i see the way you look at him,
holding his hand,
kissing him,
and i see you’ve been cursed.
cursed to love a man you never truly loved,
cursed to lose the girl who gave you butterflies.
if you were a boy,
you said, so many years ago,
i think i’d want to kiss you.
so unsure of yourself in your sentences
out of fear of being cursed with a life sentence
damnation, you said.
but how could a love so sweet be so wrong.
how cruel for a sixteen year old girl to hear these words,
i cut my hair,
i bound my chest,
i made myself a reflection of who the world wanted,
in order for us to be together.
i waited for you.
but time did not wait for us, my dear,
your parents laughed when you brought me home to meet them,
then their laughs turned to violence
when they saw us
said we were cursed,
laying with the devil
they turned your bright green eyes into
swollen shades of blues and purples.
now, nearly twenty years later,
i see you with him,
saccharine smiles,
absorbing his touch
like a reluctant sponge.
heartbreak is not nearly strong enough a word for this kind of pain.
my love,
we were never cursed,
the world was.
Never so scared
Chains on my chest
Can't hear me
Help
Help
I am exposed
I will be hurt
So obvious
So vulnerable
Panicking
Shutting down
Can't shut down
Have to go onstage
Can't go onstage
Shutting down
Can't shut down
Have to go onstage
Can't go onstage
Shutting down
One hour twenty minutes left
Please help
Please help
I'm stuck
I need my binder
I left it at home
Coming Out
Comfort and meaning can be found
In the draping of rainbow flags
And the joyous stupor of marching
Alongside understanding strangers.
Absolved of the sin of lying,
She now stands free.
A new kind of love blooms within her,
Big as a bright yellow sunflower
And purer than Alpine snow.
Anxiety
Breathe in, breathe out.
The crawling of the skin is real,
Repelled by the way
Prying eyes touch and poke and prod.
Even if nobody stares, everybody stares.
Breathe in, breathe in.
If she breathes out the skin will crawl again.
Breathe in, breathe in, breathe in,
And hold.
Depression
No difference now
Between her lifeless, shallow-breathing visage
And the stains on the walls
Left behind by negligence.
Tired eyes follow ticking time
As it slips right by her,
Through the crack in the window
And into the cacophony
Of urban joy beyond.
You said I fall in love too quickly,
and id have to say you're right.
Sometimes I just look in her eyes,
and everything feels right.
To me she's like cars to a road,
what the sand is to a shore,
to me she's not just a person,
she's much much more.
I keep it as a secret,
I wonder what they'd say.
Its quite a controversial story,
but without her all I see is grey.
She says were just friends,
those words cut me deep.
Its a classic one-sided love story,
I shall not say a peep.
It hurts more than normal,
to know they don't feel the same,
cause to me she is why flowers bloom,
but to her I'm just a name.
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Missy the ladybug
is perfect being alone
her mother however is bothered
that she is still at home
Missy does her part
she always pays her rent
yet momma is still not happy
until another man's house she's sent
but Missy has a secret
to her mother she dare not tell
like her older brother
Missy likes lady lady bugs as well
Bring it up.
Shove it down.
Hate, accept, hate, accept, hate again.
This can't be me.
...could it be?
Not fully female, not fully something else.
Slowly changing, never the same.
She/her? I guess that's fine.
They/them? Maybe sometimes.
What is it?
Do I want to know?
When I learn the answer, will it be something impossible?
Something hateful?
Something I could never be?
I guess we'll see.
The love of two women so strong
The love of two men so pure
The love of anyone against the norms
It's no wonder you are upset
You have never experienced love like that
No matter how much you hide us from your shadow
These seven bended glints called rainbow
will keep illuminating with it's vibrant glow
Till darkness fades and freedom comes to many not only to few.
Ancient tales slashed our vineyard,
We were the bloodshed of love...
Cupid fleshed our hearts.
Austere eyesights.
Fierce catch upon your mark,
Am your prey in the love arena...
I escort this frugal lover.
His achillean personality enchants every man,
I am the residue of my manhood...
Close the cishet doors,
Let the cue tip-off,
You will be my man besides the world.
Two kings for a kingdom.
somehow I'm falling for you
i cant afford to be broken again
its the small things you do
the way you look out the window when its raining
i love they way you get excited over new books
i think you have the sweetest face
i don't know how acceptable its going to be
I'm a little scared to take a risk
last time i did
it didn't go so well
but you make me feel so sure
maybe ill take that risk
not today
but i will
I'm trying to sprout
You keep drowning me out
And you say that what I'm doing isn't right
I will rebel against social standards
I refuse to follow social norms
They bore me
It's a tragedy
I keep seeing people around me
They are falling
Because people cant stop talking
Love has no boundaries,love has no hate,keep love when you find it,before its too late..Women to women,or man to man,dont matter what gender,Dont need no
Plan..Love is so special,love is pure,no homophobic people needed,in our world anymore!
He said he’d leave, so I’d grieve give into his heave
and hoeing for him, like fat to trim; work till dim
the nights. I- so bleak are these weak cries I seek
his gaze. eyes on me- lies -what a drug to deny.
When days less dark his barks seem more a purr; these marks
more a beauty than evidence misdeed: Hurts hardly!
Grecian Soldier eating grapes and spilling wine.
Wither away, one foul say; then wish not be gay
if I’d then easy slide out this ravine to high tide.
Oh to crave pain, or love gained, all same while he reigns.
Keen Observation I
Funom Makama
8/23/2020
(Quick off the top of my haid)
Da dibble go down to Georgia
A town in Texas, who knew
He went on de run
He took his six gun
Lookin' for to doo wacka doo.
He comed across a young sure-shot
Targetin' a hickory stump
Dibble feelin' sly
Slithered up to this guy
And patted him upon the rump.
"What you doin' mistuh?
You hyeh lookin' to die?
We'll duel then you'll
End up a dead fool
For layin' yo' hand on my thigh."
Dey faced off and Johnny drew
But de dibble had drawn his too
They pissed in the wind
They humped and they sinned
And de dibble got his koo koo ka joo.
Male on Male
Sweating and pale
Skin gleaming
Kissing and trembling
Yet clothed still.
New lovers,new to lust
New to love,
Innocent and broken the both of us
Finding peace in each others arms
Do you remember the day still?
Then today sexy and beautiful
As you walk down the aisle towards me
Dressed in gold as my husband to be
You may answer only yes or no
Will you be so?
Will you marry me
Be my lawfully wedded husband for eternity
YES
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