For You Tell Me SoI am sick.
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.
HealingI felt her breatheHealing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
across my skin
in gentle undertones.
She pressed her
against a hollow soul
into damaged wrists
and fragile bones.
With a kiss,
she shaped my body
beneath quiet, loving hands
with soft words in whisper
she tells me
she'll never understand.
Just Like AirHer lips press against mine so softly just like air.Just Like Air5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This kiss is indescribable.
Words and the English language itself seem to undermine it.
When her lips graze mine, the brick wall that I have built crumbles completely and these tidal waves of emotions come pouring out uncontrollably.
I begin to cry.
I open my eyes slightly to see that the same tears filled with the same meaning cascading gracefully down her face.
I kiss her more and more and more.
My hand caresses her cheek, entangling my fingers in her hair as I pull her in, closer to me.
There is a thick fog of passion all around us.
I can not see, only her eyes the windows of her soul.
When we part, we stare into each others gaze, reading each others emotions, reading everything hidden between the lines.
Everything is open to the elements surrounding us...
I climb on top of her and kiss her so deeply.
A Real ManYou would have loved him, wouldn't you?A Real Man4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You would have given back to him
All that he gave to you
The looks he gave
The kisses you shared
The secrets between only you
Oh, now don't you lie
Don't try to deny it:
It was there and you felt it too
He was all you needed
But you said he would never
Be just good enough for you
It was his body you said
Too much here
Not enough there
He was born wrong
And no fakes will do
Lose these here!
Grow something there!
Now, you couldn't expect that, could you?
Yet you leave him broken
When he needed only you
The world is full of women
But only you would do
You tell him that it's over
Trying not to cry
In the arms of a new love
You see him in your mind
Thinking: I'm better off here
After all, he was not right
He was born with XX
A real man has XY
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 - Revised6 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.
Soldier Of Rights - ariesgirlMinority?Soldier Of Rights - ariesgirl6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I will not be ashamed to by myself.
I will not cover up the real me.
I will not have my rights taken away from me because there are less of us.
I will not sit down and settle for less.
I will not give up just because you want me to.
I will not back down under pressure.
I will not cry when I lose unworthy friends.
I am a soldier, we are all soldiers.
Fighting for what we know in our hearts is right.
I will stand strong and defend myself, my friends, my community.
I will take this as a challenge.
I will get back up when I fall down.
One day, I'll win.
We'll all win.
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 - Revised6 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
Two Brides in Flowing GownsWill I ever wear a white wedding dress,Two Brides in Flowing Gowns10 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
The Pink Purple And BlueThe pink seems to danceThe Pink Purple And Blue5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
across your perfect lips
accenting you beautiful face
The purple melds into your frame
strong yet giving all the same
such utter bliss
The blue wraps around your hip
with one swing it may leave
or wrap me up beside you
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 - Revised6 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
Chapter 2 - RevisedThe walk to school was shorter than it usually seemed, but that could have been because I had so much on my mind. In fact, I almost forgot to look around before I crossed the intersection in front of the school. I was looking at the ground and the zebra stripes reminded me I was on a crosswalk. Looking up quickly, I realized I was safe to run to the median. After letting a car pass in the opposite lane, I crossed over and continued my concentrated look at the ground until I came up to the building.Chapter 2 - Revised6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My hand grasped the door handle and it felt so cold. I released it in shock, only to realize my hands were hot and clammy. I was so nervous to see if Anna had looked in my sketchbook. This really shouldn't have been a problem; it contained no personal influence. All of the sketches and artwork in there were strictly for the class and I put barely any emotion into them. The only unfinished piece
I loved the sunshinei.I loved the sunshine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's a girl with sunshine eyes and the cutest smile; she used to be mine. I broke her not too long ago, with words and smiles and ignorance. I feel even worse now that she's fixed.
There's another girl with green eyes; they've got silvery spiderweb-strands and all the right colours in all the right places. She has Indian summer freckles that spot her cheeks, and is a bit too skinny-thinny nowadays. Her too, I broke.
I loved the first girl like autumn - where fragile leaves fell from sleeping trees, right into the palm-trap of my hand. And I clasped my fingers so tightly that when I let go, itty-bitty pieces of leaf stayed stuck in the crevices of my skin - my life line, heart line, fate line, even the lines that don't matter.
And she's kind of like the wind, whereas she goes where she pleases. You can't catch her - not all of her, at least. You can feel her, love her, want her; but in the end, you realize there's no where or when, just a why.
I did not love the secon
MomentsI am five years old.Moments3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The boys in my class have just been teasing me about my last name. It is, unfortunately and a little ironically, Gaye. I'm at my desk crying while my first grade teacher talks to the boys in the hall. My best friend Garrett sits down next to me and tells me that I shouldn't cry because my name is spelled different than "the bad kind". I stop crying because I find that strangely comforting. But the heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach doesn't go away.
I am eight years old.
I'm reading a book from my favorite book series, the Alice series by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor. The book series started out age appropriately enough but as the girls in the books have gotten older, so has the material. The talk of innocent handholding and who likes who have turned into full on discussion of sex. But even though I know I'm not supposed to be reading things like this I continue to devour each book. At the part I'm at Alice has just seen her best friend kissing another girl at the ma
Chapter 6 - NEWWhen I had gotten home and had put my bike away, I crashed onto the couch and picked up the TV remote. My mom came down the hallway as I did this and sat down next to me and took the remote. She set it on the coffee table next to her and turned to me.Chapter 6 - NEW6 years ago in Teen More Like This
What's been bothering you, Danielle?
I sat up on the couch. My euphoria just ended; and even though I knew I couldn't ignore my mom anymore, I wasn't about to give in easily. I was still willing to put up a fight..
What do you mean?
This question would enable me to only have to answer exactly what she wanted to know and not everything that had been bothering me, including her attitude.
With Kelsey. You haven't been hanging out with her and now when you finally do, she leaves the house minutes after she arrives with you two yelling at each other. What's going on?
Wrapping my arms around one of the nearby pillows I adverted my eyes from my
Chapter 7 - MINOR EDITI sat down at Anna's table with her, and Natalie invited me with a nod of her head and a smile, then she went on talking with the girl next to her. The girl had natural-looking brown hair and tan plastic-rimmed glasses. A hemp necklace circled her neck and a few silver bracelets were clasped around her wrist. She wasn't exactly the definition of skinny, but she wasn't fat either. I decided that her build was more muscular; an athletic body.Chapter 7 - MINOR EDIT6 years ago in Teen More Like This
Anna had started a conversation with the girl on the other side of her, who I soon learned was Brittany. Brittany had dyed black hair, styled similar to mine. It was obvious that she used to have her eyebrow pierced, however, the hole was nearly obsolete. Her laugh was a bit annoying, but her teeth sparkled white and left her smile gleaming.
I started eating, letting Anna talk with her friends. My eyes scanned over to the table where Kelsey normally sat.
Crack.Crack.Crack.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear my nose break
my fathers fist moved
I couldn't dodge.
I fall to the ground
Foot hits my stomach.
He's beating me,
but it's not his fault.
I just told him I'm gay.
He can't help what he was taught
or the drinks he had.
I think I felt a rib break;
it hurts a lot at least.
I wonder how long
it will last this time.
But dad's angry;
it's not his fault.
it's time to d a n c e.REDit's time to d a n c e.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his eyes are cold, and on me they linger
drinking in my features like rain and
clinging to my skin as the sun shines high;
he approached me with shaking hands and
fingers laced of whine: h-h-hey y-you're
pretty c-cute: he stutters like an angel with
fear in his eyes and anxiety swimming in
his veins like there's no tomorrow for any
one any more and i laugh like we have all
the days we could dream: so are you: not
a problem with any of my syllables could
you ever find but my heart races like the
dogs up in alaska; mush mush mush mush;
and i take his hand wh
Pride PoemTold to flee, to fly, to runPride Poem5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Held away from finding true love
Eternally ostracized, never to find fun
Forever hated, spat at from above
Against the peace from a dove
Gained no rights to see who cares
Welts formed from hits and shoves
Assaulted by words made up in your lairs
Slapped and beaten, given despairs
Moved to fury to rage to hate
Avoiding my anger you send just stares
Devoted to hatred you're kept in that state
Why is it hate breeds this?
Why cant we all live in bliss?
I look for...I want something only a special man can give,I look for...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hand to hold and walk with me
as long as I live.
A smile to match my laughter's cheer,
A touch never used to fight,
A heart beating in my ear
when I lay awake at night.
A love so strong it will keep me close,
And away from harm and fear.
I only wish I could feel it now
so it would draw me near...
All woman - EffamayKiss meAll woman - Effamay7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Press your lips on mine
Curious, the first time
Tender with the bond we share
Lustful after so long hiding
I wont mind
because this is only
our first time
You don't know
and neither do I
how this will feel
is kissing you
well touch gently
Its only our first time
It doesnt matter
what they say
they can frown
we need not care
We know better
than to be hurt by
what they say
Youre a woman
so am I
You feel this attraction
as do I
Forget the labels
and the pain they bring
Forget the ignorant
stop worrying about what they will say
Forget about everything
Just kiss me
for the first time