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Love, it's the connection
We all need
And you are the band-aid
When I bleed
When I can't sleep at night
You always hold me tight
When you say 'I love you'
I think of all you do
Greedy.
Fake.
Slutty.
Wrong.
Inappropriate.
I crave happiness,
Yet I am denied.
But I am not defined by others,
I am defined by me.
I am not made for your approval.
There is no freedom here, not really anyway
You want your God?
Please, take it as it’s never answered any of our prayers
Don’t tell me I’m not gay.
The “phases” are phrases you like to throw out
When you’re angry face goes to the riots to shout.
How dare you call me out on a “fault”
Like there’s somebody I am going to assault.
White picket fences with 2 ½ kids, and a man with a women.
Is there no in between?
No LGBTQ…S, H, L;
No people from “hell” because apparently people who are different aren’t people at all.
If Superman was Gay
His accomplishments
Would walk out and slam him in the face
He’d have an awful lot of
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
From an early age, the expectations are set.
We will grow up, get married.
Have children of our own.
But what of those of us
who find we want something else?
The cruelness in a person's judgment, the wrong in their belief
Confusing wrong with right
Bad intentions, hateful thoughts a world with no peace
Humans being beaten, riots unleashed, war started, creating broken families
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
My future is uncertain, I am unsure about if I am going to be able to go to Oklahoma Baptist University, because, I I need to submit my high school transcript, and IF I get in, I will have to enroll at the college.
I lay in bed, waiting for that bliss moment
to be taken away from reality,
and into my deepest desires
1, 2, 3...
I'm gone.
I enter my imagination.
I'm in utopia; there are no laws,
Remember mommy,
how we would smile at rainbows?
Seeing them reminded both of us,
that the gray color of uncertainty
Has parted.
Is my heart mistakend? Is this an inner me that has awakened?
The pain and the sorrow of not knowing how I feel. Is this even real?
Without life there is no connection
no connection, no love, no lost.
All I live for is to connect.
Some friends, others money.
Mine's is interaction.
Without having that person to talk to about anything.
Equality is something fought for
Yet this war has yet to stop
Hasn’t anyone noticed we don’t need this anymore?
We are all equal bottom to the top
America stands for the land of the free
Yet you don’t see
"I am" is a phrase used world wide.
A term used to define who you are,
but sometimes those labels are taken too far.
In a world full of titles- defining your destiny,
I choose not to submit or be lead astray.
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
same love
i cant change if i tried
i cant change if i wanted to
same love
i cant change your views
i cant change your ways
same love
i can change the way things are
Mutation
God doesn’t belive in it.
God thinks its immoral
God thinks its disgusting.
She didn't act like that
until they called her fat
then they called her ugly
Her best friend noticed what she was hiding
she saw the scars on her wrist
I guess she cut
But why?
I still remember that day.
My dad dislocated my mother's jaw
and I heard a slap and a crack and a gasp
and my mother hit the ground
and he was only proving his point.
Im flawless...
From my feet up to my noggin
And anybody that's thinking different, we're surely to have a problem.
Im great!!
At least, that's what I say when I look into a mirror
I wake up, put on my clothes,
wash my face, fix my hair and look in the mirror with disgust.
Yes, I'll do it.
I go to school and walk to class,
I can hear them behind me, laughing,
We're all suicidal telling others that suicide isn't the answers. Telling the confident to set their ego aside. We can all be good but, the good one's tend to hide.
We want change.
We want a revolution.
We want to make a difference.
We want peace.
We want to stop seeing young people dying in the streets.
We want equal love for everyone.
We want to mean something.
You'd be surprised to figure out who hides behind these lies,
You'd be surprised to figure out who smiles while in disguise,
It's me, the girl who you see smiling all the time,
Driven through darknes she lies, looking up in the skies to fake a smile filled with nothing but lies.
Am I a Republican or a Democrat
a liberal or a conservative
am I for gay rights or against gay rights
I never know what to expect.
Whether I would be loved more or be left.
Once I knew I was gay,
Everything got so complicated.
I was scared, hurt, and I didn't know what I should do.
If I'm going to hell
For my love
I'll be seeing you there
Cause god said not to judge
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 friend is a rainbow
When the tears pour, he’s there
His presence is a promise for better times
He makes me glow
He listens to all of my fears
Being there…well it makes me feel fine.
This fabric, cloaks me in darkness….
The cage within my inner mind fights amongst my own thoughts
A whirl wind of confusion.
I wonder…
Did Confucius mean to be confusing in his proverbs?
it appears egon schiele loves women as much as i do.
but he could never properly convey the curvature of your hips,
the pink pout of your lips.
How will I tell you? How will I say, what has turned my world from grey? What words do I use? What play? How will I convey? Portray, display, relay?
The same brain, body and gender.
Having a light make-up,
We go out.
Wearing pink dresses and high-heels.
As usual...
A name is so pure, with no meaning behind it
The people and stories are what truly define it
No matter how long or confusing the spelling
The name is not on which we should be dwelling
Hated onAnd beat uponBecause the way they live Is "wrong" Who are you to take the role Go and take another's soul
end of story
you say word but you know not what mean
end of story
those words you say hurt an individual
end of story
you say that so gay never coming to a conclusion that what you is effecting that person
What makes me tick
I haven't hands or a face
like a clock
Just gears in my head
slow and steady
whir and buzz
What labels on those gears, dear
Be cautious, but not quite hesitate.
Mistakes are common because the door of reality can be blinded by dreams.
Love
Love them,
Love them with no excuse,
Love them with no exception,
Love them with no prejudice nor hate.
‘Love one another’
He said…
I am sick
sick of being told I am second rate just because I was not born as a white male
sick of my beauty being defined by how close I look to a blonde blue eyed model
Here comes the bride,
All dressed in white.
Walking up the aisle to see her beaming bride.
Her father stands besider her, giving her away.
Her mother in the crowd, looking the other way.
Why should I have to become a statistic?Something never dreamed became so realistic!In the game of life I drew the short stick
You've move on now and I respect you
I will never come between the 2 .
But when I said I Love You I commited my heart to you.
My souls crys for you .
My heart whispers to you.
I live in the darkness
I can hear the blades get sharpened
i am cold and wet
All i have is this carpet, which i use as a blanket
I do what i'm told and my stomach is still flat
Hispanic women always say I should learn how to cook,
because men like that. Not just Hispanic men,
but all men.
Big men with swollen arms and clouded heads that
like to take it slow.
Speak
My life was like a loaded gun
Waiting for someone to use me
Waiting to be pointed in any direction
My reflection was silver bullet clean
My look was mean mugging me
Magnificence was not something I questioned as I child
Certain People deserved to be heard
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
they shove you down
They cut you up
There words like knives that make you feel alone
The words that turned a heart of gold into a black hole
They say kids are curl That is true
but adalts can be mean too
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
Hey, guess what?
Yeah, I have something to tell you, hypocrite.
I'm a human being!
Oh my goodness, did you seriously forget?
Oh no, darling, this is no illusion nor a trick.
I am a human.
I started to think about the sun
That hot blazing fire in the sky
Destined to bring the earth to her death
Every movement
Every heartbeat
Every breath
Gone
I saw her again today
In the corner of the lunchroom eating alone.
Her parents are never really home
And I wonder if she wonders,
How does a girl, someone so different
All I ever wanted
Was for my bisexual cousin 2 feel safe
Walking with her partner and not worry
'bout some fucktard trying to rape her straight
All I ever wanted
Was to find love
I want my little sister to be free of worries.
I want my little brother to hope without fear,
to speak with care,
and to think without hate.
I want to bring children into a world where they can
I have a dream that one day race, socio-economic status, gender, religion, ability, or sexual orientation will no longer serve as obstacles to justic
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
People use scripture
for every argument,
With hate and vigor
It seems they're incompetent
of showing love.
The simple truth:
Everyone's a sinner
And we're all hypocrites.
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
Just because you don't approve of their life
Doesn't mean it's not theirs
Just because you won't accept them
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
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!
Disregard the color of the skin that you see on each person,
Forget that they are either male or female,
Who are they? Are they someone who lives a daily life?
What does it really matter?
Pressure against the head
Singing in the ears
Daftly numbing words are said
Hearts thumping loudly
Chests exploding
And pounding soundly
Finding a crevice to please
From a small town in Wyoming there’s very little to do,
Except dream up a life much bigger than you.
Hello
You say I can't love
Who I like
Well last time
I checked I was
Over eighteen
So spare me
Your batshit
Fuckery
Who are you
Tellin' me
As tears well
Drawn from affection yet no grasp
Our embraces have spark
A small glimmer of life
And after each removal of warmth
The world grows dim
Tears stream purely
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words always scar
Negligence to be the same
Falling down the road to self hate
They say, “Retarded, idiotic, queer”
As the world continues, we are rejected.
Can we make them finally see they are wrong?
Can we finally be accepted?
Empowered that's what we are.
My World it is filled with joy and wonderIf I were to change one thingit would be how the world views matters of the heartwho dares tells another person who they canand cannot love
I dream of a day
When "coming out of the closet"
Isn't even a thing anymore.
When "straight" is just a direction,
"Gay" just means cheery,
America, one word to decribe it: great.
There is but one thing that I do hate.
The freedom we falsely exhibited.
Was in actuallity always prohibitted.
If you wish to go to church, then be my guest.
By law Its not ok to discriminate to people based on race.
By religion Its not ok to be mean to someone based on looks or wealth.
By society Its not ok to be mean to someone based on beliefs.
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
The favorite has them tied
Around that delicate finger of hers.
Every which way she turns, they follow
Like helpless pups—tail between their legs.
That unearned sports car, only hers because of them.
Every single day in the United States is a constant battle. America promised freedom, yet they continue bash the ones who try to attain it.
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
America is constantly put up for praise
Freedom, opportunites. Yeah, we have our days
I fear myself
well who i think i might be
i might be gay
but my heart denies me
it tells me no yours as straight as they come
and then i see her and the butterflies run
I'm tired of schools taking claim
And not going by their word
By putting "anti-bully zone" in the name.
Am I the only one who finds it absurd?
Your idea is to do these kids a favor,
"Choosing" to be gay
Is the cause of my depression
God hating gays
Will not terminate my faith
Lack of monogamy
A myth to seven year couple Nicole and Rebecca
Love. Such a simple but complex word that is used on a daily basis. Love that was said should never mix races. Love that to some should stay between woman and man. A love that most people give all they can.
I made a full length remix to Macklemore's song "Same Love."
These are the lyrics I wrote:
Verse 1:
When I was 7, I knew I wasn’t like my other friends
You came into my life by chance
We were childhood friends
You would push me on the swings
Till my feet touched the sky
We'd run through the grassy fields
Rolling in the grass
A smile whispers upon your lipsA rare sight I can only glimpseHolding fast to days gone byI feel it all beginning to dieNo more shall I feel your kissOr look into eyes filled with bliss
Since a young age
I've been plagued
My mind set a certain way
By fairy tales
They taught me
That happily ever after
Always follows the end
And the princes marry princesses and that's it
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 boy, innocent and afraid,
lost in the dark of his own room,
no one coming to his aid,
planning out his own doom.
You only write once before it becomes real
Imagine you're in love
Or maybe you already are
The person you love is the moon
Brighter than any star
Now imagine that there's someone
Telling you it's just not right
So it eats and eats your heart away
She means more to me than what you will ever mean.
We walk down the street hand in hand,
Yes heads turn and a few comments are heard.
Do they matter?
Does it bother us?
Is it okay?
Understand yall
We all fall short of the glory
True story we were on the verge of
He'll but god sent jesus in the clutch for
Our victory like Robert Horry
Yeah its an abomination but so is judging we
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
I sit in class and don't say a word.
When I do speak up, I go unheard.
People say "I know who you are", but they really don't.
They pretend they understand, but I'm afraid that they won't.
It seems we've come so far with the hands of time
An arm's length from World Wart 2 to civil rights
We are standing taller for equality
But not reaching our potential height
I hear stories of young girls and guys
Who like to play with rainbows.
They wave these rainbows as flags
Desperately through the wind, it blows.
These young boys and girls
Who can't help but like rainbows.
Cas was a troubled student. Coming into class late every day, sleeping for the first half of class, not doing his own work. Little did the teacher know, Cas was going through some problems at home.
Pause, listen to the beat. Its moving faster than the sounds of "soli rapide". On the inside, a vary of rainbowed coloured butterflies tickle the bottom of my belly....He said my name. Ofcourse my name is simple.
It comes down,
day and night,
rehashing
I sit and wait,
pleading for peace
Love is love
man or woman
No He can say
I wait,
pleading for anything
Sitting here thinking about the mischief that I've caused, wondering in my head should i stop doing wrong or continue to break the laws. Ur gay and i'm mad, My past wont drift away seems like I was born to be bad.
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
I knew a girl who felt trapped in this world
she was unaccepted for being gay
they kept putting her down for who she was
the closed-minded saw no other way
she asked why the world was so cruel
I cry out. Help!
I wimper and gasp with racing drops falling down my face. Help!
I am stuck in a dark, molded sphere, running into the same sides and corners. Help!
I have grown to be strong, but this is torture.
Colors, letters, hide and go seek
The boy, best friend, imagination companion
Playground adventures we couldn’t abandon
Till the fatigue set and little bones weak
Time for a nap on a cot set in tandem
This is for the child, So young, Who thinks his parents don't care. Who sits up all night wondering, And hoping he'll do them well. This is for the girl, So scared, beaten and abused.
Where did it come from
when did It begin
I never thought id Love again
Magic love is what this consist of
Who'd ever thought that this love could have came from above
Our sweet lips as they touch
I hate gay people
Not because of your typical reason
I don’t hate them because they’re attracted to their same sex
At the End of the RainbowThey lie, “there rests a potFilled to the brim with nuggetsOf gold.”Not a fool’s gold, I hope.
Gay, straight, black, white
Who has the right to say what is right?
We all love, we all laugh, we all hurt just the same,
Regardless of color, gender, or name.
My father is a jokerand I love him with all my hearteven though his jokesaren't funny at all
Screaming,crying,breathing heavily,these were never in the brocure that they gave me
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
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.
Society.
A wicked, judgemental group of people.
From discrimination to gay rights, we are still people.
We eat, breathe, love, laugh, and live.
Doesn't everyone?
For years I'd been alone.
They'd scorned me while I raised my flag,
Spitting venom and curses,
All because I loved my own gender.
Trapped for years in the darkness,
I'd stumbled into you,
Skin like silk caresses mine.
Warm breathe licks at my neck like a teasing wind.
I inhale the scent of your soft wavy hair,
as it cascades down over your shoulders.
Your lips, rosey pink, inch closer to mine.
mind is on hold
heart is in fast forward
words were once all that needed to be heard
Now The People Need A Proclamation.
A Declaration From You To The People.
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.
Three friends walk side by side
No one knowing what the others hide
The first wants a pet Giraffe
But he feared the others would laugh
It was his biggest dream
And he swore they would only be mean
A teenage girl cries in her bed
"You're going to hell," the message read.
Is it a sin to be in love?
What makes you think you're that much above?
Show me where in your holy book it reads
see theres this thing
this feeling
that eats
and eats
and eats away at my brain
and i feel guilty and cruel
and wrong
because thats what they told me
i was SUPPOSED to feel
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
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.
Look at these teens as cute as can be
The Jock, The Princess, and the Brain all three
set the lead perfect little lives
With their perfect little friends
In their perfect little house just ‘round the bend.
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
They told me I'm different -
That I'm not the same.
They said love can only come
To those who aren't gay.
I reared my head back
And laughed like a fool.
But there was no hilarity
In what I had done.
The world calls us different because apparently I’m wrong.
And the feelings I feel inside me just don’t really belong.
I’m a boy, yes I know but its a man that I seek,
to love me and hold me at times when I'm weak.
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.
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,
Stand up
Take a stand
Take a stand for who?
A stand for me?
A stand for you?
A stand for maybe even us?
Who is me?
Who is you?
Who is us?
We are who we choose to be.
What’s the meaning of pursuit of happiness when I can barely exist
When I’m treated like a quarantine disease
When they’re waiting for the next headline to pronounce “New cure for the ‘Adam and Steve’ & the ‘Madam and Eve’”
Gay.. Fag... Homo... Queer,
Everyday we live in fear.
Fear for our rights,
Fear for our lives,
Everyday is a new surprise.
Arrested, Jailed, Hated, and Feared,
the 1960's were not good years.
If you closed your eyes
Would you know who I am?
If you closed your eyes
Would you see who I am?
Is it possible
To see who I truly am
With your eyes closed
When you can't really see me
You may know me,
But you can’t see the pain.
You can’t see my struggles
And you can’t see my strife.
For my identity, it isn’t superficial,
It’s an identity that is rooted deep,
Below your hateful words
I'll give my blood
to keep your stripes red.
You can keep your white,
and I can keep my freedom.
You never got to know me.
You would never even try.
You told me that you would rather
I just go home and die.
I never had to fight to live,
Or visit June of '69.
I'm too young to see a club,
But I know where I belong.
This is my last stand
The bastion that all else breaks against
The last correct way to be wrong
The last that I am feeling to be wrong
I want to love
I am told not to
If legality is what I am about
What is it hurting you
for two to be smitten?
Is it because you think it's wrong?
Or just because it's different?
There’s something different, something new,
something that might even scare you.
There are lots of people who,
are closed-minded and pompous too.
That awkward moment when somebody walks through you like your not even there
They don't even bump you they just walk right through you
And it only gets worst
Her name is Crystal
and i thought I could trust her
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.
