Boy Sorcerer

[Mишка (Miska)]

Abysmal, abysmal, abysmal.
Is the hole in my heart,
Little keeps me going, moving,
All makes me fall apart,
My words are dark,
I speak of monsters, who are born in pain but fall from the earth in mere seconds.
Because I like the 'monsters'. I like their short life. I like their deformities wholly and purely in love. They are human but treated as anything but. A bore is mine- life without deformation. The carvers of the land are boring me with their ugly faces. The face of difference has given me hope. The eye of the beholder choses the beautiful. But the eye must be blind and unjudging to love. So I love all the monsterous faces because they are new and unloved and I love the harlequin babies that last only days. Because no one will love them but me

[Lindy Lea Lawrence Wilson]

I love someone who is deformed. Many ppl are deformed in their minds, too, you know. Many are fat, as well which does deform them. The heart matters, not the body. I am not married to the deformed man I love. I am married but, not living with because we are separated to someone who's mind is a tattered mess and I have a child who can be somewhat loopy at times but, I LOVE HER. Also, my Mom who didn't raise me is retarded and BiPolar with many, many tragic illnesses. My Dad has Schizophrenia. My Stepdad was born with Cerebral Palsy. You are not alone and most especially not on THIS site. Please get your mind out of darkness. Fight for the good. God Bless You, Boy Sorcerer.