I Don't CareThose heart-wrenching feelings have long since passedI Don't Care4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of togetherness, of love
Later came the shock of agony
Which I have rose above
Now I see you on the floor
Cold and bumpy to the touch
Remembering the last time I saw you
And how I used to feel so much
Remind me of the days of holding hands
Fingers entwined between fishnet gloves
Passionate, tender moments, exchanging hot kisses
With a girl I used to love
You are round and brown with little black bumps
A cute smile painted for a face
You had a match worn by another
But that was in another place
I don't think much of her anymore
She doesn't come to mind
And I believe it's for the better
To leave the past behind
Maybe she still thinks of me
Running my fingers through her hair
Maybe she still has those photos
But I honestly don't care
I don't know who she's with or where she is
Or if she's got a new madame
But I don't really want to know
Because I don't really give a damn
All I know is that I'm fine
And what's meant to be will be
Welcome?"Welcome"Welcome?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An old man hands her a bulletin
Does he know?
Does he know he just welcomed a gay into his church?
What if he did?
Would he take it back?
Kick her out?
Yell at her?
Tell her she's a sinner?
This old man doesn't know.
He doesn't know that yet another secret gay just walked into his church.
Another parishioner sits in the pews ostracized
Listening to the Pastor at the pulpit
Slowly dying inside knowing she doesn't fit in,
Knowing this church doesn't accept her orientation, the love of her life.
This man doesn't know.
She takes the bulletin, feigns a smile, and walks into the church.
She finds a seat in the back
No one knows.
This is why people are so nice to her.
No one knows who she really is.
If they did, would they still welcome her?
Dear Mommy and DaddyDear Mommy and Daddy,Dear Mommy and Daddy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(Is it okay if I still call you that? No one is listening anyway.)
We've drifted so far apart, I'm afraid you don't even know me anymore.
Mommy, you always said I could tell you anything.
Daddy, you said you'd always love me.
Now I find that what I want to tell you most, Mommy, you don't want to hear it. You block me out and talk about your own life, only to occationally ask about my grades or if I've lost weight. Are your problems worse then mine?
And Daddy, I find that though you always said you'd love me, you think I'm evil just because I like boys and girls. You yell at me and say thats wrong, say I'm going to hell. Then when I finally care about a guy enough, you call me a slut. Is that your love Daddy?
You both ask why I wear dark things, ask if I'm a wannabe goth kid. Is it so hard to think that maybe that's my style? Neither one of you ask why I wear a jacket all year long, or even why I've been wearing this red one that's obviously not mine.
I Don't blame
STOP THE BULLYING*TAINTED-WRITER*STOP THE BULLYING5 years ago in Letters More Like This
I'M the kid you thought was fun to beat on
I'M the kid who spent hours crying in my room after school
I'M the kid with the strange looking scars on his arms
I've been bullied since I moved my home. Both girls and boys took in part of causing hell. No
shoving/kicking but words hurt like blades. Girls would say I'm weird/ dressed weird/ leave me
out of anything/ avoid me. I was a plague. Boys would do the same thing. I was a target of whatever
I wore/did/looked like. When I was in grade school I hanged out with the kids on my block. I kept
trying to be liked by those kids and was finally in untill a new girl came. We were all at the park,
just the kids on my block and I and we played a game where the person who was it had to close their
eyes and try to tag someone. One time when I was it I taged the new girl on the butt. She freaked
out on me and the rest joined. In my defence I had my eyes closed. Later when I was it yet again
because everyone had the
I care...For all of youI care...5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
out there who think that....
...no one cares about you
...no one wants you around
...no one loves you
...no one wants to be there for you
I want you here.
I love you.
and I want to be there for you.
ButchI cut my hair with a pair of rusty scissors on the eve of my sixteenth birthday. That morning my mother screamed.Butch5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR?! YOUR GORGEOUS HAIR?!"
I cut it off.
"WHY IN GOD'S NAME WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"
Because this feels more like me.
Because I'm tired of being confused.
Because for once, just once, I want to look like I feel.
And not feel this emptiness.
I raided my older brother's closet the week before that Christmas. He didn't get mad, he just got quiet.
" don't you have your own clothes?"
"' then why do you need mine?"
Because this feels more like me.
Because this lets me cover those curves I never wanted in the first place.
Because they make me feel
Like I should.
I kissed you two days after your birthday. And you smiled at me, and said that you loved me.
Because, you smiled.
"That's not an answer."
Because this feels more like you.
Because you come across as so strong, but deep down, I think you're br