Freak

FREAK! I'm not a freak
just because of how i feel
You should not judge me,
these feelings i have are real!
You shouldn't think i fancy you,
Our friendship's not that way,
Understand that pervert is not
another word for Gay!
If you believe in love,
then anything can happen to you,
It doesn't matter the age,sex or race,
It still can be true!
Please accept what i am,
and maybe you will see,
No matter who i love,
I will always be
ME!

Little Girl

Little girl on her own
Doesn't which way to go

Stereotyping

You can't put me in a box and shut me up with your lies
Do you think I'm going to le you get away with that?
So you can try with all your might
To push in these boxes but it fails all the time.
You judged me by the clothes I wear
and things I say and do
Just because I like black nail varnish
doesn't make a Goth
Although I like the music
Just because I wear shirts, ties and trousers
doesn't mean I made of money
But one thing is for sure
I'm happy having my style
I don't like being put in a box
So you can kept trying to putting me in a box
but I will always break the moulds that you create for me
And destroy the moulds that I create

Michael Brockhouse

Life is not

life is not what you make of it
but what it makes of you
At this moment life seems to be departing
at a speed i cannot understand
My head is full of questions
and there no answers to be found
Why me? What am i worth?
Should i still be here?
I think that's something i shall never know
Am I scared for me? Or is it something else
Life is so precious
Can it be wasted on the ill?
The non-worthy?
This sounds ridiculous, i don't mean it to
but this is how i feel at this time
I am so confused about what to think
I have no way to see if it will be ok
Will I be lost again?
I cannot bear to think of it
I need to find what i need
What shall it be?

Scott

Pen

How strong,
Yet no one can see.
How strong you are.
The pen can create characters,
Sending views from mind to mind.
Making a stand
How a pen is like a gun,
Triggering emotions.
Shooting words like bullets,
That remains with you ease your troubles.
Your finger is on the trigger
What are you going to do?
Only you hold the pen

Michael Brockhouse

The Forbidden Fruit

How can you look so good and yet
I would become eve in the Garden of Eden,
if I touched you.
You're like the forbidden fruit,
I know I can't but your force is so powerful.
One touch and it would destroy everything,
but I can't resist you.
You're like candy, sugar that's bad for me,
yet your sweetness makes me happy
and that's why I like you
I want you badly I want to see the essence of you
I want to know everything about you.
I would do anything for you, travel the world just to see your face.
Destroy your troubles and worries because I care for you
One desire and that's you.
You make me so alive
All you have to do is say those passionate words that,
mean everything and that would be it

 

I know who I am

I am who I am
You cannot judge me
As some Christians say
'It is a sin'

All I can see
That I'm doing wrong
Is falling in love
With a human being

Joe

Thousand faces

Behind a thousand faces lies a man who wears these faces
A thousand faces that tell stories of his life
A life of destruction in his childhood
A journey of his life,
but he hides behind his masks of lies,
happy with his life of despair
Conspiracy which lies be low the surface
Hiding the faces of thousands
Truth left uncovered and
awaiting to come out at any time

Michael Brockhouse

Bridge of life

As I walk the bridge of life
The wind carries my troubles and sins away.
As I look back on my life,
I realise my past doesn't matter
It's made me the person that I'm today and I'm proud of it
I don't regret a single life-changing mistake
I know that I have done wrong,
I know how to put it right
As I carry on walking
I wonder about the future and hope,
it's going to be okay
As I walk across the bridge called life
Worrying about failing or falling off
I look towards the horizon,
I can see the future mixed with,
pain and grief yet to come
Why is life so hard?
And yet making hard sacrifices is the way
we live in order to learn

Michael Brockhouse

Playing games

All these wars,
What is the point?
What are you going to achieve by this
Fighting over money and power?
It makes me sick to think of those people
Whose lives you have destroyed, only because of money.
But money doesn't make you anything
Money can't replace people's lives and memories
Everybody knows what is happening and knows about your next move
You play war games like a game of chess
The armies are just robots to you,
but you forget that they are men,
with families who care and love them deeply.
So stop this Mr
Can't you see what you are doing to us?
The people of the next generation
I do believe that you only think
about the moment and the money
But what about us,
the ones you are actually killing
by destroying the future

Michael Brockhouse