Bisexuals aren't a part of the LGTB CommunityBisexuals aren't apart of the LGTB CommunityBisexuals aren't a part of the LGTB Community3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't know what to say, or how to put it.
But the statement above holds powerful meaning.
A negative connotation, a spit of hatred.
And because of that title, I take it that you're now reading.
Then take it from the boy,
who felt love for males, but at the same time,
felt comfort when a girl ran her hands through his hair.
Or take it from the girl,
who loved the touch of her same sex,
but perhaps sometimes, she'd prefer a boys kiss instead.
And take it from those, who identify as “Bi”
who are shunned or looked down upon,
by those they believed they could rely on.
And those who raise an eyebrow, who are against
LGTB, those who scorn at the name of bisexual,
who practically scream “get away from me”.
So where is their place, if you are reluctant to accept them?
Does their sexual preface offend you that much,
to the point where you are like the ones, who insult them and such.
If you are LGTB, and you are currently read
Alzheimer'sI loved her thenAlzheimer's2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and I'll love her the same
even if she can't
remember my name.
Golden AfternoonI long to go back to the daysGolden Afternoon6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When all was not stained these muted grays,
But shaded hues of golden afternoon;
I feel like everything ended too soon...
Wishing I could return to the place
Where you always had a smiling face,
With fallen leaves stuck in our hair,
And dirt that seemed to cling everywhere...
Leaving trails through the empty forest wood,
Racing to catch up, if only I could...
Lost out in the middle of nowhere,
When my heart is gone, you can find it there...
Everything was shiny and gold,
Never thinking that we would grow old,
I'd take a nap and dream of bees,
Lurking there, safari through the trees...
The jungle cat would lie in the shade,
Watching, as my dreams slowly fade...
This place only exists within my memory,
Yet no one can wake me from this reverie...
It's my sacred secret place,
Where I vanish, without a trace...
My First KissWalked right into the roomMy First Kiss2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and saw her standing there.
Her face filled with gloom,
touching her lovely hair.
Not wanting to be distant,
I asked if she was fine
and right there, in an instant,
she put her lips on mine.
Life, Without Love?Life, Without Love?Life, Without Love?1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In all my kingdom, and the neighboring lands,
Though I had searched every one,
I could not find someone who would understand
The meaning of this life.
They all said we live to serve the gods* above;
And, although I would agree,
I could not hear a single soul
Say that woman was made for man.
They pray to Marduk and his brothers, all;
But they ask not Ishtar to bring them love.
“What is life, without love?”
Would not a man stay at his home,
And wander away not too far,
If he prayed for a loving and caring wife
In the Temple of Ishtar?
Would not a woman wait for her man to come,
Days and nights with no end,
If great Mother told her that she had found
A kind and thoughtful man?
“Now, my life has love;
And love is all that matters.”
The Soft-Hearted DevilThey say i'm a soft-hearted DevilThe Soft-Hearted Devil2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Violent but hoping for peace
You can try all you want to my dear
There's no hope of changing me
I've burned buildings out of boredom
Watched as lives turned to ash
And yet felt compelled to run in again
To save a little girl for her dad
I slay thousands because I can
And for that I'm told i'm hopeless
But the guilt inside is unbearable
So to each family I leave a dozen roses
This softness is unwelcome to me
But I know it's because of you
Your love for me is a curse I can't break
but I don't think I would if i could choose
You're an angel too good for this world
And too good for a monster like me
But for some reason I dare not imagine
You haven't yet decided to leave
But you're beauty and love can't cure me
I'm a monster and I will always be
This violence inside just can't be quenched
Until the world as we know it has ceased
You know I will always love you
But maybe now you'll start to see
You can take the Devil out of hell
But you can't take the devil
Clear Bubble Heart Blonde hair,Clear Bubble Heart 1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
daisy yellow dress,
lace-bow and pink ballerina shoes.
skipping down the late afternoon road.
Giggles synced to the steady fall of autumn leaves,
she only knew innocence.
Come on down to Sugar St.,
and play the ice cream game.."
Sang the singing van.
Come on over to Chocolate lane,
and lets sing away the ice cream craves.."
Bob your head to the beat,
match your heart to the rock of the van,
clench your teeth to the frigid fruit-flavored Popsicle,
didn't your mother ever say to never talk to strangers?
Leave the world we left behind,
but always keep that memory of home insight.."
Mourned the haunted parents.
Whisper your secrets to the wind,
and keep that cotton candy in your eyes."
daisy yellow dress,
missing bow and ballerina shoes.
found dead on the warming afternoon concrete.
sunlighti'd give you the sunsunlight1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
if you'd give me the one that
you have in your chest
Summer Evenings (day 29)daySummer Evenings (day 29)1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
night and we just talk
about little bits of
nothing, dancing with beliefs,
philosophy and the ways of the
world, exploring like earth astronauts
the edge of today’s dawning horizon
Never ForgetRemember where we have beenNever Forget2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Remember what you’ve helped me through
But never forget
I’m always here for you
Remember the things I’ve said
Remember the things I’ve done
But never forget
That the story’s just begun
Remember my enemies
Remember my friends
But never forget
We choose how this ends
Remember the first time we touched
Remember the first time I said I miss you
But never forget
That I will always love you
hopehope3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a burning spark of purity in a greying hue
as a golden sun rises after an age of gloom,
to push green growth across parched umber.
Vocal chords awaken after an extended slumber,
remembering songs that weave into lightness,
causing constricting thoughts to loosen their tightness.
This, coupled with the metallic tang of clarity, when all around
white noise roars in muffled tones; a bitter cloud
of jet-jade jealousy pulsing about a crystalline sound
that tells you to just hold on for one more moment
despite the odds that you will show them:
eyes opening wide, looking beyond any past errors
you are a being of energy, you can overcome any terrors.
JiltedStained glass windows telling stories; a church filled full of sighs,Jilted1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
petals strewn; unsung hymns; a swish of soft white lace.
The echoes of a choir’s song, sung yesterday arise,
amidst a silence as I’m searching for your face.
Summer warms the stones outside, where those who silent, wait
listening to my pounding heart and hearing quickened breath.
The chancel and the nave are lit with vibrant summer light,
And yet the little summer light of mine just died a little death.
Remnants from last springtime, when we met, float thro' the door,
memories of a fragrance of blossom burgeoning anew
My eyes cast down distracted briefly, gaze upon the floor,
a cold mosaic of feelings colored purple, grey and blue.
Fading footsteps in the distance, receding evermore,
A cloud of dust that follows sadly in your wake.
Your wedding shoes tread swiftly to a new and open door,
Yet my love so ever hopeful, holds me tightly, makes me wait.
The future crumbles in the church, where once I waited,
My Blue Moon and StarsOnce in a Blue MoonMy Blue Moon and Stars2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You'll all know very soon
I'll spill my secrets and my hidden woes
So only you could hear, so you could know
It's not often you visit, but when you do I come
And it feels like I can be what I want to become
I tell you things that I shouldn't think and shouldn't do
I come to bask in your great divinity, so bright and blue
You guard my other side, the true side of me
In your light, I have never truly felt this free
You understand the shadows that I lurk in day by day
My Blue Moon, I knew that there isn't any other way
When we meet, you would tell me your very many secrets
And in exchange I would speak it with you, all my weakness
You would tell me soft things, nice things, in the night
You would make me want to sit down and begin to write
I'm not alone on this very cold night as I gaze up above
I'm with someone who not a single soul would ever think of
I read your thoughts and feelings endlessly my dear
Your radiance echos off your greatness for me to hear
promisesfull moon promisespromises3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on a moonless night
a soothing serenade
when nothing seems right
curled and peeling
distorted from the heat
calloused and calculated
cold and empty
Six Words: SeafarerOceans of pain flow within me.Six Words: Seafarer2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fighting MyselfHere I am again, still wasting my time.Fighting Myself3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ignoring all these words pent up in my mind.
The smart thing, I know, is to let them all out.
But they insist on hiding inside a closed mouth.
Doing what's easy isn't doing what's right.
One of them requires that I put up a fight.
When I lack the power, the strength of will.
During those moments I'm at a standstill.
Without a cause, or a drive, or a fight,
I'm sure to fade out like the sun's last light.
Feeding my addictions only leads to disaster,
Ignoring life for distractions brings death about faster.
I feel my mind and body wasting away,
Haven't made a bit of progress this day.
No steps forward, no steps back.
Stagnation has me ready to crack.
I stand up, put on a shirt and a coat.
Want to be able to say that I wrote,
And didn't wallow in self pity for hours.
But I won't lie or hide from the truth like a coward.
I take a step outside,
Songs for Nightmares.When I fall into bed,Songs for Nightmares.3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there's already too much said.
My tongue is now dead,
but it talks.
While I sing in my sleep,
my mind crawls from the deep,
and the minutes, they creep
from the clock.
There are monsters playing cards,
demons acting like bards,
prancing all 'round the yard
in my slumber.
My tunes are no match
for the songs nightmares catch
while they come in by batch;
take a number.
I have no more words,
relevant or absurd,
and my tongue, like dead birds,
won't take flight.
The monsters have won
by the songs they have sung,
and my heart has been hung
in the night.
FadingHave you seen my words?Fading2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've searched everywhere.
I know this sounds absurd,
They're neither here nor there.
Have you seen my words?
Without them I am lost.
Please return them hastily,
I care not for the cost.
Have you heard my voice?
I fear I lost it too.
I've been so clumsy lately.
Oh, what am I to do?
Have you heard my voice?
I know not where it went.
I try to make a sound,
But silence supplements.
Have you seen my inner self?
I think she left me too.
Darkness has me surrounded
And I know not what to do.
She's not here to guide me,
She took my voice and words.
I'm alone with my demons
And I cannot be heard.
Have you seen my words?
Have you found my voice?
Please, it's getting darker...
I fear I'll be destroyed ...
Fivefold: A responseThe librarian toils away into the night,Fivefold: A response1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His mind whirring, his fingers cracking,
His toil is not in their sight,
But that doesn't make it lacking.
Holly puts herself to great use,
And only fails in one way,
And not in what she can produce,
She fails to disappoint each day.
Edward is pure sunlight,
And growing up seems such an awful plan,
When nice can't reach a higher height,
Nobody brings joy like only he can.
Victoria works most fiercely,
Angles sharp enough to cut,
Each is different clearly,
Each an improvement case shut.
Sarah takes the measures,
She makes sure the facts are carefully traced,
And she ought to know with all the pleasures,
That what she does is far from waste.
Captured In TimeCapturing a moment in timeCaptured In Time1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When passed, greatly missed
Life's little moments fleeting by
Precious like love's first kiss
Each moment we spend
With those we hold dear
Each one more precious than the last
Untainted by hatred or fear
And all that we can hope
Is that each moment last forever
No matter how quickly it passes
Hoping that love will endeavor
It Isn't Just A HobbyDrops hit my faceIt Isn't Just A Hobby1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I stand out in the rain
They blend in with my tears
So no one sees my pain
I've never felt accepted
I've always felt rejected
I've always felt in danger
Cause I've never felt protected
The world has been against me
Since the day that I could walk
And my family has despised me
Since the day that I could talk
I've often thought to end it
To take out that cold blade
To press it into tender flesh
And let my life slowly fade
But I just kept drawing
To let out all the pain
And hope someone would help me
But my efforts had no gain
I still kept trying though
And soon my cries were heard
My art had saved my life again
And I hadn't said a word
That's why I do this
These poems that I write
And these doodles that I draw
Because they are my life
The Way You AreYou can't always fix what is broken,The Way You Are1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I'll collect the shards with words unspoken.
With a gentle hand, touch a heart,
Even after it has been ripped apart.
The grey skies won't always go away,
Sometimes they remain day after day.
Don't fear, but learn to dance in the rain.
Hold tight and embrace the pain.
You try to hide your flaws, each little imperfection,
Hiding behind your wall for protection.
Piece by piece I'll slowly, quietly make it crumble,
And hold you up if you start to stumble.
I may not be able to fix what is broken,
But I can hold on to what has woken.
Keep it close, no matter how far.
I want you just the way you are.
Summer in his armsShe was summer in his arms,Summer in his arms1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rich, warm and living,
And he wanted her season
To last forever.