David William Breidenthal Poet Rhyme

I Look For Happiness In Wrong and Right Places

Daydreamer....
Skyscraper....
I wish to be famous 
In the same fortune bus 

Arrogance and pride 
Marrying me like a bride
I'm a bad boyfriend 
And I don't mean to offend 

Chillin like a villain should
I shouldn't be so lazy 

I'm feeling a little hazy 

Drunk off of energy 
High off of being free
Trying to hold on to positivity 
Let me be, negativity...my corrupted baby...

Rebellion shouldn't be my middle name 
Shame on me for being so lame
Lost in a multitude
Shy with bad attitude 

I drowned in frowns
I had no friends to begin with 
Going through my downs
My life...I wish it was all a silly, little myth 

I will not be a potty mouth 
Liars are like phones that lag
My mind goes from north to south 
I'm a thousand dirty little rags...I'm annoying straight individuals again...don't ever say I'm acting like a *** 
Because gays, lesbians, and bisexual people are human...
And they should be treated as one 

I will be a responsible adult-teen that's good
It's not good in the hood in my ghetto neighborhood
Tho...
No...
I guess I wasn't meant to be a poet
Ideas get thrown down the pit...
Again....

Frustration and vulnerability make me a victim of sham shame
Just graze in your own maze

Leave. Me. Alone. 

I'm mellow-yellow anger 
Red doesnt describe what I feel
Discreet like two quiet feet
I'm feeling as worthless as a fatigued whale...far away from the sun-shining shore
I want love in my shoes and more

No...I'm a temporary show
The audience doesn't care
I'll go by my own flow like a gray, white and black striped crow
I'm not gay...I'm not pansexual...I'm not bisexual...I'm not transgender...I am straight.

I'm happy with being me
No labels involved hopefully
Feeling so bleak like winter's night 
Let's fight the greatest fight during divine flight tonight
I'll fly with my might 

With no shame
I'm not playing my mind games
My confusion increases
My heart is shattered in pieces...
Then things get ugly...abuse is seen on TV...a thousand times and more...it's a sad earth without mercy and mirth...
I mend slowly
So lend a hand and help me be free
In sunlit glee...give birth to a heavenly mirth

I'm not in grave danger
Being me isn't stranger

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