Lgbt Poems

Her Name, Mine

We sat where the orchard meets the dusk,
Legs folded like unopened letters.
She laughed, and the wind—
Traitorous — carried it straight through me.

There was dirt beneath our nails,
Scratched from some old pretending,
And sap on our skin like guilt.
We called it a game, that closeness,
Two girls learning the language
Of not touching.

She wore her hair long, like mine—
A

An Ultimatum

An ultimatum stood at my door
And greeted me so fondly
To the tune of my thumping heartbeat.
"Live as I seem or die as I am"

The words had reverberated in my skull and rattled my bones-
Sick with grief and mourning
Of a life never lived,
A lick of air never tasted on a tongue of a new man-
Not man-soon-to-be,

I Drank the Blood

I drank the blood. 
Shuffled up to the altar,
pearly white shoes scraping over
faded white tile dirtied by the footsteps 
of countless sinners.
(I knew, even then, that that same grime already claimed my soul.)
I accepted the golden chalice with shaking 
hands and brought it 
ever so gently to my lips.
It tasted like poison, but I drank

our curse - a love poem

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

A Transmasc Experience

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

The Spider

In the hushed embrace of night, a weaver emerges from the shadows.
With delicate grace, it spins threads of lunar albedo into a tapestry,
a silent symphony of whispers. Each filament an extension of itself,
an intricate dance of identity yet unspoken.
As the loom of darkness deepens, this weaver labours on, tirelessly crafting
connections that glisten like dew-kissed strands

Nine Shorts - Net, Daseot, Yeoseot

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

One Sided Lover

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

Lady Lady Bugs

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

Lgbt Liberty Litany

Lord, please have mercy. Lord, please have mercy on us
Father Christ, please have mercy. Father Christ please have mercy on us
Lord, please have mercy. Lord, please have mercy on us
Father Christ, graciously hear us. Father Christ graciously hear us
 
Eternal God, the Eternal Father in heaven, please have mercy on us
Eternal God, the Eternal Son

An Internal Dialogue of Uncertainty

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

The Love Of

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

That's the Way We Do It

We were taught 
that to be qu**r
means to be strange,
to be unlike the rest,
to be different, 
but not in a way that would raise surprised brows 
or taint eyes green with jealousy.
We were taught 
that to be qu**r 
means to be different 
in a way that would produce uneasy “oh”s 
or disapproving “how could that

Illuminate

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.

The Spartans

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

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