

The mark of my beginning

Oh love
I dare not think of the time before I had known you
Was I even alive?
Was my presence even pasted into this world?
Oh lover
Your love woke me up from my slumber
Did it wake you not?
Remember our desire to find love?
Do you not know it killed us frequently?
Oh lover
Your love cured me
Kept death away from me
Gave me wings for I’m a dreaming lover
Oh lover
Your tears might not bring back the dead
But they killed me at the break of dawn
Indeed my mind was away
But my heart was present
Slaughtered and agonizing from thy tears
I blame you not
For love had previously deceived you
Oh lover
Had love deceived you again?
Had it not retrieved what it first took from you?


I remember those eclipsed words you said
“I’m not a crying lover
I cry not when I simplify I love you
I’m a loving lover to that love of Kelly’s”
And I reply
“As I am!”
Ah how beautifully veiled are those allegations
For we both know in the heart we are crying lovers
Thus
I shall cry to thee
I love you

Mannequin

I can see the venom dripping through your pores
Drenched with envy
Blasting hate
Infiltrating temptation you repulsive nymph

I can see the demon through those ominous eyes
Black cloaked, relinquished since the God of the son
These midnight eye lids
Frozen lips and drilled follicles

Remember she who grew old deliberately
To taint the veins of her unrelated descendant
You shall be she
Yet rejuvenating herself from a Mannequin number 36

I hate you toe to head
Core to edge
Detesting your presence and devoted to your death
I just wish you fade

I live for the day
The day I see your tears pouring down
Every drop burns your cheeks like acid
Sheds your skin and annihilates your flesh
I live to see you in blasphemy
Blasphemy...

A conversation with God

Little child
Land on my terrain
Ignorant you shall be
For you are only human within the flesh

Father
Guide me through your tangible heaven
I am an imperfect piece of your creation
And my novice knowledge needs to be steered

Little child
You shall not be driven like my other creations
Get a grip on your wheel and steer
And I expect no calamities for you are a queer amongst my land
A detached soul of mine
Blessed with adversity

My child
You shall give and not be given
Drive and not be driven
Spread a smile my little queer
Satisfy your brothers and sisters throughout my land
-
They will cut you open
Ignorant of their reasons
Forgive them still
And if you dare complain
I shall dim your voice and numb your speech

Oh father
What blessing is it to suffer?
What sin have I committed to be dressed up with agony and sued up with silence

Little Child
The smile you cause shall give you affection
The joy you spread shall maintain perfection
And through their reflection you’ll earn your pleasure
-
Part away into your journey etched with my words
Part away...my little Drama Queer

Us...Filthy Imperfect Humans

Sheltered in denial
Reformed and molded by ego
These traits we accuse each other
Cease!
For these traits dwell within each one of us
Not in everybody but you
You...the self proclaimed robots

Walking reptiles we are as well
Watch your palms etched in snake skin patterns
Shedding them while shifting from person to another
But after all
Our shit smells like Jasmine to us
But any else’s is a disgrace and disgust to us
Us...The self proclaimed perfect robots

And when we surge people our absolute
From infinite to driblets
They call us selfish
For when you feed a man a pile of gold
He only grasps for more!
And when you tend to complain
You obtain disdain
But blame them not
for what they are is as well what we are but deny
Which makes that all of us
Us...Filthy imperfect humans

Your blinded eye

When you look at an object, you see one side of it, and we don't bother looking onto the other side, some of us don't coz we don't want to, and the others r just used to seeing something only from one side. that's the case with people when they look at decisions, people, and things in life. We were given 2 eyes yet we tend to blind one of them and get to see things with only one. When one loves someone, to him it's the best, and to others who hate that someone, it's ugly and distasteful.

When people love someone they obviously see something in them others don't, maybe our role models are nothing but an excuse we use to say "they make us get out of a dark phase" and maybe we actually see something in them.

when something happens between two people, Don't just ask one person what happened..ask both, there are two sides to each story, two faces to almost everything, you need to look at both, you need to put urself in people's shoes, maybe you'll get their picture and how they see things clearer...not trying to see things how others do will only leave you in a bubble of ignorance as if you live on an island isolated from everybody else, you need to build some bridges to connect you to the rest of the world, the rest of the people.

We live in a world where people are different, and we need to appreciate that and not just tolerate, but to accept it. just like each and everyone of us is desperate for acceptance, others are too...

Beneath your beautiful mask.

This is my first short story. and I hope you like it :)

Who said a mask of happiness is a bad thing? Who said being happy all the time is truly someone’s fountain of joy? Who said opposites attract? Who said they were never close? Who said they never knew each other? Who said they are not alike?
A second ago, she penetrated through your mask of smiles, dived right through your eyes into your world of mystery and defined mystery as simplicity, you are the queer of divine, and divine is what others can’t see, why are people blind? This world of chaos is unsocial, wrong I am! For when she attempted to know you, you scanned her though she’s the unknown attempter.

Right in the middle of that beautiful second, Angela dares unknown to kiss that girl, she and Keira were sitting amongst the other devils whom she(that girl) could sense waiting for the bloody skins to cause friction so that their entertainment of Gossip starts . Unknown starred at her eyes as she waited for you to take action, her veins can no longer hold the blood they’re carrying, for the virginity of her bloody skin is craving the warmth of yours. The moment you ran towards her, all she could hear is the silence of the devils and the screams of her inner voices not being able to interpret what’s going on. Before you even held her, she grabbed the pillows of your face as you pushed her head towards yours where your smooth blooded skin made impact, that’s where she found out that likes don’t repel, how could they when unwillingness of her nerves triggered her eyes to close! As you parted away, underneath the grey sky at night, she could see the devil’s work, when everyone started whispering; you simply smiled and detached yourself from joining their cult.

At the bittersweet end of this amazing second that initiates the beginning of your journey, and before your arrival to the cursed place of goodbye, Keira’s phone rings that alarms you’ve arrived, a click on the phone triggered the beat of her heart, the electricity of her nerves. she could no longer feel her legs as the cold wind slaps her face. Keira who knows you most looks at her with wide open eyes saying “your soul is bleeding already?!” the numbness of her nerves left her speechless as she walked like a dead zombie towards the gates of the garden that had the honor to welcome your arrival. she put on her best mask of smile as she’s used to it just like you, as they saw your face, she wonders, “where the hell did his mask fade away?” no sorrow ever broke it, but today she saw what shattered it. She’s not surprised for she knows what’s beneath your mask and shares the same weaknesses as you.

Keira sat down her legs can’t support her anymore, as you try to pick up the pieces of your shattered mask, you sit on her lap as she hugs you and starts crying, you picked up your pieces well as you smiled and hugged her. Angela, whose heart was broken previously because of your immaturity cried more than Keira, I’ve never seen someone bleed their soul out as she did, what’s your secret? What’s your charm? You hugged her last as she whispered in your ears “I’m gonna miss you”, a hick up from you as you responded with “I will miss you too” and that was it for the beautiful second.

Her part was simple, the other day, as she reaches college; Angela looks at her with such a sad, stunned face and says “your eyes are swollen! You look like a dead person!”...she doesn’t know what happened, she loved you but she didn’t love you, for her heart is with someone else who’s as silent as God. Who knows what it was, who’s “her” and who’s “unknown”?