Two Brides in Flowing GownsWill I ever wear a white wedding dress,Two Brides in Flowing Gowns11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And live like a princess, if just for mere hours?
I gaze in the window display,
Seeing my face on the manikin,
And imagine—dancing with my beloved.
A soft hand slips into mine, urging me on.
"Let's go—it's getting cold."
We ignore the stares given by passerbyers
Wondering if we are who they think we are.
"Darling, don't worry," a voice whispers in my ear,
Between this sudden rain, I can barely hear—
But the warmth of our bodies protects me.
Another stare throws me off,
"It's about love," they say. "Commitment. Loyalty."
Though are they the ones out here?
Gazing at their reflection in a bridal-shop window,
Knowing their spouse wouldn't fit in the selected tux?
Someone whistles, like we're freezing for fun,
And that only makes me warmer inside.
"Dearly beloved," or so they say—
Were 'they' thinking of us when these were written?
"Darling," that voice again whispers to me.
"Are you cold? Or maybe—"
'No,' I think. Anything but that.
Your warmth is mo
Mr. President - LezzieLexi2...Come here,Mr. President - LezzieLexi2...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me show something.
And look over this crowd.
What do you see here?
"Good Americans who vote,"
"Well dressed, business
Yes, that is who they are.
Now take a look
What do you see?
"A sea of rainbow,"
"Too much pride,"
I am bringing up
From either crowd.
Look at this woman
What do you see?
"A hard working
Who knows what she's doing."
Yes, she is.
Now look at this man.
What do you see?
"A gay man
Who flaunts everything
And a man who
begs for marriage
And is too proud
For his own good"
That is where you
This man is a gay man,
But he is also a hard working
Who knows what he's doing.
This is a hard-working
But she is also
Who flaunts it
When shes done with work
Emergence - lvleganSome people are born knowing that they are gay. It's just natural to them. They never have to question it. They just always know. Then there are people like myself that it takes a little longer to figure out.Emergence - lvlegan8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Though I guess I should have figured it out when I was younger. I remember after my parents got separated that my mom, my sister, and I moved in with my grandparents. My mom worked nights as a dispatcher for the police department so most of the time it was just my sister and I with my grandparents. We would all eat supper together and then we could go to the living room to watch television. My favorite nights were those when "Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman" would come on. I would lay down on the floor in front of the television completely and utterly enamored with Jane Seymour. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Every time she came on screen my heart would race and my stomach would tighten, I was too young too understand what was going on though.
As I got older I felt out of place and odd
For You Tell Me SoI am sick.For You Tell Me So6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am wrong.
I am a sinner.
I am a threat.
I am a defect.
I am immoral.
I am mutated.
I am a pervert.
I am shameful.
I am abnormal.
I am unnatural.
I am shameless.
I am disgusting.
I am distasteful.
I am compulsive.
I am destructive.
I am sacrilegious.
I am promiscuous.
I am a delinquent.
I am blasphemous.
I am incompatible.
I am just not right.
I am an abomination.
I should be saved.
I should be healed.
I should be converted.
I should be condemned.
I should be hospitalized.
I should commit suicide.
I should be punished by death.
I have a sexual disorder.
I have committed a crime.
I am not what you say I am.
I should not be who you say I should be.
I have not done what you say I have done.
I will not be who you say I should be.
I am who I say I am.
I have an amazing personality.
I have an open heart.
I have an open mind.
I have aspirations.
I have dreams.
I should not have to be afraid.
I should be treated equally.
I should not be oppressed.
I should not be criticized.
Never Believe -1337M457312Fade in ---Never Believe -1337M4573127 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
Prince song playing in background
Two women sitting in a van, driver and passenger. Driver is mother, passenger 16yearold daughter.
-looks at radio-
who plays this?
Isnt he bisexual?
So? Thats evil! How can you just say so?
Youve been hopelessly corrupted by society
What is this world even coming to?
Now I expect youll be telling me all about your friends
That are gay and how its right and feels right
And how youre gay and you love your girlfriend
And you just want to have a happy life
--keeps talking, fades to background noise. Girls cell rings.
-flips open cell and smiles. Zoom to text message
hey darling, I love you. cant wait to see you! <3, Kelly
--moms voice gets louder. Fade out. Fade in to girl getting out of car, another girl next to the car.
Have a good time, girls! Stay safe!
What you see - Ciara06You see sin...What you see - Ciara067 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Q and A - Anonymous"Why?" that is my ultimate question.Q and A - Anonymous8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I know the answers.
Q: "Why am I so scared?"
A: We live in a small town, people can't know we're "different."
Q: "Why does my heart speed up every time I hear your voice?"
A: You're voice is one of the most beautiful sounds on earth.
Q: "Why can't I tell you how I feel?"
A: I am scared you will reject me, you don't like women much.
Q: "Why do I hate your ex, even though your better off without him?"
A: He broke you're heart. You still love him. I wish you would love me instead.
Q: "Why do I always hope you'll call when I am down?"
A: You know what to say to make me feel better… and I love talking with you.
Q: "Why can't I talk to everyone about how great you are?"
A: We are both women, and we are both still in the closet.
Q:"Why can't I leave Him to be with you?"
A: I Love Him too
But the most important answer to "WHY" is:
Because I Love You.
Because I love two people, totally
Coffee - precautionsSometimes, I handed over the cupCoffee - precautions8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the mornings, when you needed it. I knew
you needed it because you were there, and
every particle longs to satisfy that need.
And as I watched you sip life from
my cup, I knew you'd complain that you could
taste the sugar, or maybe that it was cold.
Of this, it would suffice to say
I was destroyed.
In these mornings, I saw a neon in your eyes
that I often wondered about. Did anyone else see?
I made the discovery the first time
you needed something,
and I brought my cup to your lip and said,
"It makes everything better."
I remember because of that light
that persuaded itself into visibility.
And now I knew that there would be no light in the world
without that glow. I wanted to prolong that dawn
and permanently end your night.
But, it was an artificial light, and it wasn't
even me that brought it along. That light was
a flash of neurons firing in your head.
And as the world plunged back into night,
I accepted the cup and you returned it, saying,
Olives - ShiverBeast" Hey, pass the remote."Olives - ShiverBeast8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stare blankly at the screen,
as if the bright
pixels hypnotized me to
I pass the remote.
The silence grew as she surfs
through the channels,
as if something would
I feel the sofa somehow
away from her, as if
it is saving me from
the violent silence.
I could almost hear
the remote's taps-
each molecular sound
seems to be pushing me-
ever so closely to
I feel her eyes upon me even
though they stare
sharply at the screen. I
feel she is breathing
in the words
I've wanted to say.
Mindlessly, I clear my
"Mom, I need to tell you
She continues changing the
"What?" She says
with a discouraging tone;
her gaze changes to the
where lays an empty jar of green
some slices of cheddar
"Where are the olives ?"
My words seem to be captured by
lack of compassion. I continue,
willing to stop her
hypnotic trance towards
willing to cease
Parents Don't UnderstandIParents Don't Understand8 years ago in Teen More Like This
I sit in the elevator with my notebook clutched to my chest like a child. Why I took the elevator… I don't know. I am ready for this school year. I just need to concentrate on getting through. It's just a matter of will power. It's a matter of marching to your own drummer and being you without offending anyone. Maybe I'll make some good friends this school year. Some friends.
I walk into the counseling office. The nameplate on my councilor's door says Buttkus. I have to suppress a bout of laughter as I look and actually see it written on her door. Wow. Anyway, back to what I was saying. I knock louder than I thought I would and she shouts, "One minute please!"
"Ok," I say.
A girl sits down at the table I'm sitting at. She looks me in the eye and seems to be checking out my brain. I don't know why. She just keeps looking at me like nothing is there but what's inside. She sees right through my skin and muscles into my soul. I have to look away to gain control again.
Why am I like this?
I Wanna - thirtysixdegreesI finally got you onto a bed. Not into one. Onto one. Were sitting here on the edge, twisting blankets in our hands and staring straight ahead, refusing to make contact. Or at least I am. I thought Id kiss you if I were ever in a spot like this. What do they say about best-laid plans? Crashing and burning? I dont know. Were sitting here on a bed. This used to be my bed. A year or so ago. This was my room. The walls are stripped of my Clash posters, and my laundry is noticeably gone, but yep, it was mine. I had a few girls in this bed. I see the headboards still broken. Heh. But I dont think of you like that, yet. I just want to hold your hand. Beatles-style. But I cant even look at you. So Ill keep my clothes on. Id imagine youd appreciate that.I Wanna - thirtysixdegrees7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I really like you. Except the problem is, I just told you I like you. That wasnt part of the plan. No, I was planning on reading too deep into emails and hugs and admiring from a
Chapter 5 - RevisedI grabbed my camera gear and skateboard as she shifted her car into park and cut the ignition. I opened the door to her car and stepped out, beating her to the front door so I could have it unlocked before she got there. She held onto my skateboard for me while I pushed open the front door. I allowed her to lead the way into the house and I discarded my camera bag and skateboard next to the couch.Chapter 5 - Revised7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She turned around to face me, and I could see in her face that she was slightly uncomfortable, if not nervous, as this was the first time she had been inside of my house minus picking me up several hours previous.
So.... she broke the silence.
You want anything to eat...or drink...or anything?
She shook her head and the awkwardness started to set in again, so thick that a knife could have sliced it.
I looked around, trying to find something to do, knowing that since I invited her in that I should have something for us to do.
Chapter 4 - RevisedAfter watching a bit of TV, I went back to my bedroom and paced the small amount of floorspace at least a hundred times over. I wanted to make sure that I made the right impression on her father, not to mention not making a fool of myself in front of her.Chapter 4 - Revised7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Just then my mom walked into the house and I sat on my bed and pretended to be reading a book. She knocked on my door and stepped in.
How was your day at school?
It was fine. Anna, the girl I was talking about last night, wants me to apply at Round-A-Bout Records where she works. I thought I'd check it out, so I'm going to head down there later, I replied.
What time do you want me to pick you up afterwards?
No thanks, mom. I'll just walk. It's fine, really. I added as it looked like she was about to retaliate.
She walked out and closed the door behind her and I stood in front of the mirror. I opened up a few of
Boys in Black 3Boys in Black 37 years ago in Teen More Like This
The next morning, Conner lay wide awake in his bed. He had stayed at that table for almost an hour after Andy left, just staring at the empty chair in front of him as if he expected him to reappear. He just...waved it in my face, then burst it into flames. What the hell am I supposed to do now? He knew rehearsal could easily be very awkward, if he let it. Of course, he wouldn't let it. I hope he doesn't take it the wrong way if I act normally. he thought with a sigh, I don't want to mess him up or anything...No matter how hard it'll be on my part. He'd talk to him about it when they were alone again, outside of rehearsal. It'd be better that way.
And, of course, there was the little matter of his 'revenge' for that exit.
Andrew hit his snooze alarm again. And again. And again. He didn't feel like getting out of bed. I'm such an ass... he thought. He already felt bad about Conner. That wasn't a good sign. All night, all he could think of was Conner. The w
Oblivion - AnonymousI can hear whispersOblivion - Anonymous8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sliding from cracks
Between fingers and
Oozing off of tongues.
A word ambush
Lying in wait.
Stepping over potholes,
Winding our way
With fingers entwined,
Only you and I
Walk down the streets
Of Seattle; everyone else
Watches from within the caves
Of their eyes.
Let them watch.
As we live our way
Through the strangers,
You are the only one I see.
And as I fall in step with you,
We are the only thing that matters.
Colors BrightlyNews pagesColors Brightly6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Chapter 3 - RevisedMr. Olson wasnt in the room but the TV and the video were already set up with a piece of paper on a desk stating several questions I had to answer. I peered down at the sheet and answered the majority of them without the need of the video. Picking up the remote on the desk, I fast-forwarded through the film to the two questions I didnt have. Answering them quickly, I wrote my name on the top of the page and left everything there. I slung my bag back over my shoulder and looked at my watch; not even five minutes had passed.Chapter 3 - Revised7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Anna was still in Mrs. Genaldis room, so I stopped in.
You comin'? I asked.
Can you hold on a sec?
Yeah, sure. I walked into the room and took a stool next to her, watching her concentrated face as she made a few final strokes. When she started putting things away, I got up and helped her.
Normally Im not a very shy person, but Anna struck me