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Living in the south, openly gay. It's not easy. I am constantly told that who I love is wrong. I am called names, and beaten becuase of who I am. Living in the south, openly gay. It's not hard.
You always told me you did these things Because you loved me. But I'm not so sure about that anymore Cause, you see, I've moved on with my life, And when I look back I still see you stuck in the mud.
I don’t know what to do everytime I see you I want to be good I want to be true It’s hard for me to breath… and it’s not just because of my asthma.
In just a few seconds That’s all it took Just a few seconds And you heard me You smiled And you ran to me My sweet angel escape the sadness in your heart
The Most Beautiful Corpse By Andres Catter Dusk In blood orange sunset, vines crept like snakes As Prince Phillip pushed through the thicket of thorns
I stare into the mirror and see dark, murderous eyebrows. Seriously my eyebrows look like Norman Bates in the last 20 minutes of Psycho
you say you love me say you love to fuck me but I alway end up in the water I can't swim Izaya I love you but you can't see the bigger picture it hard being gay for a person who alway bitter
“Amazing,” he breathes, eyes bright,
You are the queen of every surface you walk on. you are the king of every cell in your body you feel the earth beneath your feet and your veins pump liquid power
She was darkness, she was light, She was beauty in my sight. She was mad and stressed, She was sad and soon became depressed. That girl is my rock, She is my raft,
You told me I was free, Free to be whoever I want to be. Free to fly, Free to succeed, Free to reach for the sky, Free to love
Just because I am gayDon’t think I like you, I like hot guysDon’t think I can’t judge women, I am not blindDon’t think I am weak, I am stronger than youJust because I am gayIt doesn’t mean I am not supported, I receive even more support than youIt
When we're little our parents choose our names and our future. They want us to have the perfect job to marry the perfect person and to have children They want the best for us
The feel of her lips on mine. "It's just a phase" I try to block out all feelings I have for her. "It's just a phase." I look away as she moves toward me, filled with the longing to hold her.
There are two queens In my kingdom There are two queens In my kingdom, you see There are two queens And nobody is the 'man' In our damn relationship Do you need basic definitions?
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