Hope will never be silentHope will never be silent5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I am who I am so who are you to try and tell me otherwise.
Stop trying to fit me into some box that you can check off saying male or female
straight or gay.
There's more to me than that.
I apologize if your that simple but I am not, nor will I ever be.
I'm not male, I'm not female.....I'm something in between.
Sure I have physical appearance of a female, but I have the mentality more o
You Can Take Me ThereYou can take me thereYou Can Take Me There5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you can
We are so close
I know you can take me there
I can feel it we are almost there
I surrender to you
And we are there
You may have won this time
But I promise
One day I will get you too
CHOICESCan someone please tell me who first thought that being gay was a choice?CHOICES5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Please tell me how they came to that particular conclusion?
Because how does a small child in elementary school,
who never heard the word before,
CHOOSE to like girls as more than just friends.
How in middle school, she
CHOSE to be made fun of for never saying who she liked in fear of what people may say.
Who in high school,
CHOSE to be a butch girl, commonly mistaken for a boy,
and is often asked who their girlfriend is,
only to be yelled at for answering in her female voice.
So please, do tell.
How does one CHOOSE a harder life than needed,
CHOOSE to be hated by everyone
CHOOSE to risk dying alone
Maybe you CHOSE to be straight,
And it breaks my heartI write these poems to break my own fallAnd it breaks my heart5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You don't have the ability to love me,I know this.
Iv been rejected before Iv asked the question
That Iv been screaming in my head.
And it breaks my heart
You take the love I have for you and put it into
a heart pumping someone else's blood.
You think of me as a common passer-by.
You look at me as if Im an actress suffering for
And it breaks my heart
My love for you is eternal, always there when you
My love never fades.
My only question is: if I kiss you were its sore,
will you feel it?
You break my heart, but
I love you in spite of it.
five secondsYou look at mefive seconds5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
your mind blank
my words still sinking in,
"I love you"
words you did not expect,
to leave my lips
If you never know the truth
you'll never know the love,
that I have carried with me,
for the brief two years I've known you.
We both shes,
standing here, not thinking
of the hes, its, and theys.
You look at me,
my words have finally seeped in.
the last five seconds we spent together.
the last five seconds I saw you,
I was the only one on your mind,
for those five seconds.
I know I cannot ask
for anything more then that.
for those five, precious seconds.
Forever meant to beSo many thoughts have ben racing through my head.Forever meant to be5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Am I a girl?
Or something inbetween?
But that can't be right,
I mean, I have the physical body of a girl,
But inside I feel like a boy.
I want to be a boy,
And yet I want to remain a girl as well.
Why is this so confusing?
I guess I'm forever meant to be
A boy trapped in a girl's body.
If Things Had Been DifferentIf Things Had Been Different (But Not By That Much)If Things Had Been Different5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You promised me, always! You told me we'd be together for ever!"
"All I did was give you a stupid rock. I never promised you anything."
These cruel words were accompanied by a frosty gaze from the speaker. Her blonde hair hung loosely about her face, and her eyes were empty. Splashed in their dull irises were green, blue, and gold. If they hadn't been so blank, they would have been beautiful.
The other girl, on the recieving end of the lashing words, shied away. An attempt to hide the hurt in her face, she dropped her head. Her dark bangs hung over her eyes. Pain swam deep in their muddy depths.
Silence hung thick in the air, and the blonde girl absentmindedly tugged at a stray curl. Her eyes cast off to the side, staring out of the window. The other girl looked on the verge of tears, and she moved in close, beginning to plead softly.
Dear Mom- ContestDear Mom,Dear Mom- Contest5 years ago in Letters More Like This
I have something difficult to tell you. It would probably be best if you read this letter alone.
I've tried so many times to tell you, but I could never find the words. Finally, I decided that I was going to tell you next week when I came down. It would have been bad timing, but I felt that you deserved to hear it in person. I agonized over how and when to tell you and . I lost sleep. I lost my appetite. Every few days, I would just break under the stress. That's why you're receiving this letter. I couldn't handle telling you in person. It's the coward's way out and I hope you'll forgive me for it. But I feel this is the only way I can find the words and the courage to do this.
As far back as I can remember, I've always felt different from everyone else. I suppose a lot of kids feel that way, but for me it seemed to go beyond simple growing-up awkwardness. It was a feeling as if there was something wrong with me. But being so young and not even sure what the feeling was, I ch
Forever Walking ScaredI'm walking, walking, forever walkingForever Walking Scared5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
when I come to a crossroads
The sign says Boy to left, Girl to right.
I continue walking right
Not noticing my features become more feminime.
Another crossroads, another sign
Walk left if tomboy, right if girly.
I contiue walking left, my body becoming more boyish.
Another crossroads. Final sign it says:
Left - straight
Straight - bisexual
Right - lesbian
I think for a minutes, then proceed straight.
Walking, my clothes become pride themed.
A banner ahead says finish line
I hurry towards it, I see people, my friends and family.
All I can hear is "Freak, Dyke, Go die!!"
Then I feel the shots and stabs hit my skin.
I am dead, killed by my loved ones
I wake up
I'm still a bisexual boyish girl, but nobody knows
That dream warns me of the potential future if I come out
. . .
Transgender Day of RemembranceDan or Danielle, what is your name?Transgender Day of Remembrance4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And what if I told you it was all the same to me?
I'm not looking for the D to go with the E-L-L-E just right
or checking to see if your pants are too tight or too baggy for the likes of me.
Because who am I?
I tread on male and female ice, not checking for cracks or boundaries, just for comfort between the two.
The pink and blue.
And you are such a hero to me.
Standing your ground for who you're destined to be. Getting knocked down, pushed around but still having
the will to carry on.
How many have to die before people will unite as one to stand against the loaded gun, the angry son of a transphobic man.
Hands ready to take the kill, enraged fists seeking a victim with a certain switch or flick of the wrist.
When will we stop throwing eggs at those who question what's between their legs? Should it be accepted and why is it there?
Why do we dare them to prove themselves to us when we are unsure of who we are?
I didn't know you, Stacy Lee, but I loved
She says...She says i torture her oh so muchShe says...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I run my nails down her spine
She says i make her ache from my touch
I kiss her down from her lips to her sides
She says all these things to me
Its like a musical, a wonderful beat
She says this is all she ever wanted it to be
I kiss her as my lips show me being happy
She says i love you to me
I kiss the lips of my new girlfriend
She says all these things to me
Its a musical, a wonderful beat
In My ArmsI hold you in my armsIn My Arms5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And never want to let go
This is my Home
Because Home is not a building,
a structure or a house
Home is a place where you are loved
A place you can do nothing,
And be happy
I hold you in my arms
And never want to let go
I fear I will lose you
And never again have a Home
I think im falling in loveWhen your gone i just feel like i cant go onI think im falling in love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The longing to powerful
Thinking of you i just wana be near you
My chest feels tight
Heart pounding in pain
I slowly go insane wanting
every part of you
Electricity hitting me deep inside my stomache
It runs wildly through my vains
I need you right now
promise.even if you can't hear mepromise.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(and sometimes, i can't hear you, the ones that tell me this -
because my ears are stuffed with years and years of
shut your mouth girl this was how you were born
chin up you're here until you die)
i want to tell you:
it will be okay. maybe not today
or next month
or next year
or as far as you think you can see
but we're not liars.
it hurts now. we know.
it's hard now. we know.
but i want to let you in on a secret
(another thing we know).
all the things that cut and scratch
and burn and tear and pierce now?
in the end, they'll only be scars
scars you can look back on and say
i was strong. i made it through.
and when it hurts to much to handle
you'll remember you've done it before.
and you've got the strength
to do it again.
another thing to keep in mind:
when you're too tired to stand on your own
we'll hold you up for as long as you need
because - trust me - we know what the ground's like
we'd do anything to keep you off of
EqualityYou can't spell societyEquality5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, wait. Yes you can.
The Wrong Kind of Love IIYou know, I always found it funny that "heat" and "passion" sort of go together. I mean, I guess touching in and of itself generates heat, but if you look at it in more childish terms it doesn't really make sense. When it's hot out, the last thing you want to do is get near someone. You want to spread yourself out in the cool grass and be all by yourself. Friction of the skin is just plain annoying when you're sweaty and ready to move to the Arctic. But when you're cold, nothing feels better than for someone to wrap their arms around you tightly, to touch your face and shield you from the unforgiving air. So really, if you think about it, it's actually the cold that brings people together.The Wrong Kind of Love II5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And I know that to be true, because the first time Holly ever held me in her arms was last December. We had sleepovers almost every weekend from the time we were about nine years old, never spending more than a week or two apart. When we wanted to see friends, they would pick both of us up at her hou
HomophobiaAll this pain i'm going throughHomophobia5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Is only gone when i'm with you
Your beauty is like a bright fall day
And in thoughs leaves is where i lay
You heal my wounds with all your love
You are my angel from above
In your arms i want to be
All alone just you and me
But the world just isn't that fair
I only wish to breath clean air
The thoughts in my head are filled with shame
And with all that it adds more pain
Why is there all this depression
After such a huge confession
IntangibleI imagine you intangible.Intangible5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like smoke or ghost,
laser beams that can not be
held but can cut things like
diamond and appendages.
I wish you were that strong.
SilencedSilenced9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That is what I am.
That is what you make me.
So many thoughts I want to share,
But you have sewn my lips shut.
I have to hide who I am.
I have to hide who I want to be.
You say I'm a sinner,
For living the lifestyle I do.
So you harass me, hate me, hurt me.
You silence my voice.
You make me hide who I am.
You make me hide who I want to be.
Today, stand up and fight.
Let the silence be your voice.
Together we can make a difference,
To end the hate.
To end the violence.
To end the silence.
I am numbIt's like wondering through a cloudI am numb4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A cloud of hazy emotions
Should it be pain? Or fear? Or relief?
This cloud is a hindrance
But also an eerie shield
Between pain, fear, relief and me
It's like sunshine without warmth
The touch of rays but not of heat
The sizzling crackle without the sound
The coldness creeping without the sting
My senses are lost in this fog of oblivion
I feel nothing
I can't remember if I have ever felt
Anything, something or nothing
I am little more than a corpse
Did I feel? Did I swoon?
All these glorious aching feelings gone
I am numb
Half-boy: Half girlI want to be half boy, half girlHalf-boy: Half girl6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like certain parts, and not others
I like my rough boys frame,
I hate my boyish scraggly arms,
I hate the way my hair falls into a part if I let it grow just a touch too long,
I hate the way my breasts hang heavy against my chest
But I love the way my waist curves in to part my womanly chest from my tight little boyish hips
I love the way my calves are curvy, and that I have 'girlish' legs
I hate the way my muscles refuse to grow, no matter how hard I work out
I like that I can be taken, as both a girl, and a boy,
And either way, Im assumed to like girls
I'm either a straight boy, or a very gay girl
And yet it frustrates me when they assume I am one or the other, and I have no in between
Can I not be a girl down below and a boy up top, is that idea so hard to comprehend?
I'm not a boy, but I'm not a girl either,
I suppose I lay somewhere in the middle.
FoolishIf I was in love.Foolish5 years ago in General More Like This
I'd tell her every day,
With every gaze, every smile,
Every gentle touch and kiss,
With every gesture I make.
I'd make her feel,
Like she's the only girl in the room,
In the world, in my heart,
Which she is and always will be.
I'd carry her bag because,
I'd never want her to be weighted down,
I'd hide my troubles and fears,
Just so she'd never hurt.
I'd show her she's beautiful,
Tell her she makes me weak with desire,
Every time she gives me a lingering look,
Or smiles in happiness.
I'd wait forever and a day,
Just to see her one more time,
Never once tempted by another,
Because she would be the only one for me.
I'd be foolishly devoted.
If I was in love.
Equal Rights Anyone?Thats so gay!Equal Rights Anyone?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Youre a fag!
Do I call you
Oh My God!
You like the opposite sex!
So why do you hate me
For loving the same sex
For having guy friends
And gal friends
What does it matter?
Its why I hate labels
Its just people loving people
Theres no difference
And why does that change everything?
I dont hate you
Dont hate me
Dont hate my friends
Dont hate anyone
Our Ambiguityone.Our Ambiguity5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He wears cargos and goes barefoot,
even though it's only March.
He asks his sister to shape his eyebrows
(she's better at it),
and hums to himself
while he smudges on eyeliner.
His nail polish is chipped
but he likes it that way.
After two hours of walking around shirtless,
he pulls his favourite t-shirt over his binder.
"I am here to make you question," and
"Pronouns just get in my way," and
"If you're confused, I
He writes his name in the fog on the bathroom mirror,
then writes a girl's name underneath it.
Then he wipes them both away,
and scrawls his favourite nickname instead.