One spark sets the flame

Imagine being thrown out of your own home because of being yourself

Imagine losing your life just for being gay

Imagine being fired because you stated your opinion

Imagine suffering for some else’s mistakes

Imagine losing your life because of a war you are not a part of

Imagine that just one decision can change the outcome of everything

Imagine that it all starts with just one person…

How big is your brave?


At your service

Going beyond the call of duty

Above pay grade

Outside of the job description

Performing duties that aren’t listed in the contract

Working 24/7 -always on call

There is no lunch break

There is no compensation for over time

Pay day is nothing more than seeing you smile

That is how I love

and that is how you should love me

Walking in the shadows

Have you ever shouted through mikes but your speakers are muted?

Have you ever called somewhere home, where others have polluted?


Have your ever thought you are living bravely but you prefer to do so behind the shadows?


Have you ever tried to make footprints in mid air?

Have you ever vented to someone who isn’t really there?


Have you ever been in a place where, the only time you get to really talk, is through your fingers…



Flight risk

It is easy for me to pack your bags

I can help to decide the colours you should take and

based on the temperature what materials you should use

I can get all the necessaries, you are going to need:

underwear, some cosmetics, some toiletries, maybe some just in case medication

I can hold your hand and accompany you there

Stand with you while you check in


But when it’s all done and the very last thing is checked

I cannot let you go


A Poptartz piece

North plus north
Fusion of two positives
My raw primal lust and energy
Receiving everything she gives

The intensity is high
Venus and the Moon weeps,
Tears of Joy,
Water to wash my her feet

No need for the Sun,
She keeps me warm
Sparks of fire, she whispers against my lips,
I will not conform

beautiful and taunt, her domes summon me
Her V plus my V, a triangular tabernacle for me to rejoice
Her waves wash over me
Soft, tender, then she’s gone
I’m empty.


This piece was written by a friend of mine Roxanne :) you guys can follow her on twitter @Roxipoptartz 



Collision of Pride

Carved from the same clay

But uniquely fashioned

Not everyone likes to see two of the same things together

But I do

Not many have felt the difference between the two
But I have

So even though it has been designed from the same canvas

It’s a separate work of art

and when they collide…the unison is like magic, music, a gallery of the best designs ever created.


For: Pride celebrations