A man in glasses

Some say they want muscle,

Some say they want abs and cars,

But I want to be with a man with glasses,

The type that sits by a computer so to see the monitor in a billion pixels,

With glasses that would reflect the light emitted to you\

 Like you were there next to him,

The type that sits all alone in an office cubicle and wonders what life is like,

A man full of adventures in his extra big eyesight,

I want a type of man that supports his family and friends

As he read the world in his shiny brown specs,

The type that has tattoos on his face and a matching scary look in his eyes

With his black shades on,

A man that would sit after a test was written and careless about what would happen

'Cause he looks cool in his nerdy eye caretakers,

With specs that would show how serious he takes himself

As though he was never taken seriously in his life,

I want to be with a man who wears frames from all over the world

Uniting the nations as they once were,

A man who models with nothing but his shades,

Some say they want abs

But what would abs be without his fierce bifocals,

A man, a car and nerdy googles,
Nothing is better than a man who sees you for the real you,

Double glazing you with the look that would cost Trump more than his worth.

Emotions in me

         

They call me names because I am a creature of love,

They call me names because I am 101% full of emotion,

I cry because all I see or feel is what others are supposed to see or feel,

My vision is suppressed with the burdens of another,

Though yes, I admit... It must be all because I am a flesh full of emotions,

Sometimes this body of mine yarns a tiny bit of oxygen,

To escape the steel rods that burden me with this unforeseen foolishness,

 Foolishness of this plague that has been boasted in me, 

That has been carved within my very flesh and soul,

I learn though, little by little that this all too shall pass,

The pain bare in me and this inhuman humanity I have been given birth to,

Its not because I bare this sickening emotion in me,

Its not because I had been given a title I never dream or neither hoped for,

Its because with all the years that pass, I grow, and I grow...

Oh yes, I grow and become a man that will look in the mirror and and say;

The glory of God is yet within me, as living proof that it is not with love or emotion I feel in me,
but the presence of our very own God

Beating the walls inside me crying and screaming for help

And believing that I might be more than more anyone has ever been compared to,

That finally the test that was bestowed on me will finally pass with me not having to pass,

But yet I still believe with this tiny voice I have, hell screams over and wonders again,

Wonder if it will ever be close enough to capture me and win me over,

Hell is the Earth and all the people in it

As they as well push the buttons till eventually the volcano in me erupts!