A Love Poem

A Love Poem
Written by Donovan L. Green
7/14/2018 8:27 PM

I want to write a love poem, something from my heart
beautiful and smooth, romantic full of emotion
we’ll never be apart, dancing, arms locked forever
I will spill my heart out and tell her she is beautiful

I love your hair so shiny and silky smooth
I love your skin so soft and golden tan
I love your eyes so bright and happy
I love your smile so pretty and genuine
I love your neck so tender and gentle
I love your arms wrapped around me
I love your belly button tight and uncovered
I love your hips a little curve just right
I love your legs long and smooth
I love you standing tippy toe
I love your arms over my shoulders
I love your eyes smiling up into mine
I love your nose touching mine
I love your lips as you kiss mine
I love your breath as you whisper in my ear
I’ll love you for ever and ever no matter what.

Inappropriate

Inappropriate
Written by Donovan L Green
5/22/2018 2:35 AM

I see all these people (women) talking about having been touched inappropriately. They talk about how it has ruined them, about how much psychological torment it caused them, and I wonder how come no one has ever wanted to touch me?

I’ll tell you what is inappropriate. Two people together, with motive and opportunity, and being ignored. Let me tell you what the psychological effects of being a little boy and not ever having been touched by a female school teacher or anyone else is. It has left me feeling undesirable, unwanted, and discarded. All those times I raised my hand for help and was completely ignored. I didn’t want to know what 2+2+6-4+3 was, I wanted my teacher to come over to me, lean over next to me, put her arm around my shoulder as she knelt next to me with her hand on my knee and asked me what I was having a problem with.

I can only dream and imagine what it must be like to be human. Because surely two humans next to each other, must have the natural tendency to interact in a human way. To want to touch and explore sensuality. She could tell me softly, closely so I could hear when her lips separated from each other as she spoke that math is only the excuse as to why we were together. The real reason is so we could learn about each other, human interactions, a closeness that we were kin, of the same kind with a natural attraction towards each other as she slowly moved her hand onto my thigh.

To go through life never having someone brush against, lean into, or rub across me makes me feel that I am unwanted, undesirable, and less than human. Is there not a single woman out there that just in the course of normal daily interaction has just wanted to feel me, even through our clothes, even just briefly for a moment? Am I not human? Even a fucking goat can get a pretty girl leaning against him with her thigh as she preps him for the show competition.

I think I am going on television. I am going to name names. I am going to talk about how psychologically deserted I feel because I have never been given the attention that I deserve. I’m tormented and stressed, up at 2:30 am writing out my thoughts and feelings of never having been touched inappropriately. Trying to cope with the fact from a little boy through adulthood into maturity, that women have consistently refused to acknowledge me, to recognize me as man. Not school teacher nor street walker pay attention to me. A homeless stray dog gets more attention than I have ever been given.

We all need love, and I’ve not that either, but how about just some simple affection? We all need it. I promise ladies, I am man and I will not reject you, there is no inappropriate touching here, only inappropriate disregard. Brush against me as you lean over to shop for apples at the grocery store. Rub against me as you squeeze pass me moving through the doorway at the convenient store. Let me know I am human and that I exist.

Easier to Be

Easier to Be
Written by Donovan L. Green
4/26/2018 10:14 PM

Easier to be an atheist than to believe my life was given by the God of love.
Easier to believe i have been cursed than to believe that it’s all just coincidence.
Easier to be an atheist than to believe that even the devil won’t buy my soul.
Easier to believe in destiny than it is to believe in the myth of freewill.
Easier to be an atheist than to believe this could possibly have any purpose.
Easier to believe in eternal damnation from a previous life than strive for better.
Easier to be an atheist than to believe god locked me up in a room with Satan.
Easier to imagine that I am going to someday accidental stumble into my one and only, my forever love, my soul mate, my angle, and she and I will fall madly in love and live happily ever after than it is believe anything I have ever been told by anyone.

Never a Chance

Never a Chance
Written by Donovan L. Green,
4/20/2018 9:37:16 PM

Was never even close
Not ever a thought
Was not supposed to be
Should have never been
Cheated having life
A life was given though
No soul designated
Just a broken spirit
An old rusty broken
Discarded unwanted spirit

It’s me all that – am
All – will ever be
Nothing more – could be
You know it’s just me
Cheated having spirit
To me a spirit was given
Like spit in the wind
Just a broken spirit
An old rusty broken
Discarded unwanted spirit

– wonder alone along
Discarded and deserted
Down the dirty path
Seeking acceptance
Discouraged and depleted
Instead find nothing
Nothing but the same
Just a broken spirit
An old rusty broken
Discarded unwanted spirit

It’s me, all that – am
All that – will ever be
But it’s all – have
All – ever have
Nothing more could – have
Like spit in the wind
Just a broken spirit
An old rusty broken
Discarded unwanted spirit

Ever since the beginning
Alone – laid alone – played
Nothing else – never knew
Alone – stayed and alone – prayed
Never afraid still – paid
Just a broken spirit
An old rusty broken
Discarded unwanted spirit

The price for the gain
The life should never been
The soulless discouraged
Nothing more than the same
Just a broken spirit
An old rusty broken
Discarded unwanted spirit

But it’s all i’ll ever have
With my old rusty broken
Discarded unwanted spirit
Down the dirty path
Seeking acceptance
The only success to ever be
Is never haven given up

Purpose

Purpose
Written by Donovan L. Green,
3/5/2018

It doesn’t matter what your name is, where you are from, or who you are.
It doesn’t matter what color your skin is, what language you speak, or where you are from.
It doesn’t matter if you are well educated, uneducated, or still being educated.
It doesn’t matter if you are a fast food junkie or a raw food vegan.
It doesn’t matter if you are an athlete, a couch potato, or amateur sports enthusiast.
It doesn’t matter if you collect stamps, comic books, baseball cards, or fast cars.
It doesn’t matter what your favorite sports team is or whether they win or lose.
It doesn’t matter what your favorite television show is, movies, news, or sitcoms.
It doesn’t matter if you are poor, wealthy, or just the usual working class.
It doesn’t matter if you have a lot of friends, a few friends, or none.
It doesn’t matter if work day shift, night shift, or the graveyard shift.
It doesn’t matter if own a house, rent an apartment, or live under a bridge.
It doesn’t matter what you think about politics, the banks, or the stock market.
It doesn’t matter what church you go to or how big it is, or who else is in it.
It doesn’t matter if you are straight or gay, or some other option.
It doesn’t matter if have a great job or just a government subsidized freeloader.
It doesn’t matter if you volunteer your time to a good cause or donate your blood.
It doesn’t matter if you believe in god, multiple gods, ancient gods, or no god at all.
It doesn’t matter who you know, who knows you, or who knows who.
It doesn’t matter who you follow, who follows you, or who follows who.
It doesn’t matter if you smoke reds, blacks, golds, shorts, 100’s, menthols, or herb.
It doesn’t matter if you drink original, light, extra light, zero, or free.
It doesn’t matter what city you live in, what state you call home, or what country it is.
It doesn’t matter if you are short, tall, average, fat, skinny, chubby, pretty or pretty ugly.
It doesn’t matter if you are a school teacher, or a naked shaman in the jungle.
It doesn’t matter if you believe the earth is a globe, hollow, flat, stationary, spinning or a bowl.
It doesn’t matter if you believe the moon landing were real or just a propaganda campaign.
It doesn’t matter if you believe the sun is a big ball of fire millions of miles away.
It doesn’t matter if you think the moon is made of swiss cheese.
It doesn’t matter if you believe there are more than seven billion people.
It doesn’t matter if you believe that extraterrestrials are running the government.
It doesn’t matter if you believe in democracy or aristocracy, capitalism, or socialism.
Every single person on this world is, and always is, contributing to only one and the same single end result.

Churning elements from within the earth to its surface.