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I wonder if you think of me
in the way I do of you.
Does your heart flutter,
or do you get butterflies?
Does your heart ache,
I remember swiping on your profile
Your eyes like stormy skies
I remember your smile
The way it tilted slightly to the right
And the way I couldn’t stop staring at you
But it almost feels illegal
it’s her.
i get lost in her eyes,
her voice,
her ideas.
when she talks,
i listen.
when she’s quiet,
1. Silent. Keep walking. This is not worth my attention.
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2. I don't have the energy for this. If you're gonna try something, just do it, or leave me alone.
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When I start to die, I look to the sky
I’m shaking and crying and I don’t know why
And that’s the worst part
Because how can I explain what i don’t even know
Welcome to lake indifference
Here you will find the vacation home of every man I have ever loved.
Starting with cabin 208
Occupied by all the men I accidentally loved in high school.
Or at least I thought I loved.
I want to build you a library and fill it with all your favorite books
And all the reasons I still love you.
And I will never stop adding to it
That way you can wander the halls of my heart chambers forever.
This is my gay poem
My poem about pride
And about finally coming out to my parents after 23 years
But you know some news falls on cotton-filled ears
Never bothering to ask where they got the cotton from.
I was 16 years old when I finally realized that I was gay.
When I finally understood why I had so many girlfriends,
But could barely speak to other boys
I was 16 years old when I first kissed a boy
Why haven’t you come out?
It doesn’t make sense
You know your parents would… probably accept you
They are allies, you know that much
My senior year of high school I joined the school’s swim team
Not because I particularly liked the idea of spending my afternoons
mindlessly swimming laps in a public pool.
Or the smell of chlorine in my hair
I love when a man is nervous to talk to me for the first time
Not in a masochistic way
Or a rude way
I just love the way they blush
Or the way they trip on their words
Or fidget with their fingers
I had a boy come up to me once
When he heard I’d be singing at our high school’s senior award ceremony.
To ask “what will you be singing? a whale song?”
He turned to his friends and began to laugh
Straight people can be so nosy sometimes
There’s always something y’all want to know about what I do in the bedroom.
But at the same time none of you really do
And honestly I don’t understand.
God give me the serenity I do not deserve.
A luxury bought with the blood of those who came before me.
Give me the peace that comes from a privilege I did nothing to earn.
And tell me I am loved
First: Jesus loves you. Even if he is the only man who does at the moment.
Two: your sexuality and your religion are not mutually exclusive and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
Today I realized the word Shepherd, is one "e" away from Sheep herd
Which isn’t enough to write a poem about
But it was enough to make me not kill myself today.
They call me a slut
They call me a slut because I sleep around I guess that’s what they call it
They call me a slut because I am good at making men feel good
I am good at making men feel good because it makes me feel good.
Is that really us?
What happened to our graphic tees?
The white tube socks?
Do we always cuff our jeans now?
How do you make it look that neat?
We never really do neat
Or I guess we never used to.
I am dreaming about pies
Or maybe it was chrysanthemums
Or the way your laugh sounds like distant thunder
and I always loved thunderstorms.
I hear your breath in my ear to remind me that it is 7pm
We used to write, you and I,
When I was too small to grasp
The world or anything in it,
And you were afraid
Of what I would find if I knew;
So I waited by the mailbox
For your watchful answers.
Depression is a drag queen
She sashays across the floor
Covered in sparkles and makeup
So you almost forget.
You almost forget how alone you feel
How the bar is empty
HOMOCID
Rainbows people, look around! Don't you notice anything?! Every second,
every moment, the Higher powers, that created the world,
The year I was born
Was the same year Matthew Shepard was murdered
The same year blood filled our televisions
And anger burned our throats
The year I was born was when everything changed
Empty
This is the best way I can describe how I feel right now
How I feel knowing that it’s over
That our adventures are over
That the plans we made will never come to fruition
You are my everything
you are the breath that i take
the blood that runs through my veins
you are the very essence of my soul
you are every fiber of my being
without you
i am nothing
I could never write love poems til I met you.
Could never describe how it felt to love
To love as deeply as I do
As I have
I could never write love poems without them becoming tear drops on the paper
Friday night, first week of May, you brought me here like a child. Hungry for new experiences. A new world. Scared that that world might not accept him as he is. Nervous.That night we drank, we danced, we laughed, and we kissed….
I never told my parents I was gay.
Never mentioned that I would not be giving them grandchildren.
An eleven year old’s mind, full of insecurity, but eleven year old’s will listen.
Listen to the news that you watch
The rain falls, the ponds are filled, but sadness and gloom it brings.
I fell again, in what they call "love".
But this time is different, a kind of love i couldn't easily get over,
FlowersLilacs and cock, your hips are showingLilacs, lilacs, lilacsSports shirt is tight, bury me in your pitsLilacs, lilacs, lilacsHairy hole, cherry lubeShoppers brandLooking for a stemMoaning bitch, cumming on my chestHairy hole, I tied your st
Oh my sweet boy
You who were once my morningstar
Far away and too far gone
Lost amidst the endless sea
Drowning you with each crushing wave
A minute is slicing my nerves
It gives me a pressure along my body's curves
Muting my voice down to the silence
Betraying me, my gestures are put in defiance
A minute ago I was a human
it's like being a dandelion in a field of flowersyou look like them, you smell like them, you feel like them
but you're a weed
Cutting through the dark
It's a cold, it's a dark which dwell in my shivering heart
My fears make me chasing through the losses I bear,
All these pieces which are falling apart.
Spreading my lashes outwards to the sun, moon and stars.
Connecting bodies as a rhizome,
Emerging here and there, lost in nowhere.
Moulding rhythms, rhymes, tones, flights and falls between the words.
I've been uprooted thrice. First found
no comfort in being myself. By
being swept off the ground.
The people hanged stigma over
With voices harsh and loud
Second, the state failed to make me proud
Remain untouched by the love and acceptance of the other
Stay beyond of life and people's circles
You're all alone
The best you can do is to hide yourself from your mother
What does it mean to be American?
It means slowly getting rights to have them stripped away again
People will contrast the Time changes of Then versus Now
It has been two years today
Since I have had a fight with my then girlfriend
And, crying bitterly, I entered the living room
Replied to my father’s concerns
And let him know his daughter was dating a girl.
My girl had sparkly blue eyes
And told the most fantastic lies.
I sat, looking into her chest
As she put me through another one of her
Twisted tests.
She had me addicted
To her peppermint tongue,
I keep a list of the people I could have fallen in love with in my mind
It’s a list that grows by and by each day
Like the boy I “dated” in sixth grade
yesterday i fell in love
fell in love the day before too
and the day before that
and on and on and on
stretching back to when i first met you two
2:30AM: I say to you, I cannot bare to continue feeling this unloved, this unworthy of love. You said to me, “remember we are strong” as if it was something I could forget, but I had.
I am lesbian, I am gay, I am bi, I am trans, I am straight. I am love, I am kindness, I am caring. I am more then my trauma. I am more than my abuse. I am more than my scars. I am what survival looks like. I am human.
Depression grips my wrist like a child in a storm
Holding me a hostage, in my head and in my dorm
Filling me with sadness that cannot be explained
Like my head is full of cannon balls and my ankles all but chained.
Never fall for it.
stop falling for it.
her beautiful smile and soft skin.
how she tricks you into coming back.
How somehow everything is your fault.
She could stab you, but the kiss heals the pain
For once I’m actually happy
Despite all the shit that happens,
She makes my day better
It doesn’t matter if my parents don’t “agree” with it
My dad and I butt heads all the time
You make me smile in a time I forgot I knew how.
A twinkle in my eyes and a sweat on my brow
To stifle a laugh under breath made of steel
You taught me to laugh, to smile, and to feel
A lullaby drifts on a distant breeze
Sapphire’s twinkle in the light of his eyes
Dust settles down like the my tears when they cry
While a sweet silent shiver drips down from the skies
The demonic souls cut your self-worth for a game
To you it was all second nature but the shame
With the understanding that they were better
It was all fun and games in that camp letter
Because I love you,
I can get up in the morning. It may be a simple thing,
But the way you smile at me when you see me get out of my car
Bedhead, too hot tea, and bad jokes and all?
It makes it worth it.
Times never change, Sappho//You could not weave and I could not write tonight//She asked me to write her essay for her (she hates English class) and I said yes—like a fool to the stockades//I turned my essay in late because of her but it
He was born Sophia.
But it doesnt fit him, and that name is as dead as the flowers I have pressed in my journal.
Always there, a reminder, what I have to call hm in front of his mom.
How messed up is it that we live in a world
Where blue is for boys and pink is for girls
Where it’s better for men to have a gun than a doll
Dear God,
Why have you made me this way?
What is the purpose?
You say that those like me;
We are to burn.
You don’t make mistakes,
Hey.
I'm Benz.
I changed my name when I was fifteen,
I'm many things.
Buddhist, retired emo, a little bit of a stoner.
I'm a little hipster,
a little grunge,
and little spacey,
"I wish someone would write about me like this."
"Someone does."
You didn't believe me but you were all I wrote of today.
My day was shit
Until you came up in conversation
And then I went on about you
My face lit up and I felt all sunny yellow inside
Even my cheeks went strawberry pink
i’m scared.
i’ve been consumed by my selfish wants,
consumed by me craving to hold you,
consumed by dreams of a better reality
Snakes are all around me.
And, it becomes harder to know who to trust.
I want a friend, but are you just using me?
You say you'll change for me and you are.
i see you in the morning light,
with silver eyes like the hanging moon
i try to look away, but I’m drawn to you
caught in some sort of morning light spell
How sickly sweet is my lover
A sinful candy, pink like her lips that soothe my questioning mind
lesbians are not real, peeping tom.
the ones that u want anyway.
dreamland lesbians:
straight girls in sheep’s clothing
that succumb to men’s advances
eventually.
only existing when u
if i was her boyfriend
i’d invite her to stay
the night at my house
if she likes, she would say
“yes!”, we’d grab snacks
i would nervously rest
my head on her shoulder
o why did I wear a dress?
cross my heart and hope to breathe / suck the air into my lungs like a promise broken / like wind in the air singing hymns across a desolate plain / and wish for something different or better or nothing at all / because this is my story and our st
apollo would be gay
he would dance with his sister playing on his harp or lyre
emmitting sunlight from his skin
he would eat grapes and speak in poetry and
all his children
He was looking at me with a hunger in his face that boys like me learn to ignore as soon as we can climb a tree.
I have never climbed a tree.
I was curious.
“What are you
You hide behind pages withered with millenia of hatred
Each letter an excuse for you to say "I don't care if they hold hands,
Just don't do it front of my kids."
I wish I could tell you
I have something to say
But when I finally try to
You walk far away
The somethings a secret
That only I know
I tried hard to keep it
But it’s starting to show
I'm sitting on your bedroom floor
talking about nothing
but how could I not want more?
you're laying in bed
telling me about your latest fantasy
asking if the same thoughts are running in his head
the feel of your hair
while you rest your head on me
should be a crime, it isn't fair
the look in your eyes
while you tell me you're here to stay
makes me want to ask if you'll be mine
I just stood there
Almost paralyzed by your beauty
Yet, Letting your hurtful words cut me so deep I started to bleed from my wrist
My blood was as red as her matte lipstick
He seemed odd to me.
That’s what I was told to see.
“Don’t let him near you”
Now I see the truth,
Does not matter who you love;
Just know I love you.
By now in life you have faced some demons;
Learned the corners and closets to avoid.
You coddle your innocence
In the soft and cuddly things around you.
I am a cloud
I will water this land
I will see it grow
Nothing can destroy me
My hope keeps me strong
I can see the acid they pour
It is weak
Their attempts cannot stop a storm
He is thirteen
Navigating school hallways and people and the nooks and crannies of his developing body
But one thing he can't figure out
Is what's wrong with him
Years locked up, forbidden
A rush of feeling unleashed
Everywhere I look
I am reminded
Of the beauty and love
I once turned away from
Im sorry I grew up mom
I’m sorry I’m not your little girl anymore..But no matter how many times you try to deny that it’s me and I need to change Frankly you have no say in this matter....
i've done it.
okay?
i've done a lot.
i've laughed till i peed myself,
cried until my throat was sore,
figured myself out so i wouldn't have to
Where foot petals unfolded
Under canopies of foliage was a place
Neither good nor bad --
Was simply beyond. Rumi told
Me this: these words tattooed
On the water there
A petal breaks the silence, suddenly submerged lungs aching for breath,
alone,
more words tumble from the mouth.
Mirror, mirror,
As I speak to you
the petal finds a break
On the water there
A petal breaks the silence, suddenly submerged lungs aching for breath,
alone,
more words tumble from the mouth.
Mirror, mirror,
As I speak to you
the petal finds a break
I.
maybe it was selfish to call this love. but is it greed when all we have is each other?
II.
i watched the world end when i was young;
where there was light before, now there is silence.
“Yes”
I finally said
and my mother’s eyes filled with tears
her gut with pain
her words with poison
my father left my room
my brother looked at me
why his eyes said
Eigth grade is when I found out
That straight did not define me
A single small peck
On the lips was that it took.
Oh, how scared I was
I had grown up around hate
That those who are gay
When you hurt
There is a malevolent force
One feeling you can feel
Which is all great remorse.
It was only once
Wait it became twice
The feeling was so good
It became thrice.
Dirty
Dirty, dirty words
How dare you speak them in my house
My home, His house
Who I am is not dirty
But let it be undefined, unspoken
coming out to you
was a roller coaster
of emotions.
you didn't seem to
take it very well.
i tried to tell you
it didn't make me any
different.
Outcast you may call me.
If that what it has to be.
I will not change my ways.
Because you can't accept, what is happening these days.
It is not a crime for me to love.
Chants of slurs follow people
down the streets
through the halls
in jobs
in home.
Places supposed to be sacrad and safe
Turned against them.
Nobody woke up and asked to be called 'Fag'
She is ample
long, luxurious locks
that unlock me
plentiful, sloping curves
that my tongue skiis down
she provides rich milk
nourishing my pounding heart
soft, plump lips whispering
When the rain has dried on windows, do you think of me?
The aftermath of a downpour
Nothing but a resin left, ugly, tainted
Or do you hire the cleaners out? wipe away any memory, start fresh
New windows
I'm sorry
I'm sorry I like girls
I probably failed you
In this world boys date boys
I am sorry for being straight
I know this comes as a shock my mothers
And I will be able to have children
Hey.
I’m here
I’m Queer,
And I’ve come to say:
Sometimes I’m quiet
Locked in a box,
Silent with family,
Who is that man?
Hot damn!
He was the man who let the dogs out
I found him in a treehouse
Get out of that tree house!
Now he walks with million dollar pants
Bring forth the second coming!
(Dyke, Him, He,fag,)
I- I’m just going to call and tell her (Rinng, ringgg) uggh hello .
Mom- Yes Imani.
I- I have something to say.
Mom- Yes Imani what is it.
I- I’m gay.
I don’t know you yet
But I know that you are beautiful
I don’t know if you’ve met my family
But I know that you are mine now
The peace I will feel when,
my eyes are unable to blink,
when my legs are unable to swing.
the peace I will feel when,
my hair stops growing,
mouth stops smiling.
The peace, when my heart
Euphoria,
the feeling a bee feels
when it finds a daisy.
the feeling a dog has,
when it finds a bone
a bird, a seed.
a lion, a zebra
me, you.
I feel like an artist,
Desperately trying to blend,
My darkened soul,
Into the rainbow that was once,
My mind.
Your hands slowly,
Trace their way down my thigh.
Your lips,
Make their way to my chest.
But what is lust,
If we don’t have love?
Love,
when I was young,
i was told I would fall in love,
why didn’t you tell me,
how much it would fucking hurt.
I feel the breath being pulled straight from my lungs. They feel themselves collapsing back into the same stars that they were born from. I feel my heart pounding.
When I met her
I didn't know one day
That I would see the world in her eyes
When I met her
I didn't anticipate
Her laugh becoming the sweetest Melody I've ever heard
When I met her
I didn't know
unfortunate feelings
I had completely fallen for him
I loved him
Undeniably adored him
I loved him so much that i forgot to love myself
I am a rare and wild virgin flower in a field filled of poison ivy.
The kind of poison that's been infecting my life and trapped inside me.
And as I become wilted no longer able to get up, my family has been by me.
Something about you So different from the others Something about youI can’t explain, but I love it Something about youStands out from the rest Something about you I just can’t resist
All those things combined make me want to hold on to you forever
For worse or for better
You should already know that you are my treasure
And when we together nothing can ever measure
Your arms are my shelter
I observe & your face says it all When I’m pleasinWhen I’m teasinWhen I’m eatin..Juices like honey Natural & raw
I like statistics and I’m relying on data, my logic is
probably the lunchroom is full of a couple dozen gay kids thinking
damn, I hate how everybody here is straight
What is the problem
with a kiss?
Nothing
that is what people would say
but if I add in one word
gay
one word
they freak
let me try this again.
What is the problem
Flashback
A scared 12 year old
Alone, afraid, abstract
Knowing they were
Different
Than other girls
A stolen glance at school
An unflattering haircut
A google search for
A haircut
It all started with a haircut
seems kinda stupid
But there it is
Pleasant smiles
Suddenly became confused glares
Poetry changed my life,
Poetry set me free and let me fly,
Poetry taught me to love myself and never cry,
Poetry has forever changed my life.
Without poetry I would be caged,
"Have you ever dated a girl?"
He asked.
I wanted to tell him that
she grows flowers from her veins
Words have never sat on my tongue well
Never tasted like sweet juleps in summer heat
Or rolled like a Rolls Royce out of my mouth
Instead caught in the cracks of the dirty pavement,
How was I supposed to know you seriousness, we’ve joked about that apple for so long,
When picked; my breath fled along with my nerves.
Sure, we were best friends and I neglected to inform you of my love for you,
Growing up I realized I lived a life denied
In a lie
I started young in denying my truths
So the inside of my head ran ragged with words
unsaid
To be happy in loves eyes Is as simple as a couple pretty lies To care less what is true Just as long as I'm with you
I don't remember when I first heard the word
I don't remember when I first knew what it meant
I don't remember anyone telling me
uncomfortable hatred
casual dislike
heart on edge
whenever the word is whispered
i hear them say it
in that hushed tone
I would say I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place,
But sometimes, it’s more like I’m stuck between a rock and the ground.
I’m pinned in place, and I can’t move.
Girls are great
They have nice hair
They wear cute clothes
They are super nice
They are very smart
They're cute.
cool
Boy meets
boy
Girl meets
girl
boy kisses
boy
Girl kisses
girl
Girl gets
shunned
Boy gets
praised
Do you truly understand what it means to be locked away?
You see all my life, I have been stuck without even realizing it
Did you see it
In my eyes?
How five words
...or was it six…?
Made me the happiest
Girl
Happiest friend
I guess I mistook
The reasons I have you
And the reasons you have me
We aren’t meant to fall in love
Now
Or ever
I’m meant to be
No honey please don’t be so sad…
Trust me
I know
Everything
Because I was you
In a way I still am
Please…
You are a painter who paints in my mind
you show me the world I wish I could find
A world where I’m happy with you by my side
a world where our love has no reason to hide.
i know you're just a girl but still i feel like you put me through the wringer, twisted up my body till i was nothing but wet eyes.
to my dearest,
i remember seeing you for the first time
i remember falling for you for the first time
it was like jumping off of a cliff
& not worrying about the fall
For those who told me I was weak,
I'm afraid to say, you're wrong.
My mind,
my body,
my voice,
they are not weak because you don't understand them.
They are like a delicate ghost,
To you,
the struggling rainbow after each dark storm.
To you,
my gorgeous warrior,
my faithful sun.
Do not stop fighting,
but if you must,
do not let yourself be silenced.
I couldn't save you,
My friend.
Whose smile was big and great, your eyes
peeking out over the moutain of cheek.
Your short hair that you tried so desperatly
to grow out.
I want to find the words
The words to explain
explain how I feel
as a kid today
You try to listen
Dear Sydney,
Out there,
I’d be bare,
Stripped down, naked,
A silhouette, faded.
Can’t you understand?
Dear Father,
Where has she gone?
When I came out to
her,
she wore a black-lace veil
and mourned the death of
her grandchildren
Little, little mirror
To my 18-year-old self,
I know you are scared
Because it took you forever
To admit to yourself
That you might be gay.
I know you’re confused
Because you’ve liked boys before, too
To the boy on the bus,
with the thick brown hoodie and the old running shoes and the wireframed glasses
and the ripped jeans that started at the knees
when you bought them
but strecthed to your lower thigh.
Last night of October—we lay on the floorWarmly aligned from our shoulders to hipsBy the orange soda fizz of a loud movie scoreLast night of October—we lay on the floorIn the dusty blue attic beneath the trapdoor
ah, look at you.
you’re a plum pit to me,
a cratered seed of stability
amidst rotting flesh,
the nectar of bee stings
rolling off you
August 23, 2017
Dear Mom,
Please read this entire letter through and don't skip around; read this before opening the email I sent you. Please keep an open mind. I love you!
Funny
Funny how people scream and shout,
opinions that were not asked for.
Funny how people are rude,
yet hypocritical when treated the same.
Isolation is the mask that disguises us from those who do not wish to observe. They have eyes, but they cannot see that we are all the same, just unique. I pray that one day they will open their eyes, so they can read in between the lines.
do you remember,
when your lips softly brushed mine,
and my heart was a bird escaping it's cage,
and my soul had wings bursting from my back,
because you smelt like cocoa butter and tasted like strawberries,
dear my love,
everytime we are apart
i wish to relocate closer to your heart.
i love you so very much
and i tell you this everyday.
still, one day i wish to hold you closer
there was a sun, there was a moon, each who ruled her hours sun, she satupon the clouds, moon, among the stars. "there is no light i can make",said the moon to her love.the sun shone bright,and nowat night,you can see her up above. halfway across
Welcome to the Closet.
Here you will discover the many wonderful things I cherish.
On multicolored hangers, an array of shirts and dresses are organized by
clothing type.
I am trapped in the closet,
Such a scary place,
With monsters around me,
About to bite my face.
I hold on for dear life,
Day after day,
Waiting, just waiting,
Will I fade away?
Her fingertips like magic,
Sending sparks through my body.
I close my eyes and imagine
my hair wrapped around her fingers,
alone burning with anger
becoming stone the only defense
she gets hate from a stranger
she didn't do anything worth offense
.
He lets me know my emotions aren’t to be belittled, for they are natural.
He tells me I’m I’m foolish to have thought otherwise.
This is ridiculous
What is ridiculous?
This poetry thing.
The one you told me about?
Yeah. That one.
What's wrong with it?
It just isn't enough.
What isn't enough?
The whole thing.
The Earthly Angel The dying blue planet, his home, without True Pink
Had not one to love him, not one to form a link.
I’ve been here before Way too many times. I’ve spent countless nights in terror Letting out frantic cries. I’ve plotted my death Again, again, and again. I’m willing to give up this fight, After all, it seems to have no end To you, to him, to her
She walks with confidence,
Her heels clicking with each step,
She blows a bubble as pink as her lips,
Her petticoat swishing side to side,
How she hated that color,
It made her ill, it made her sick,
The color of candy corn, pumpkin guts, and unnatural cheese,
Grandfather, I thought you loved me?
You said it as you held me close.
All the times we laughed with glee,
And when we would garden outside.
Then we were in your room, I froze
I begged for you to leave me be
The sun is hot and painful
It leaves scars on the skin
It brings fires to homes
The sun is blinding
But I can’t stay away from him
She is everywhere
Even now, I swear she never left
She’s in every car ride
When rock songs play
The echoes of the way she sings
The first time I realized I loved you
You were sitting in front of the TV,
It was glowing around you like you were
Something holy
Because you love me
You would answer every shaky breath of mine with "are you okay?"
Because I love you
I kissed away your tears and held you so tightly
Because you love me
Mother, she is light.
She bounces off tin-foil lakes, soothing tides.
She warms the back of my eyes every dawn.
She is a sunspot amongst freckles and stars.
She lets me look on beauty.
I liked it when you told me I would be your princess on a pedestal
I liked it when you told me life with you was never dull
I liked it when you told me I was perfect
I liked that I was the one you picked
The colour of her dress as I dipped her on the dance floor that night
The colour of the sky as we strolled around town, aimlessly
The colour of the water as we splashed in the sea
I don’t know if these feelings are right or wrong, but is anything right or wrong. We go through life-fighting; fighting for love, fighting our fears.
Love comes gently.
A grazing of hands or
A smile.
It is then that you will realize that love,
Is not searched for,
But found.
When you wake up and snuggle into our pillows
Your smile when we see after a long time
How you hide your face when we are called lovers
I fall in love with the way people live
The way people are
Their eyes and how they crinkle when they laugh
The way their hair falls in just the right place
The feeling of their arms around you
Mom, I’m gay
I’ll talk to you later.
I’m sorry (but not really),
I’m in love with a girl.
She is stunning,
My heart is full.
You don't know who I am
So why tell me what to be?
You don't know what I've done
So why tell me how to feel?
Why can't you say my name
Without wanting to rip out your throat?
I've spent my life in closets
First, it was the closet of a loner
A child without friends in a world of hate
The closet was small, suffocating, and lonely
Because I love you:
I’ll make sure you eat and drink,
I’ll stop pestering if you say “I’m not hungry.”
Because I love you:
I’ll wipe your tears when you cry,
Sometimes when I sit all alone
I sense someone never known
Yet this never surprises me
The ghost of fingers in my hair
Whispered words through the air
Still impeding actuality
my love for you is beautiful and lyrical and poetic, it is pure and it is natural - it is good and it is real -
SOMETIMES I WONDER WHAT IT’S LIKE IN THAT MAN’S SHOES AND WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SO LOVED, AND UNAPOLOGETICALLY YOURSELF
Hands held tight,
Skin against skin,
Their warmth was shared
In the lonely, cold dorm room.
Everyday felt like eternity
In heaven
I don't know what you went through,
but it was wrong.
I never felt the sting of those names,
they were just common words to me.
I never thought that they meant that.
I never thought that your skin,
Ever since New York
I tried to change my mind
pushed away these little things
and these little white lies.
I was only 18 surrounded by fool's gold.
I had no control as these fire proof clouds
Once upon a time...There lived a beautiful blonde babyWith skin kissed by the sun Her black is more beautiful than goldAs the story
Once upon a time
I dropped a slipper
Why did I do that
Are my feet the size of a rat?
Oh wow she is so wise
Giving me a full makeover
Once upon a time
There lived a girl named Cinderella
She was an orphan living with her Evil Step Mother
She was forbidden from ever having fun
Once upon a time
there was a princess in distress
living way up high in a fortress
she cried out each day
the birds just flew away
when a princess came walkin by
Live in a world where religion is a parody of its own meaning.Where true love is called perversion,And a preference is classified as a sickness.Where our young are nothing but impressionable
She said, "I hate my own skin." With so much certainty, That I couldn't help but frown. "Why?" I asked. "It's imperfect," she clarified. "It's scarred, blemished, and, worst of all, It's full of moles."
Its funny how when people look at me and they see me…They don't see meBecause I am not me I haven't been me in a long time…I hide in the closet where it’s nice and safeJust because i’m in a closet doesn't mean i’m gayI'm gay because I like guysW
He must marry for the kingdom, caged by commitment
By order of the king, the fairest maidens were summoned,
A royal ball was called,
Tonight he must choose.
I sat alone
Waiting
Typical fairytale
I, the lonely damsel
In a tower
Awaiting a rescuer
I sing and read and paint to pass the time
Until my hero gets here
One day he found me in my tower
I am thankful for queer history.
However hidden it has been.
I am thankful for the great artists and engineers of the Renaissance.
I am thankful for DaVinci and Michelangelo.
I extracted myself from my family…...from my friends.
I calmly plucked away, little by little, my involvement, my presence…...my existence.
To no apparent end my soul grew darker than the pits of hell.
it’s
how you take my heart wringing
it out twisting and rearranging
and i start to search
for a prince in you all over again
Once Upon a Time…
The only son of a King and his Queen was cursed,
His fate sealed by the cruel hand of a dark fairy.
'A prince needs a princess' he has been told all his life
A woman, pretty women, go and be happy, prosper
with a woman
pick a woman, a beautiful woman, make her your queen
you can have any
Take me to Atlantis,
the wide array of sea life.
I want to be where the merpeople are,
and sing their songs of seas.
Take me to Atlantis where I may meet my Princess,
and she will meet hers.
Once Upon A Time, when kids could roam freely in the woods, When adults did not have to lock their doors,When the people of the village felt safe. It was a time before chaos fell, Before a tyrant led by greed and desire decimated all happiness,
her lips part at the arduous notions of
stepmother bound to her trail of agony, shallowed dress keeping pace
with its tendrils attached to tressels of white lipped fingernails
Once upon a time...
Lived a poor young woman who wanted to go to college,
A college of her dreams to aquire more knowledge.
But this college was elite and also very expensive,
They locked her away
put that dyke away
shes frozen in her bones
breasts like ice cream cones
they told her date that man
but around the room she scans
spotting melted girls
I look at you
and I cannot believe
that you don't know
can't feel
my depth of love,
cannot reach your
hand inside my heart
and pull yourself out.
I wonder feverishly
There were empty spaces between us
And I couldn't tolerate them anymore
So here's the thing, We were never really friends, Our friendship was just a dead end, You were the one out of many who understands, But what surprised me was that we were always holding hands, Our relationship saw a future, It ended with hatred
If the looks I gave her were illegal,
Surely i'd have a life sentence.
I'd be locked away forever like my heart inside my ribcage,
six letters.
one word.
Faggot.
two syllables that make any queer kid in-or-out of the closet feel nothing less than
unwanted
unloved
12/28/2016
As flesh clad together turn in my mind,
Something I’ve abstained from and so I find,
Messy, Daylight, Fences
She learned to love her, yes she did
In those few minutes and few weeks
It wasn't love strain'd (maybe Shakespeare'd understand)
And it wsasn't love beow the belt
He’s just a token
Of his family’s disappointment
A silent reminder of what’s bad
All the dark in this world
He’s just a token
America is not free, not until everyone has the same rights as you and me.
We? Us? Them?
Who am I to say we are the same. They fight to walk down the streets.
I fight just to marry the man of my dreams.
My rights are being taken away!
You scream while I cannot go to the bathroom in my home state.
My rights are being violated!
bittersweet
is a girl with two left feet
somehow wanting to dance into my
life and making me feel
again
bittersweet
That feeling, those feelings, that tingling I have
The twinkling, the gleaming, screaming within
The bleeding, the pleading, the grieving that’s been
Confusing when it’s who I am.
you and i should
go everywhere we can
all i want is
picking flowers with you
picking fights with them
you and i should
Sometimes you look at me
as though i’ve never kissed a girl before.
I cannot tell if it is pity or love
which causes you to fret over my virgin lips.
Anna is the smell of oatmeal with pears and strawberries
Illegal in the eyes of the judiciaries
More hot and heavy than every star in Aries
Anna and I held hands in eighth grade
"Your hands are sweaty."
I am a lesbian.
I am a human.
I am alive.
I have feelings.
I do not hate men.
Men have not hurt me.
It's not a phase.
I can fall in love.
Everything was closing in.
The things around me were blurred as if the world had suddenly gone out of focus.
And then I saw her.
She was wearing a purple dress and was laughing with a friend.
I am from Cadiz,
from the ¨gator pond¨
next to my torn down trailer.
I am from dangerous bike rides,
dodging trees.
From climbing rock cliffs
and pulling off ticks.
It took until this year for me to accept me
To even realize I was drowning
In an ocean of the heteronormative
I was floundering
Love is just a joke.
Nothing but lies written on a note.
Hearts of pink and red,
thoughts of roses on the bed.
Torn apart,
As if that note were my heart.
A note with x's and o's
I thought I knew
I was sure I was cool
The summer fun had passed
And then there was school
Low and behold out of the blue
I am unique,
like my fingerprint.
I cannot be changed.
My pride,
the rainbows that surround me,
are me.
JUST KIDDING!
I'm gay, but
rainbows don't come near me.
I mean, come on,
Slipping under the guards of yellow tape, that warns "stay away," burying myself into clouds and space. Locked into this haven, reserved only for my soul,
Musician, or magician? Fingers
dance along the arm of a partner.
If you’re making me put lipstick on,
isn’t it messy if we kiss? After all, both of us
Blood
I can smell it
on your sheets.
I can see it in your eyes,
I hear it in your voice.
I know that I've lost you
I can tell
I remember the colour of her eyes
Staring up with me with more heat than that Summer day.
All the fire,
All the passion,
All the greens and browns and golds.
Well what do you want me to be Dad? Do you want me to puff my chest out and speak with bass in my voice? Or would you rather me hang with the guys and talk about girls all day?
Is the closet really safe?
Or was it meant to be fake
Played with like a heart
Who will soon be torn apart
See,but people don't realize this
That the closet is safe as is
My name is
Perplexed.
Trapped in the past,
Trapped in the present,
Never see the future.
My name is
Perplexed.
Perplexed,
All I understand.
As love is between
Odd as it seems, I don’t remember where I was.
I just remember my sister wanting to cuss
I need a place
A safe place
A silent place
A peaceful place
A building where I can march up to a urinal and piss like nobody's watching
let me be clear, i am not trying to be political, i am only trying to exist.
Christmas time brings upon cheer
But this is the time Sham went to jail
Sham as in mom
The first woman my Gay ass ever loved
Caretaker
The woman who
Birthed me out her canal
I was declared a Teenage attention seeker the day I came out as Transgender,
because just being LGBT+ Was suddenly in style.
As though my gender was a prize to be sold to the next person that claimed it theirs.
Tonight was never meant to end in a murderous fiasco of hate and pain. I crouch by the bathroom sink in order to preserve what was left of my dignity and desperation. With each shriek of the gun I crouch lower, lower, lower until my tummy reaches
I love him
His beautiful smile
His cerulean blue eyes
His midnight hair.
He loves me
My blank face
My dirty blonde hair
My emotionless brown eyes.
He loves him
That bloody red head
I haven’t told my family and friends about these feelings,
How I find girls more appealing.
I wish I was freewheeling
Because my heart is what she’s stealing.
My heart pounds when she’s near.
Why does it offend you?
Why do we offend you?
Why do I offend you?
Why does Love, offend you?
I've seen many sunsets and sunrises. All unique and truly breathtaking. Each one was a blessing to my eyes.
Why is this a world where people are punished for themselves?
They say God hates gays,
They say God hates trannies,
They say God hates blacks,
They say God hates Asians,
They say God hates us,
As I grow older, I find myself falling for girls with a similar mindset as me
I used to chase after girls
Who were pretty, beautiful, but had no personality
Something had clicked and in that moment I knew
SMOOTH IS AS SMOOTH DOES
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Dedicated to: The Classmate of Political Science II
Fall 1996
I am not a freak
Just because I am different
From what you expected
Just because I don’t fit
Your pre-determined stereotypes
And his mama asks "what's wrong?"
And he mumbles "nothing"
And he runs to his room,
And he bangs the door shut.
And he sits on the floor by his bed,
And he sticks his headphones in his ears,
these two situations are not ideal in combination:
being thirteen,
and realizing that gay is a synonym for your name.
but that was my summer before eighth grade.
Friend you left me alone today.
Heaven your mind will depart to.
Body stays to decompose down.
You are now part of Earth's soul.
Friend you left me days ago now.
I don’t want to write about you anymore
I don’t want you to think that you are as
essential to me as
periods and lowercase letters or that
the structure of my life will
break down and decompose and
I don't ever write about coming out
because it's just never been something I felt I had to share
People tend not to believe me anyway
My hair is long and curly
I wear makeup and dresses
I don't act like one
49 colorful souls un-willingly sentenced to a dark abyss ...
or possibly an eternity on cloud nine?
Shots ringing...
The immense fear of what might...
Rewind...
Oh, but the more I wrote about youthe easier it got, mouthfuls of poemsfilled up like my anxiety flowing out.I hope you catch the crown fire in your mouth because before it
In this world that we live in, we’re all God’s children
But how does it make sense that somehow I’m the exception
I’m unique, I’m me, I’m one in a million
To my best friend.
When we met it was the 15th day of 3rd grade
I sat alone in the corner like I always had
But this time, you were there with someone
My brother in arms
Battles against the world, himself,
And me. His entire family.
My brother in arms,
An encyclopedia who seems to know the entire world—
And everything throughout—
Anxiety and me
Go hand in hand with my sexuality and me
I am not straight
And I am not gay
I am somewhere in the in-between
Poetry is words that need to be said
It is words trying to escape
Poetry is strength when all courage has fled
It is words spoken
Poetry is what allows me to say, "I matter."
Oh society how dare you Promoting skinny as beautifulAnd fat is insecureBut at the same timeFat should love their curves And skinny should eat a hamburger You create these controversiesThat being single sucksAnd to strive for relationships But who
you had said,"i wish i had a clone...i want to make you happy...and i want to be there for youas much as you want me to be...i want to be the one."
to sin with love
is to quite simply love,
to judge someone's love
is like judging art.
you may not like the sight
or even see the point
but to others it may feel just right.
There’s this soft shirt you ownI like it when you wear it because it holds onto your perfumeAnd I can bury my face in your shoulder or rest my chin against your neck and take you in
To Aliza Le
I remember, sister--
The boys who used to pick at my sexuality like daisies
The main character loves me, the smart side-kickThe thought is a balloon that continuously rises
I can’t live without
the first scent of the fall breeze.
I can’t live without
stomach aches from laughing so hard
with my best friend when we haven’t seen
each other in such a while.
You’re not like me,
they say.
They’re right you know; I’m not like them,
not like them at all;
but they are unaware,
"Wow, that's pretty brave.
Chancing on your mom walking in
On you shoving a dildo
Into your girlfriend."
The alarm screaming, burning eyes
After not once allowing my brain to dip into sleep
I used to think,Why should I even try?It’s hard when everyone around doesn’t see what going on inside your mind,They don’t see the pain, the hurt, or the struggle. At 3AM I lie awake, crying because of fear
My friends try to set me up many boys
And when they do I feel torn inside
Wishing desperatly that they knew the truth
I don't like boys, they aren't my type
I like girls with long legs and pretty smiles
Sinking deeper into my own feelings of concealment, / It's so much easier to tell a lie that you believe.
She smells like sunshine
Bittersweet and blindingly bright
Specks of dust that dreamily dance in her light fill my lungs
She feels like a stormy night
Static shocks from her fingertips
She loves subliminal.
If only your conscious could grasp her heart.
I hold her, we dance beyond the horizon.
Subliminally I tell her to have little faith in me.
It’s not much but she is fair.
Do not cry, for to cry is weak,
And I’ll not ever be weak, not around you.
And hold your tongue, for words do rip,
And I’ll not ever rip at you, not you.
Maybe she likes sports
Maybe he likes ballet
Maybe she's a he
Maybe he's a she
Maybe she likes girls
Maybe he likes boys
We must be treated equal
We are humans, not cookie cutter toys
"You're going to Hell""God doesn't love you, he hates you""You're sinning"Well,At least my sinsAre not against anyone elseNot even myself. There is no needTo disrespect One another
You said I am like that feeling you get from letting go of a balloon,
and watching it drift until it’s color vanishes.
At first, it crushed me that you compared me
Give it to me
Fingerlicking Oh Yeah
This is heaven, you ARE my sin
It's innocence lost.
If you got sny prettier, you can be my goddesse.
Touch my heart but go a little slowly.
Every time someone would ask me my sexuality,
I would feel the words get caught in my throat
And I’d try my hardest not to swallow them down.
Just another kid right?
I just don’t understand what adolescence has to do with intelligence,
because I’m talking to adult minds and I can’t believe there level of negligence.
i think of you and the butterflies, swarming my stomach, swim up and up to my throat in a tornado.my gums are growing flowers, making meadows of messages i can only wish to speak to you.
i wish there’s someway i could tell you
about not being able to sleep.
i want you to view me with virtue;
i want your opinions to keep.
so i can’t tell you of what i’m dreaming,
tell me you love me with stars in your eyes
and i’ll run my bruised hands through your hair.
tell me you love me, darling, it’s no surprise:
i’ve known forever that you are there.
Holding silvers and golds into place on your neck,
Keeping notes and to-do lists on a refrigerator in check.
you, who at first made me feel different,
and yet at once very much the same:
my heart leapt, and my stomach twisted
around every syllable of your name.
i don’t think i have ever tried so desperately hard
This poem is not about her small heart and how it beat against my chest,
A steady stuttering rhythm,
Th-thump th-thump th-thump.
This poem is not about her small hands and how they cradled my chest,
Pull heartstrings while you pull Hamstrings,
Make me feel your presence in it's entirety.
Lungs aren't full enough for you to linger this long, but
I don't care if you don't, and
You told me I made you feel the way
I feel when I draw circles under my tongue,
but I'm not very good with new concepts.Driving the nails into the coffin of my inhibitions,
For fucks sake
I haven't eaten in three days
I am too tired to stay up this late
To do this stupid assignment that I hate
I would rather be digging my own grave
I am a human
I started small
And grew up large
Started thin
And gained my curves
I am a human
I have two strong legs
That carry me
Daily
Across school
Across my journey
I am
A gay Catholic
A gay Catholic
You say?
Can you please
Explain?
What’s there
To even explain
I’m Catholic
And I’m gay
But they don’t
I don't have an aestheticI don't want an aestheticwhen I hear aesthetic, I think anesthesia and I don't want to go to sleep
i am made of ice, my smile permafrost,
and my cold and beat-less heart makes no sound.
i am steady, and my morals never get me lost.
my eyes are open; both my feet are on the ground.
teach me to play the piano,
and i’ll teach you about thermodynamics.
your hands are too cold, and mine are too warm;
don’t you want to know why that happens?
why, when we touch, you melt and i stiffen?
Dear Straight Girls
Stop wearing plaid
Take off that checkered flannel
Aand if I see you with those big “nerd” glasses on your face again I swear I will break them.
you have too much heart, and i don’t have enough stars in my eyes,
and i'm afraid of loving you, because love comes in different kinds.
and i fear the way you smile at me, the way that you laugh,
"There's something bad about her. There's something not quite."
I heard a father say to a little boy one night.
You don’t know how long it’s taken me to write down these words
These words will scorn me for the rest of my life
I tried to talk myself out of these feelings, I’ve tried to talk sense into myself
Just as you’ve taught me
So, I poem about me? Well,
Me isn't the me you see.
At least on the outside,that is.
Have you ever looked into the mirror and seen something you're not?
She sighs.
I sigh.
I'm looking at her, into those pretty green eyes.
Kiss me, she says.
And I do.
Take off my clothes, she says.
And I do.
She tries to speak again but hesitates
I'm pretty fucking great.
Pshh, you know what they say...
Okay,
so I didn't start that way.
I started by living my life on the day-to-day,
had no friends, but what could I say?
Life is short, but life has offerings.
So many offerings, that so many don’t learn to take.
From a young age I was offered beauty and pain.
The pain wasn’t a choice, but the beauty was.
When my parents divorced each other,
At the age of 5,
I told myself, I will be different,
I will succeed.
When cystic acne ravaged my face and body,
I AM BLACK.
Blacks fought for freedom.
I AM WOMAN.
Women fought to be counted.
I AM GAY.
Gays fought for equality.
So why am I still fighting for freedom?
My freedom is confined
She was peerless as she sat on that bench,
Much so that an agonizing gust of wind couldn't ruin her unblemished appearance.
She didn't have to say a word, not one sound.
Love is love, sex is sex. If God hated gays why would they exist? It's not a choice, it's how they are, they accept you, it's not so hard. They want respect, not remorse, give them their rights don't tear them apart.
You are either a girl or a boy, and that's it, right?You can be one or the other, not both and not neither.That's what I've been told, and I try to believe it with all my might,But I know how I feel, you don't.
It started with a book
All good things start with a book
I read the story that changed
my way of thinking
The way we are sheilded
In this "accepting" society.
All I want is 1 chance to make a fool of myself
All I want is for the 2 of us to make pictures for the shelf
All I want is to love you 3x4x5 times a day
All I want is for our love to be 6 shades of gray
I used to be able to time travel.
The time-portal to the past and present was a warm, blue seat.The time-portal to love was through vast, green bamboo stems.
I cry at night
Not for myself but for others
For all the pain I have caused
And all the pain I have endured
I've been deemed unworthy
I've lost so many
Including myself
I’m not like the people you see on the streets,
I’m not like the people you read about or see on television,
I try so hard to be different because of my stereotype,
I’m just like your friends,
As a child, youre taught:
Girls dont kiss girls, nor boy another boy.
As a child, youre taught:
Boys play with Trucks, and a girl with a girly toy.
As a child, youre taught:
My eyes are sore
I imagine the red rims
where all the thoughts swim
and melt into a dream right before me
And ignore me, the very part that i've buried
with the ribbons and the bows and the fury
I'm Seventeen.
I talked to my counselor today.
The school won’t let me back to class without a note from a therapist;
It's hard for me to say
That some people can't accept diversity
Even in the world today.
People can't marry who they love
Simply because they're gay.
Chuan de, river blossom's day, Tian, Hua
Fu rong chu shui, like day rissen from night, hei ye
ni, and i, stand over rui, see those flowers hua cao?
Wo kan, say i, why ta bu shuo? dark, night ta shi...
No matter what I do,
No matter what I say,
You will always see,
What you want me to be.
You can call me "she" instead of "he"
And you can call me by my birth name.
For as long as i can remember
I have always been attracted to females
But I had always been told that being attracted to the same-sex was
unnatural
wrong
a sin
just not right.
When she sleeps, her jaw sometimes slacks and her tongue sticks out
And her eyebrows, which are very expressive, rest too.
When she sleeps, she wraps herself so tightly in the solitude of her blankets,
I woke her up with a kiss
After a night of making love by moonlight
In a twin bed of a back room.
I went and made her coffee:
Black.
Her arms wrapped around my waist
Meant to be there.
Now the days of sufering have gone away
The feeling of depression is still with me
When I try to live my life day by day
It gets ruined by a bully
When he calls me names
I play no games
WHO’S FLAWLESS?
Flawless because I’m contempt with the person I am / becoming.
Flawless because I’m eighteen proud and gay.
I am the problematic child.
I spent my life after I came out
And I found friends who were as gay as me
Many of us often were called "faggots"
At one point, we tried to reclaim the word
These Castle Walls are stronger then they look. I don't have the power to break them down, not as it took to raise them up. I don't want to destroy this beautiful master piece. Whoever built this, must have alot to worry about .
Student 1
Struggling to pay attention!
"Will my next class have better protection?" I'm in a place where I am expected to excel in every way, but why do I get treated differently everyday?"
Expressing how I feel
sometimes confuse me a great deal
Can I understand myself?
Or better yet can you?
I dont always say what I feel
But when I do I keep it real
Anywhere any place
I’m
Broken up inside and I
Can’t tell you what’s
Wrong but I will
Try to let you see.
You’d
Hate me so much because I’m
Not what you dreamed and I
Am so sorry but you
Thank you five,
thank you places—
don’t break curtain,
crack that imaginative fourth wall
where the boys must be chasing you;
aren’t they lining up at your door?
“We know”,
The lies will continue
I will remain a prophet
spewing out words
preaching what i'm not.
I am to blame for my problems
an unwarranted me ruining my chances.
A life of normalcy too scary
As a woman I am told to be quiet
Keep it down
They try to keep me down
Below you, looking up
On my knees, I exist only in ways that service you
They want me to hear, not to speak
Society disapproves
Of how I feel.
It opens wounds
That will never heal.
Our bodies are the same,
But our love is too.
To our hearts it isn't a game,
When I was a little girl I was scaredto tell the world that the other little girldown the road had a crush on me.Because I was worried that cruel peoplewould mock her or through stonesas she passed by,
Do you know what it’s like to be left out of the crowd?
Do you know what it’s like to have no friends?
Do you know what it’s like to feel like you are your own best friend?
My happiness is the way the sunlight glinted off his skin that morning
The green flecks in his deep blue eyes.
The way he timidly brushes his fingers against my hand while were in public.
I can feel the power of the stars transmit through her eyesTo my unworthy eyes In the mouths of those who claimI am incapable of loving herBecause I am a girl
Dear God,
This is a letter from your queer daughter.
Wait, hold up did this girl just say queer?
"You are not a child of God!" Someone shouts!
Oh shut up! This is my letter.
Anyway you know I grew up in church
See my hands bound
so tight
Securely hidden
Behind my back
So I just sit here
and fight
You don't know how
it is to be gay
In an society
Where you have to
hide
Your love everyday
You don't know how
hard I try
To show you that
Let her eyes scan the fall
The wind blowing through her hair
She hears it now
All the words that were whispered
Behind her back
Words on how she was wrong
How she could never be right
I can see the future ahead;
Filled with laughter,
Filled with joy,
Filled with love.
I can see the music;
Hanging with friends,
Just being myself,
Being with someone.
Roses are red
but not as red as the sunset in my dreams,
where we're sitting together on the beach,
laying, cuddling in the warmth of the ending day
Violets are blue
Holding on so tightly of everything you know,
Only to find that you want to let it go,
What happens when all the hate and a taboo
Becomes Who you are,
What happens when What you love
Tears your family apart,
Have you ever had a secret in which you've held awhile;
You see in the eyes of others that you're perceived odd or even vile;
For you being different does not make you gross;
Identity
Who are you?
The biggest question to ask yourself
Who are you really?
Do I know or should I know?
Here we come, a busy people
trotting to and fro.
You’d never guess;
we hardly let it show.
In fact, I say, neither would they.
They can’t tell, themselves.
We’re blind and dumb,
The same brain, body and gender.
Having a light make-up,
We go out.
Wearing pink dresses and high-heels.
As usual...
We are groups of people
made to hate
because of who we love
not what we stand for.
Did no one listen to
your parents?
You treat others how you want to be treated
not
A face, they see, a smile so wide
A heart, they hear, beats strong inside.
But they do not know, they cannot see,
The troubles and darkness inside of me.
A girl, my age, lives so far away,
I wear this mask obscuredly, I hide it best I can.
For this mask is clear and transparent, I never did quite plan.
Cobblestone brusied skin with a touch of ivory
And you knew how to get to me
See you reminded me of my mother
Yes oh how my mother would enter my consciousness
With her ability to patent and sell silence
I should be able to walk down the street with my girlfriend.
I should be able to hold her hand without stares.
Why is there so much hate against us?
We didn't CHOOSE to love each other.
Where you supposed to go when your home aint even home
happiness is in the gutters
have to close up all those shutters
see these people here dont love us
so all we got is each other
Enter head on, in your binding.
So called companionship, misinterprets
For; contract.
For it will be a "duty" and "privilege".
People get so creative these days. All we ever hear when a new, un usual thing comes up now is "well, thats how it is now days."
Sick they say! Sick!
Am I sick?
so disturbing to some
so interesting
Could this be true
The words flowing from your lips
Such hurt you scream
Such pain you cause me
Love can't be forced fore it is a force in itself
Tell me to love her when I'm in love with him
Love is funny. Love is weird. Love is knowing. Love is guiding. And to those whom it passes, it is unintentionally hurting.
Why must we hide
Why must we apologize
Why must we be criticized
For who we are inside
I see no reason to lie
People are monsters
Hating those who just want
To love
nobody left, and nobody died,
but the family count went from six to five.
a daughter abandoned, shunned, alone,
because another girl's heart was the place she called home.
Gay. G. A. Y.
G as in "God hates you."
A as in "abomination."
Y as in "Why haven't you killed yourself yet?"
"There's nothing to be afraid of!" they say
"It doesn't matter that you're gay."
innocent little girl
oh how your innocence has been taken
stolen from you like a thief in the night
a thief with so much power
a thief with so much aggression and anger
Where am I?
The question we always ask. Trapped in a box wearing just a gas mask.
Let me out. I can barely breathe.
I want to be me, but you don’t fucking agree?
Beautiful, strung up in the center
of the room, leather caressing his wrists
pulled tight like the blindfold
pressed against his eyes. The centerpiece
of a mouthwatering feast.
Suspended,
Being gay isn't a choice
Because why would I choose to lose my voice?
Not my voice physically, but politically
There was a little boy. It was his first day of school. He was very cute and attractive, with a chubby little face and a slim body. He had a walk that was more of a waddle but he was still extremely coordinated and never fell.
I live in a world filled with fools,
Believing there is only be one way.
So their hatred never cools,
for all the things that are gay.
"They are from the Devil!"
All the haters proclaim.
Everything is just way too complex,Especially when you’re always trying to walk away the best.
Do you hate me, do hate me for whom I’m attracted to
Well, its not my fault, I was born this way
I can’t change it and I shouldn’t try
I’m gay and I accept who I am.
I had hated myself for so long
In the short lapse between life and death, an individual is taught by society who to love and how to act.
It angers me that so many people follow what they are told.
And I'll be kneeling on the floor
Saying let me in too
For all I've done
Was try to mirror you
You told me to love
And that I did do
I didn't think you specified to who
I don't believe this is it
The do all end all
Of all things I coud do
Is finding love so wrong?
Because I don't think so
Is giving love so wrong?
Because I don't want to be judged
It hurts when you talk now, You finally listened. So many hints I gave, and so many times my eyes glistened. You look at me now, and just think wow. You where so surprised when when I told you that day. Leaned on a heater, looked the other way.
It's dark and alone in here
But I still bite my tongue because it's better
I don't mind the spiders and ghouls
The reward means so much greater
I would rather be what I am not
To please my own kin
I will not be defined by my "stereotypical" gay voice
I will not be defined by my love
I will be defined by the actions I choose
I will be defined by lives I want to change
PTSD, bi polar, adhd, and borderline personality disorder they say. Born dependant on crack cocaine, marijuana, and alcohol. Two weeks in the niccu, which I was lucky it was just two.
Out here, it's just you and me
No one telling us who to be
The moonlight and the stars shining so bright embrace us as we embrace each other
I have a dream that one day equality will mean just that. Marriage is a right for everyone. I have a dream that one day discrimination will no longer exist.
Does it bring joy to your eyes when you see tears in mine?
How good does it feel to know that you make your on daughter ill?
Your the person who birth me.
But I would choose differently if it was up to me.
It’s been a couple months.
The pictures are all gone.
But there's no delete button
For the pictures in my head.
Or the words that you said.
I’ve convinced myself that I’m over you.
It was our wedding day
Full of love and admiration
I looked into her gleaming emerald eyes
I knew we’d remember this forever
It was our wedding day
Friends and family sniffled in the Palace
My skin color may be black
but I have a lot of colors that I don't lack
like my pride I am proud of my rainbow
But also I am considered a Rambo
I fell in love
Woth a woman
Who taught me how to love.
Because of this love
I'm a
Faggot
Dyke
Sinner
Slut
Whore;
An abomination.
When did the world turn to hate?
You wear vans
In the dead of winter
Through sleet and snow
Those canvas kicks
Damp and ragged
From years of treacherous walks
In damp grass
And the rainy wood
Across from your house
The thought of it,
turns some stomachs,
and makes them scoff.
Say we're just confused,
that it's just a "phase",
or that we're a sin.
Sometimes saying it out-loud,
Down at the ocean blue
Whorls of sea foam churn madly
Like the feelings in this beating chest
My heart trembles like a victim of anthrax poisoning viciously suffocating
I think of when I was kid
young and naive.
Ousted by my own friend who left me for sports
and the other who left for Arkansas.
I remember the gravel I used to sit on
You hear it all the time
The cliched, "There are only two types of people in the world..."
But the world is more than just black and white
Chained and slightly battered, The oppressed, gay, different, strange, unaccepted
In 7th grade, I knew I was gay
I didn't think it was normal
Not to be straight
So I cut up my skin
And took a lot of drugs
I drank a lot of alcohol
And gave lots of boys hugs
do we have equality? i'd say no
why can't my sister marry her fiance?but my cousin is going into marriage #5
why do i have no idea how to come out? and my straight sister never had to
Mary said to Betty Lou
I love you dear with all my heart.
And Betty Lou then said to Mary
We should ne’er be far apart.
So they held hands and skipped along
Right up to the holy place.
The emphasis placed on between the legs
Is what is reflected in the world today
We have become so consumed with a person's sex
That it takes precedence over the person they are
Who they will become
I can't get my words out because the constrictor in my throat is begging my silence to keep it company. Because they're bigger than me and their burns sting like the cigarettes they want me to be
So I stay silent
I stood, taking in the bright sun that sparkled against
Carefully constructed costumes,
Custom-fitted, emulating each and every soul perfectly.
Incandescent
Maroon,
I am a very religious heterosexual female. I am currently dating a guy, going on a year now. We are very happy together and we've even discussed marriage way down the road.
When my seventh grade self,
Riled up over the excitement of having a girlfriend,
Came out to my mom I said,
Choice is a conscious decisions
We choose what we wear
And what we say
And what we do
But Love is not a choice
Love is a feeling
Mysterious and dangerous
Silently screaming
Does he like me?
Dances, kisses, cuddles
Hands navigating unchartered territory
So many firsts
But her touch
Over the now chartered territory
But this time was different
YOU need to change
YOU utter words of pain
Sharp enough to slit my wrist
Yet clear enough for me to think
Should I really end this?
The name calling the jokes
It all never stops
Tap Tap wait Tap
Looking for connection
Looking for something that can't be found
Hoping this time it will be there
But it's not
Hold Tap
Tap Tap Wait Tap
I never thought my sexuality
The way I love
Would become the center of my world
It would be the sun around which I revolve
I didn't think I would become so obsessed
So focused on finding myself
He doesn't have too many friends
Then again, it's a small school
None of us have too many friends
But he doesn't have too many friends
And he's walking down the hall
And someone yells out
"Hey! Look!
Bones rattling
It's just two words
Why are they so hard to spit out?
Skin dripping
Isn't this what you've been wanting?
Haven't you wanted to tell them?
Mind reeling
They ask me if I'm confused?
They ask me if it's a phase?
They tell me it's a choice. That I wasn't born this way.
Gay. Straight. Bisexual.
Why do we need these names?
So what you're a girl who happens to like a girl?
So what you're a girl who happens to like a boy?
Don't define the undefinable
People are not words, people cannot be broken down
No dictionary can tell me who to be
No thesaurus can find something similar
So neither can you.
Everyone says:
So you want to change?
I do.
It seems so easy
So there
So right
Right?
If I could change anything
It would be perception
Myself
My Community
The world?
We forget the words of equality that once were said,
In the fight for Civil Rights blood once stained the roads red.
First it was women, then it was blacks.
Round and round we went and now we're back.
I love her with all of my heart.
My broken, mangled, crumbling organ of love.
I want to show her off,
To hold her hand and kiss her in front of more then God above.
But my family's strict.
When I first met you, I was cliched
With tropes and trie beliefs
Which were only platitudes
Of the firends who gave me grief
About being happy.
But with you I feel free unlike the
"Are you sure you feel okay?" he asked me
A bittersweet feeling filled me up to the brim
With deep thought. I cried, trying to keep the
Demons out of the light.. I worried that
Gay, to straight, to something in between
Whatever you are you, i am on your team.
Girl, boy, however you identify yourself
I will treat you how I treat everybody else.
Full of respect and never judging you
They told me to marry rich,to marry "up."But we could make plans to live in cardboard boxes on city streets lined with blankets and flowers.
The dim lighting hits your alluring body in the most perfect way.I stare as if I'll go blind by sunrise.
Bold Dark presenceWreaks its havocAmongst the people,Poison’d human Morality,Degraded by Brutality,Guarded from Equality,Caged by harmful Mentality.
If I could change, just anything
I would change the way love is viewed.
Some say marriage can only be between a man and a woman,
But who are they to judge?
A twisting lock of hair falls round your face
A shield of purple lacquer coats your nail
As desperately I need to know my place
I try and try and try to no avail.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt.”
What a load of shit this is.
Clearly, the people who spew this phrase have never faced daggers of words, have they?
Sitting on the red bench
The busted, rusted, nasty school bench
The place I used to go when the teacher had enough of me
What an ugly word
Benched.
Sitting on the red bench
To the world
Gay.
Queer.
Just a few words you call me.
What gave it away?
My short hair?
My threads?
To the guy at the store,
"You are nothing but what you want to be"
And what I want to be I must conceal
I must hide
Keep it secret
Sweep it beneath the rug
Never to see the light of day
Put it under lock and key
Like a turtle out its shell
Like bees around the hive
Like a loud ringing bell
I no longer need to hide
A little girl of such young age
No choice while being restrained
Molested and abused
Raped and used
Sexuality that defines her
Body weight that reminds her
A fathers disappearance blinds her
He wakes up and rolls over
Sees the love of his life
And he loves him just the same
As a husband loves his wife.
Been together for ten years
Yet no ring on his finger
Because America the Brave
i am not in love
i have dreams to marry
to have children
but i am not in love
my mother is recently divorced
but it is no longer frowned upon
i would love to marry
but somehow that is wrong
(spanish version)
Siguen siendo noches frías
por más felices los días.
Le pido a mi destino,
no seas tan clandestino,
pues me vuelvo insegura.
No puede ser este mi aura…
I have a disease.
I've had it all my life.
I never had symptoms until age 13.
I didn't want to deal with it so I ignored it until I was 15.
I knew I could no longer avoid it.
In this little town it's not celebrated
but being different is the best thing you can be.
If you'd go to this school you'd see a bunch of the same.
Who wants to be a clone?
I was bullied for being different here
Others may just see a girl, beautiful and pure,
But the moments when I look at you, I see so much more.
For instance, I see shining stars dancing in your eyes,
Though if I called them beautiful, they'd simply roll on by.
From the very first breath at fresh life she wasn't there.
It didn't occur until I relapsed that I was eight when she came back.
And they told me to love her even though she left me for the boys.
Her eyes, blue like a deep ocean.
I dive in and feel the velvety soft water caressing my skin.
I swim through the endless waves of blue.
I don't thirst for air as I watch the sun dance across the surface.
Your smile, your eyes always leave me wanting more
The first time I talked to you is something I’d never forget
Texas History Class in seventh grade
blonde-haired blue-eyed coach is our teacher, hooray
but what happens when he starts to talk about gays?
to say that my cousin "Won't turn out right"
because he has two mommys
So you wanna be gay, huh?
Well I'm sorry fellow,
but that just don't fly with me.
You gotta be straight and man up.
Show that God gave you some damn balls.
You think you know what you feel?
When you walk through the halls and students don't know
If you're a boy or a girl, and think their confusion don't show
#YOWO
And I loved a girl
with pain etched into her lips
and death written along her soul.
Art poured from her fingertips
and poetry was carved into
I’ve known I was a boy since I was three years old
It’s not only something I know
It’s something I feel deep into the crevasses of my soul
Most people don’t think twice of it
I wish I could tell you
about myself:
that I love the whole spectrum of gender
and that I feel so uncomfortable
in my own skin
that I want to peel it all away
and become new
Everyday, I wake up, I shower, I get dressed, add a spritz of cologne. I go to school, work, the grocery store, hoping someone will notice me. He, them, half the population. I scream inside my head "Please!!!! Notice me!
Their Eyes are on the Door (The Gay Scene)
Their eyes were on the door of clubs like Casablanca, where they wait to judge.
They clutter together like leaves stuck in a drain, old ways refusing to budge.
Straight girl walks in a crooked line
Straight to hell, ignoring the signs.
Nothing is straight under pressure,
Living under a forever broken spine.
Straight talk isn't so straight anymore,
“Conform to be like me,” they say,
“You have no necessary need to be like you.”
“There is no better way to play,
Than the wondrous way I do.”
But what if I want to be dangerously diverse,
Down the halls its hard enough
“Fag” “Gay” “Queer, that’s never enough
Into the locker my face gets stuck
A teacher walks by and gives me a shrug
Finally in class
In the middle I sit
You've got me pacing back and forthYou've got me doubting what I'm worthThis is it now, I'm all throughI'm living my life and it's not for you
Love is Strong
Love is Powerful
Love is Free
Yet is it judged
Not being able to love whom we want for who we are
But at the end Love will always concure those who judges
I've got a question foryou teacher, what happensif it's not a girl and boy?How am I supposed to love someoneand be safe with someone ifthey don't fit into those boxes?How am I supposed to protect
We,
The people of America, who fought for
Liberty, Freedom, and Equality,
Continue to live in a world full of discrimination.
“Are
You sure?”
Everyone's views are different
And I completely understand that.
But why is it legal to drink alcohol, which when you have it in your system and drive can cause deaths,
The lunch bell rings, and not a minute too soon
My stomach has been growling ever since noon
Didn't get enough to eat in the morning, guess it's my fault
But as soon as I set foot in the lunch line,
I see people walking byAnd I wonder what it's likeDo they see what I seeWhen they look at you with meThen I think of what I'd sayIf they ever asked why I feel this way
A fairy is real when a child is young,
A belief is what that idea is among,
Everyone believes in something,
Societal change is what beliefs can bring.
Religion is something one cannot escape,
I will be whoever the fuck I want.
Let me repeat that.
I, Faith Rider, will be, whoever, whatever, the fuck I want.
Everyone is putting themselves in boxes,
"I'm straight!."
"I'm Gay!"
"I'm Bi!"
The dark colored eyes that hides inside
holding the mold to every fiber that was once a destructive storm through the night.
How do we transverse, move, breathe, converse?
May your eyes be there to watch over me,
May your arms be there to comfort me,
May your smile be there to cheer me,
May your thoughts always lean towards me,
May what makes you you always be special to me
Since when does my sexuality effect
Your well being,
Your family,
Your life.
Since when does anyone's sexuality effect
Your well being,
Your family,
Your life.
It's a matter of fact
My eyes are green
My makeup is black
My hair is blonde
And my thoughts are back
…………………………
My soul is blue
It is okay to love
When I was a kid my parents told me about Santa
They told me about the Tooth Fairy
They told me about the Easter Bunny
They told me about God
Her hair is short
And bitter sweet
Her eyes are red
She doesn’t sleep
………………………………………..
She lay awake
You don't deserve an opinion she said,
As she rocked back on her chair and tilted her head.
You're wrong in what you think,
your opinions are stupid and stink.
How I wish I could tell her just what I think.
“i suffer from intelligence” -unknown
well hey, unknown or not, it’s a great quote
by a great mind, whose sanity has flown
Students stare when I pass from class to class,
Teachers even give me double takes,
And glare when they realize what they see.
I'm not a boy.
My hair is cropped short, my jeans bag,
Who is to say I am going to Hell,
Without knowing my full story?
Without knowing how I will spend my life?
Without knowing all of me?
Where will I go for being true?
Three years have passed since,
There is no salvation from the mistakes,
From the agony and pain I have caused my friends and kin.
From the wrong I have done in this grim,
This grimmest of days, months, years.
Oh the irony,
To be in such disparity,
And yet so merry and gay,
Is this right is this O.K.?
Do you think he was the same way?
Witty Whitman and his writing foreplay?
Take a second to breathe, to listen.
To hear the laughing and the whispering.
I get it, we all do, it's old news.
I'm gay, yes it's true.
Yet you don't understand, acting rude and all whack.
When did I start being fabulous?
The moment I was conceived.
That little lapse of time
when my father’s sperm
met my mother’s egg.
“Why can’t you be a cute lesbian?”
Mom asks,
staring up at me while she lays in bed.
“Why do you have to be butch?”
Do you not get I was made this way?
Thank you teacher
For not seeing in the bleachers
A child sits there through the violence
In silence.
He is tormented and attacked
With the words which he speaks not back
To the ones who
A lonely child in the halls, no one knows but he calls, out to someone for help, they all tell him he needs self-help, this kid is gay and that's okay, he doesn't understand what he feels, he starts to skip meals, no one pays attention, he's scare
Who are you to decide who is superior?
Who are you to say I am inferior?
Peel away the skin and we are merely skeletons
But you wear a mask to hide the comparison
As if embarrassed of who you are
As I sit there listening to them talk,
I wonder am I good enough,
To be apart of this family,
That no longer know who I am,
Or what I have become,
A female apart of Humanity that is no longer understood,
All the things I wanted to say
Would not express how I feel
Im glad I didn’t love you
It was only a game
A word that just seemed right
You wasted a year months days hours minutes seconds
You see things with envy, through your holy,and pure eyesAnything different, you simply despise“One must live proper, a man and his wife”We’d love to live peacefully, hopeful and true
His arms tightly grasped
His eyes filled with love
His smile blooms
His heart races
He lowers his head
Their lips meet quickly
Just once
A boy rushes around the corner
We as a nation fail to realize what's what when it comes to politics. When something goes wrong we're quick to blame our president. If someone kills someone pf a different race, they're racist or a terrorist.
Take my hand again.It misses you, so much.It's lonely here withoutyou to share my tea.There's nothing to see.
There's a light in my heart
And I want it to be voiced
Just because I am different, does it mean I don't have a choice?
Of who I love and who I don't
Do I have to be straight to be normal?
I walk into class with a smile on my face. I take my work complete it and get an A. Although I seem like a normal student there will always be things you dont know.
You don't know I'm gay in a family of religious freaks
As a child we learn about love,
between a woman, a man and the sun.
Pure and sweet as a dove,
oh what a sick pun.
No one taught me that song,
I learned it on my own.
Now you claim I am wrong?
She is
Tall
Brilliant
Gorgeous
Funny
Amazing
I am
Average
She is
A girl who, when she says "hello" her smile is genuine
And it makes your heart pound in your chest
Within the Analects of some genius,
Beneath elegant metaphor, critical thought,
Evidence and proofs; detect a scream
From the unconscious simpleton.
There was once a time worse than this,
My life is a lie.
Every day is a challenge
As I put on a show for those closest to me.
I was taught that these feelings inside me are wrong.
Everything is fantastic, euphoric even.People who've been there from the start surround you,Laughing, joking, smiling, even mum is bragging.“Yeah, I have the best daughters ever.”
It's everyday nowI'm always the targetI didn't ask to be gay, it just happened.They always torment me, "You're gonna go to hell."He pushed me into the back corner"I can make you straight"
When someone asks
"Are you gay?"
When someone says
"You look lik a guy."
When someone knows the truth
they know me by no lies
they just dont know it all
the real alswers to their questions
Teacher, open your eyes!
You are feeding them all lies!
We are living in a society so enwrapped with gender,
I imagine myself becoming a bender.
Not only of rules, regulations, and taboo,
I see you you know,
You think I can’t see you staring,
At me holding my girlfriends hand,
But I do,
Oh how I see your judgmental eyes,
Degrading our love,
Like we are two animals in a cage,
I've been raised in a world that dictates who you can love.
Not by the foundation of their character, but the structure of their bodies.
A point where I feel ashamed to mention that the girl walking past me is beautiful.
She opens my eyesto a new world,a new universe,full of happiness;happiness to be with the one I lovebut also, a new world fullof hurt.They are constantly staring,plotting against us,
Everlasting, perpetual, eternal wait
Each moment longer than the last
Seems hopeless to leave it to fate
Each joyful moment too short to last
Biding time till the day should come
I feel your pain.
I know the hate.
I see the fate we're doomed to take.
The cruel words.
The harsh remarks.
I share your scars,
and broken hearts.
We join hands.
We stand tall.
What do I see?
A world filled with hatred.
I see a world were man can't be with man. They can't be seen holding hands.
I see a world with double standards because if you're a lesbian it's cool.
Standing in front of the "holy" firing squad.Last wish on a pink triangle pinned on my shirt.Boss gives the countdown.Eyes closed and no regrets for how I've been living.
I never thought this would happen,
They would say, "It doesn't exist,"
I knew they were full of it, after our first kiss.
From that moment on, I knew Love could be,
I never thought this would happen to me.
Once I was hurt,
Once I was shattered,
Once I was young & knew no better.
Now that time has passed & I've had time to heal,
The love she has shown me has never been so real..
(For Christina)
these red viscous drops
that paints our banner's stars and straps
fake smiles and all these props
it spreads like chicken pox
and it cant be contained or put in a box
obvious to the trained mind
I'm a chromatic entity
A colorful enigma; different hues of reasoning
Vibrant as a rainbow, dim as a cloudy shadow
Are you understanding me?
A red rocket soaring free; just let me be
It is time to get up;I hear the pounding on the door.He yells-because it is what I deserve
One day I’ll liberate my soul; my own mishaps have created the insecurities that soon will fade away into a cloud of dust.
Let us coexist and intertwine
I want to fall into you,
I want to be you.
I am you.
I am just like you,
you are just like me.
We are not twins,
but brothers.
You are part of me
Mucky, hot, permeating light
Sitting static to find some reprieve
Required event it’s hard to believe
Today the day of our patriot’s blight
Silly of me to wear long sleeves
If my son were gay,
I’d slap him
With a nice high five.
Because coming out to your dad,
Takes balls that most men don’t have.
A poem by Alan Turing…
Title: Who is Worthy?
Who can dictate whether or not an individual is worthy?
Ignorant individuals view others based merely on their own journey.
Since the dawn of time, critisizm, judgment, and alienation has been happening. Racism and hate has been spread.
With our fingers intertwined,our fate that forever binds,you are this love of mine.Bear in mind,though our hearts may not be combined,I will never leave you behind.In another state of mind,
I chose to be spat on in public.I chose to be called names.Fag. Dyke. Sinner. Abomination. Devil worshiper.Mistake.I chose to be hated by the ones I loved.I chose to be hated by the ones I trusted.
Just dust I am, but God did mold my soul
I saw the light but I was born in war
My place of birth, no food it bore only war
The crops did die; the men did die and die
My mom did flee, my dad as well and I.
I am an infinite doubter,
But my hope weighs more.
In this lifetime I could see
Marriage equality.
Marriage isn’t about the word—it’s about a cosmic explosion of wholeness.
Why does
looking at her
inspire this
feeling
in my mind
between my thighs
that i can't control
The piano hovers above and around me
The soft lilting music drifts into class
the notes hang heavy and the sound drowns me
out as the noise level shatters glass
Always the little thingsAre the ones that make me grinWhether I like it or not,I seem to be drawn back again:
My secret is out,
A terrible truth.
You watched my tears fall,
With utter aloof.
“Back your packs,”
You muttered in disgust.
“There’s no room for you here,
It’s time to adjust.”
To my parents,
A hidden secret awaits,
Please don’t hate me for this,
It’s not a choice.
To my friends,
The hidden secret is out,
and I’m accepted by most,
You choose to shun me.
Call me crazy to admit my past affiliations.
Call me insane to pursue my aspirations.
Shall I lose my sanity to issues of nonsence and dislocated tangents
As I search for everlasting fullfillment?
It's a sinful inferno that blazes higher and higher,
it takes a toll on my heart,
it nearly tears me apart.
People see angel wings,
I only see other things
like acid laced lips and,
Everyday we live our lives in dichotomy
Will my decisions be wrong or right
Straight or gay, fat or skinny, black or white
If only things could be this obvious
Trayvon was killed, and he walked
PrejudiceHateSo wrongWhat gives you the rightTo decide who I love?What gives you the rightTo detest me for my differences?What tells you that it's okayYou tell me I'll never be loved
When I look into the mirror I see me. I don't see 6 colors or 6 women, just 6 of me. But then I realize what you see in me. You've colored me a rainbow and that blinds you from the real me.
The first time I admitted it was over text
I knew I was about to make my life a mess
"It gets better" was the chant I held on to
the only way I could face that girl in school
I've searched my life’s peaks and hearts disappointments for gold, for money, power, fame. Drained, I can only see myself, in you.
Many are against what makes me me.
Usually a pair of converse with cargo pants.
A random hoodie that covers this head
That holds these pretty cheap shades.
The way I talk,
How my voice projects.
Every hour of
Every day through
All the years
One question twirled through
My mind
What am I?
And on the
Twelfth hour of
A random day I
Who I love should not define who
I am as a person.Why can you love her,
butI can’t?What evolutionary methods refuse to releaseme from this cycle.Where can I go for my rights
should not be a question.
I was young, and I was Different
Even though I was odd, I was also still innocent
The agony, the deceit right in front of my eyes
Yet I was too blind, maybe even paralyzed
Doubt is my destiny, faith my breath.To tomorrow, carefully I live, on pain of death.Interlocked fingers and combatting thoughts,It's love that lingers and the fear has been fought.
If all the trees went red,would you notice with your heart or your head?
If all the sweets went sour,would you still devour?
if all ends came with friends,would we want to mend?
DEAR HOMOSEXUAL.The clock's ticked through at least six months time since our lips last exchanged breaths of clear minded humor, our hands grasping at the promises we never intended to keep isn't it funny how the mutters of the masses change the m
Prop 8
You're so full of hate
You f*cked up a state
And forced us to wait
As bait for the courts
You seemed easy to kill
But not until bigots got their way
Trying to "Pray away the gay"
You ask why I write.
I ask why do you care?
It’s because words can affright,
and make people stare.
Words give me power,
and other people hope.
Full circle
Press forward, harder, stronger…show ’em what you’re made of.
Prick your finger – blood. You are human,
Alive.
Harness the light,
Grasp it, hold it…be one with it.
Segregation reformed by lips laced with loquacious words,
Promoting the definition of separated girls and segregated worlds.Diffusing through hierarchical halls, paneled with the predecessors of freedom;
June 26, 2013
A date that changed everyone's lives but mine
Because amongst this hurricane of excitement and acceptance
My ship is stuck in port.
My anchor weighs heavy with fear and denial
Dang, were do I begin
Should I start the story of my sin?
Maybe thats too broad but here I go
Im not your average 18 year old you know
Once upon a time a few years ago
I was a bad kid, stuck on the below
His fate was obscure like broken crystal.
The shore of shards carved his existence,
ambiguous like the grim sky's thunder.
No more does the loving lark sing,
for the sinister caws of the crows swell.
Fuck you,
I wish I could.
You flirt with me,
Even though
you don’t like guys?
Bullshit.
You tell me:
You have something to say.
You don’t say it,
And we lapse
Just because they are gay, we shouldn't take our right to get married away.
Walking down the road, hand-in-hand with their loved ones does not affect anyone around them.
Shoutout to the people who are always themselves,
who stay true to orginality not caring who else,
is paying attention to way the look or the way they act,
and like having a life thats not staying on one simple track,
To express the entire entity of who I am I write.
I write for the fact that living in this world of a billion people
I stand alone with a voice stifled and unheard.
The pen, oh the pen, you are mightier than the sword
Words, they say, can never hurt,
I don't think they've ever been betrayed.
Just a few words, just a couple sentences,
That's all it takes to ruin a life.
(poems go here) Your song of love,
so soft, so gentle I can feel it caress me.
Your power,
stronger than anticipated, you control me so effortlessly.
With Mt. Olympus so high,
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
In my heart, it is a simple matter.
Or soul, the brain, the mind;
Whichever you believe does the chatter.
We paint it in red, purple, white,
Some even coat it in blue
we didn’t start off as the hours on the phone type.
both of us were completely comfortable in our own awkward silence.
time was spent doing nothing most days.
but it became something when beside her.
she had a stern brow.
i could tell that the present was troubling her
that she was stuck inside of her mind
and there was no breaking free for now
she was unapproachable
We sank our toes into the sand beneath the water
While I told him how my father was like his father's father.
I smile outwardly to you because I don't need your pity,
You see me as a happy, bubbly, and sparkling young woman.
Did you ever realize that beyond my smile my eyes are filled with stories I'll never say with my lips?
And just like that I became the snake to your apple.
However, you can’t deny the inherent curiosity you had swimming in you.
Not a tadpole, but a Kraken inside your blackened multitudinous seas.
They lock you up
They take pieces of you
Inch by inch
Try to force you
Into silence
Into willful captivity
Caged birds cannot fly
But they can still sing
Do not let your song be silenced
In the past semester,
I’ve learned and experienced,
Valuable things.
I met someone.
A man of 23 years at a club,
When I was 18.
He and I clicked,
First we ran together,
Then he fell behind
Everyday is a war
A battle to live
Because when I go to school they create a new stab wound
Dyke, Scarface, geek, pimple face
I’ve been called them all
My friends
Sit at the checker top table
Play chess while sipping tea
Intent on winning
Our culture whispers down our spine: that is the goal.
We exist only behind the words we speak.
Standing at this distance, we forever reach.
We swallow the affinity because we know deep down it can never be.
We put the dreams to rest and embrace the reality we live in.
The church stood on one side
The street on the other
And I was the illegitimate child
scorned to no acceptance
Bound to redefine the limit
that could not be reached
Forced to hide in the shadows
always told to love you unconditionally.
after all, you loved me enough to sacrifice your son for my sins.
sometimes, i wonder if you would have sent him down to a world of homosexuals.
He was born with these genes
That got him wearing tight jeans
And he didn’t have a choice by all means
Living differently with sexuality that leans
Towards another direction that caused scenes
although born a female, there was something that i knew
i knew that i was different, thoughts that stuck like glue.
i put on all the dresses, i did just what they said,
but every night i cried, i fought hard inside my head.
I fought the will to live a tragedy, to sacrifice pain and wear a smile no matter what.
A fool amongst wise men.
A liar amongst the blind.
A friend to people who have not a clue of the person I am.
He said to me "like lungs without air"
that moment I realized we felt the same hurt
I tried to keep my air but it escaped the minute you left
its as if nothing as moved on.
Time still stands
Smiles still bright
Don't you know we're all the same?
Skin and bones, a heart and a name.
We're living life for a purpose together
So who is to say whether
Any love is right or wrong
We come out weak, but we're trying to be strong
Denis holds her, tender loving, brand new to the world An unwritten sheet, ready to live Denis smiles, happy again. This new life has healed him from the loss of Johnny.
If I were one for praying,
If I were to supplicate the gods,
I would ask them to deliver me to you
So that I may be humbled in the presence
Of a beauty akin to that of the divine.
You’re not above me
you just judge me
in the direction you think I ought to go.
You don’t know me
so don’t show me
that you think you know my dreams
No one knows more
than the one who dreams,
Our two demons came,
with different form,
neither of us to blame
that we couldn't conform.
Yours was a bully,
against his words I was a shield,
defended you fully,
until he did yield.
I have a voice;
Strong and loud.
Can make people listen,
People in the crowd.
I know right from wrong;
I'm not sitting in a cloud.
I'll scream till you hear me;
Scream really loud!
Sometimes certain situations are just so hard to deal with, other situations are easy, but the hard ones teach you a lesson in life, weather its for the worst or the better.
Like a storm hovering over a barren land
Tears fill this boy’s hands
They burn like coals on fire
Fueled by words of hate and ire
I often look to the yellow lillies in the garden on campus
Friends pass me and time shifts
Is it not the success that people want?
Or perhaps it's the driven motive in which we attempt to strive
Unjust it truly is,
Dear Mom
Remember that you love me
And please don't try to change me
But I have something to say
That may shift
How you see
There is a battle inside me
Between my (guilty) conscience
And my nature
Between logic and feeling
Between head and heart
Between Scripture and hormones
Between Leviticus and love…
He didn't even know me.
he passed me by like a river's torrent
smoothly, he grumbled, "Nice shirt FAG!"
Fat
Ugly
Gay
Retard
Words heard
Words felt
Things the mirror reflects back,
aren't always the truth.
It's hate versus love everyday,
the slow decay
of the human race,
racing to save, the bit of humanity that's left,
right from the start
they said it was wrong
to be gay.
I like this guy, I like him a lot
in fact he already holds a place in my heart.
I wonder and ponder what he thinks of me
in the end it is me he doesn’t see.
So I wait by the shore
hoping someday he'd want more.
Statements that stay behind closed doors, they stay in the room
Hover above your head
Seep into your mind fall into your river of thoughts
Sink deep into your conscious
Straying off to your emotions
I forgot to do my homework
"Dude that's so gay!"
My mom won't let me hang out tonight
"Aw man that's gay"
How does this top make me look?
"incredibly gay"
I look back at the few years in my life and I imagine what it would have been like to NOT have gone through what I did to become the person I am today.
Mistreated.
Abused.
I am a girl who loves a girl
And believes in the Bible too
There’s a fight in my head
It’s not a fight to the death
It’s a fight to realize who
Knows what it means to love.
Man shall not lay with man
Shadows run deep throughout my soul like interstates.
They converge into the darkness that creates me.
The one thing that's really funny is....
That the creator of my creators were created by you.
I'm no Maya Angelou, Mark Twain, or Emerson.
I don't yet know my dearest complaints, intents, or direction.
I've never been hurt so bad that I've been deeply pained,
I have, however, seen enough to know that we need change.
Love is love
“Gender doesn’t define love.”
Why is it people judge what they don’t understand?
Homo, faggot, dyke, queer!
Out of all the pain we mostly hold in fear.
We endure and we take all we can.
Love is us
Sometimes i think words have difference definitions because love is you.
When i look in your eyes its like im on vacation sitting by the pool like your eyes are blue.
I rather be called handsome than beautiful
I rather be called he than she
And i rather you say his than hers
Not miss but sir
you don't know how it feels
How it feels to feel this hurt
Finding beauty in negative spaces
Can be a trying test of your sanity
But walking by, are a million faces
Every one with a sense of vanity
Finding beauty in negative spaces
Can be a trying test of your sanity
But walking by, are a million faces
Every one with a sense of vanity
I knew your pain,
Your whole life was filled with it.
I made sure, I, your daughter
Wasn’t another disappointment
Since the founding of this country, we talk about equality
But really it’s hard for me to see it
There’s still racism, sexism, fights against sexuality
So where’s all that spoken of equality?
I am free.
free to fly
free to cry
I am not bound
by earthly treasures
nor do i give a
second thought
to those who
fight with fists
and fall to pleasures
I do not,
will not
I love you
but you don't love me
So technically I'm not IN love with you
your oblivious to the things you make my heart do
so i tell my brain not to follow through
America is known as the land of the “free”
But are you truly free if you can’t even be
Who you are, with who you want?
“Free,” they say? That word is just a taunt.
I'm ready to get out of this small minded town
people talk and preach but I never hear a sound
They ask me what I want to be when I become a man
Happy, but that's something they'll never understand
How would you feel walking down the street?
Minding your own business just being a teen
When a group of people behind you come to attack
Only because in their eyes you’re a “fag”
Black or white,
colors fade to gray,
we stand together,
United as one,
nothing can break determination,
no one can stop our stride,
equality is one small step,
my fingers fit consummately in between his and when i rest my head on his chest it rises and falls in a perfect rhythm i feel closer to him then i have ever felt to anyone else and oh the things his mouth and hands create they remind me of what it
You see it everyday.
That's gay!
Since when did saying that's gay
become okay?
We all know
that they are just the same
as everyone else.
With an attraction to the same sex.
There are people under the steeple
Who can’t keep their eyes off the peep-hole.
Why are their minds so weak and feeble?
It’s misunderstood, so deem it evil.
Mr. Man sits in Congress so regal,
Those eyes we see
We walk down the isle
All I can have is a simple smile
I know all the hostility we create
It does no matter
I still have her
All LGBTYQ
We All Love You.
They say we are equal.
Why the bullying?
Do you think it's fun?
Is it satisfying?
The way you treat them?
They say we are equal.
Holding hands
is not an easy thing to do.
It’s nerve-racking for the timid,
and even more so for the different.
My rights are my rights/ got infinite time to put up a fight/ going through the system/ listen to your mther respect your father/ dont speak out/ dont stand tall/ fit the mold of the kid that will work till they get to old/ my dream job unattain
Though very different
God made us One.
Gay, Gender confused, Bi
We are One.
Together we can protect
Our brothers and sisters
For we are One
and for One we stand.
I’m surprised I passed kindergarten
I couldn’t help but to graffiti outside the hetero-gender defined lines
Like an awkward categorization you attempted to force into a Venn diagram
I never really overlapped
Back in the ‘60’s the movement began
From Memphis to Selma the freedom trains ran
Rallies and demos the fires did fan
As civil rights came into focus
America
Land of the Free, Home of the Brave,
The Land of the Depraved and Enslaved
Where voting is a universal right fought for by centuries of plight
Imagine a world where no one cares how you look like.
Imagine a world full of peace where everyone loves you, for who you are,
Whether you are gay, colored, or believe in a certain religion.
Talk to me about you while I
Listen.
Lay beside me
To
Confuse me about you and
Me.
Confirm my feelings
By
Portraying the Prince Charming who is
Allowing
Me to truly be
All
I'm my own person,
I'll fly with my colors or my style,
You can't hold me down,
With your collar and sting of insults
and words to shame me.
I want to be the smile that spreads across your face.
I want to be the one that no one can replace.
I want to be your dreams when your sleeping alone at night.
It doesn't matter if they think it's wrong or right.
i never liked boys
or pink things
or babysitting
or cleaning
or Barbie dolls.
i liked sweat
and ripped jeans
and books.
i liked to face blank paper head on.
I am the homosexual
A human much like the other
Yet a monster of identity
For my humanity is real
But my beliefs hiss in the face of society
Why!
Simple
The hammer of justice
who are we to judge
what others like
who they date
to make fun of them
to bully them
all because of a 3 letter word
GAY
aren't we all are gay
really we are
but we just don't know it
