UnsureUnsureUnsure7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why do I cry,
When I hear that sweet lullaby
Of her voice?
I cant tell why.
Deep in her eyes
Is that darkness shining out a light?
I dont know
Im going blind
Dark wavy hair
Not that special, so why do I care?
Who can say?
Its just so unfair.
Lips I want to kiss
I know I cant, it will go amiss
What makes me like this?
Where I FellWhere I Fell10 years ago in Teen More Like This
Where did I go so wrong?
Where did I fall from this saving grace?
When did the world turn its back on me?
When did I become so unloved?
CoppertoneThere I was, a gangly legged teen who had all sorts of notions on what real beauty was. Sprawled on the vinyl folding chairs out on the lawn, I would stretch my pale legs out like white sprouts on a potato, slathering them with Coppertone.Coppertone9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I wanted so badly to be tan. California-Coppertone-Beach-Bunny-Brown. The kind of tan where you could slip a watch off your wrist and see it's outline in contrast. All the popular girls at school could do that. I would see them at lunch, comparing 'white lines'. My whole body was a white line, thanks to the endless parade of very pale ancestors who looked on from old pictures with somber, chalky expressions. In class photographs, nobody had to ask where I was placed. They would just follow the glow of my face, reflecting the photographer's flash.
I was a persistant little cuss. Spreading a blanket out by the lake shore, I immediately started basting myself like a turkey, while my best friend would sprawl in the sun without even worrying. She could gr
Gay PrideGay Pride10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
In honour of Pride month, I decided to send out a message to my homophobic generation. The following are dialogues I have heard/had with people my age. The words not in quotes are just my thoughts on the exchange.
"Who here is against gays having the right to marry?"
Michael raises his hand.
"Ok Michael, can you tell us why?"
"'Cause, it's nasty."
Real articulate. I find you nasty, should your right to live be taken away because of it?
"My favourite character in the Lord of the Rings movies? Legolas."
"I liked him too, until I heard the actor that plays him his gay. Then I just lost all respect for him."
I just lost all respect for you.
"How am I a homophobe?"
"Are you scared of gays?"
It is not fucking contagious. If you can admit your fear is irrational, fine. But don't use the word gay in a negative context because you have psychological problems.
"Gays marrying? That's just wrong, its totally wrong."
"Why do you say that?"
We'll Never Know EverythingWe'll Never Know Everything10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We'll Never Know Everything
. . .You told me that my weakness
lies within my reasoning. . .
So I wondered if I should envy
Whatever it is that makes you be. . .
As I gazed upon you through your window
I watched it fog up due to the extreme humidity
It reminded me of the way we as people make impressions
An exterior doesn't always reveal all that lies beneath
One can alter the outer shell
To connate what they equate with physical beauty
So perhaps you don't have to divulge to them
All that lies deep within your memory
If they see what's on the outside
And have an infatuated attraction toward you for that reason
Perhaps that will be enough
And you don't have to divulge
All that has real meaning of love
Forever hibernating for the winter season
The facade is the wall that you call your body,
which now only comprehends misconstrued physical embrace
It use to be connected to your emotions
But regardless of time passing, it stays remains frozen
And suffer the inability to update
The only dif
Homophobia 3Homophobia 39 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would taunt him in the halls,
And basically make his life a living hell,
With all the nasty slang words,
As he passed by me in the halls,
But today it was taken way too far.
I watched as my best friend,
Hit him across the face in the parking lot,
And I followed with a punch to the gut.
He fell to the cement in pain.
The look in his eyes,
Showed how scared he really was.
I felt so wrong at that moment.
Putting fear in the eyes of a young boy,
Just because of his orientation.
I stepped back as he stood up.
Then the glare of metal caught my eye,
As I turned to see my best friend,
Pull a knife from his jacket.
He ran forward, stabbing the knife,
Into the young boy's stomach.
They both fell to the pavement,
One clinging to dear life,
And the other taking it away.
I pulled him off the boy,
But it was to late,
He was gone from all the blood loss.
I turned to my friend,
With a look in my eyes that said,
"What the fuck have you done?"
Chase ItLet it run,Chase It8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't chase it.
Let it bleed,
Cracks in the floor.
Dance in the puddle,
And cycles of stupidity.
The river of his dreams,
So that the ocean is,
It is not to be opened,
And we are closing it.
Gay MarriageGay Marriage11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Gay Marriage has been something our society has been struggling with for years, for or against, should it be allowed in the catholic church or not? Well, here's your time to shine, leave a comment to say what you think about the situation, and make sure to back yourself up, don't just say "for" or "against" have a reason.
Open Your Heart.Open Your Heart.10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I'm just like every other teenager. I obsess over my favorite celebrities, I can spend hours upon hours at the mall doing absolutely nothing yet still find it immensely fascinating, I have those ever raging hormones, I suffer heartache when I break up with someone, I try to fit in while also striving to retain my individuality, I go out on dates, I want to be an adult but part of me fears that giant step forward. Oh yeah, did I mention I'm gay?
Now, when you read those two words, "I'm gay", undoubtedly you came to some kind of conclusion about what kind of person I am, or curled your face up in disgust, or maybe you've just stopped reading this altogether. No matter what you did, you judged me in some way. It's okay. Trust me, I'm used to it by now. And to be quite honest, I don't really care what you think about me. I am comfortable with my identity, and I have accepted who I am. I've realized that it is not something I can change and really, I don't want to. N
Dear Mother - MistressMooDear Mother,Dear Mother - MistressMoo9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm in love. I hope you'll approve. I've never felt this way before. I love them more everyday. They are a little different but I can't live without them. Mother, we've been best friends for years I know they are the one. Mother I hope you will meet them soon. Mother I hope you'll understand. I'm not in love with a man. I am in love but Mother her name is Jan. Please understand.
Love your Daughter
I am happy for you. It takes some their entire life to find the one. I hope to meet her soon. Bring her to Thanksgiving we'd all like to meet her. Don't worry dear we love you no matter what. Please do not worry or cry we'd love to meet her and see you smile.
Love your Mother
Her voiceInside my mind I knew that nothing was what it seemed to be, yet it was as it should be. The voice we all have in our heads, the subtle yet vibrant messages being sent to all of use each day, telling us what to do was now pounding in my skull. Inside my body, heart was pumping furiously, lungs working vigorously, nerves shooting down the spine like rockets, spinning out of control. I knew what I had to do, the inner voice had told me to. It would not hurt a bit it had told me. I was sitting on my bathroom floor now, the tiles a crème pale, I had remembered then my mother had wanted blue, but my father insisted upon getting the color he preferred. He was always the one in charge. My back was leaning against the white tub, my long, blonde hair tumbling down all around me, now touching the edge of it, and I began to breathe faster. It will be quick, you won't feel a thing. I could not smell anything, inhaling and exhaling at such a speed, my senses were becoming erratic, out of foHer voice9 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
My Comforting CurseMy Comforting Curse9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I live a troubled life.
A life wrought with disease and fear.
At times I just don't think I can go on.
I have been sick for six years presently.
At this time there is no true cure for my illness.
I can only hope that the meds subdue my quaking fears.
I am very sick but the meds are helping.
Still, at any time during the night I could wake up shaking.
Exhaustion is my enemy and darkness my fear.
My left arm bears a mark of hope and fear.
It causes me pain and I wish it gone at times.
But I cling to it all the same never letting go.
Some days I find it hard to have hope.
I am one of many lost forever.
Lost in the great sea called life.
I find hope among loving friends.
They comfort me and reassure me of brighter days ahead.
I would die just from sorrow if they were absent from my life.
Maybe some day a magic elixir will be found to cure my sickness.
Something simple that no one has thought of.
Until that day I will do my best to survive.
I live a troubled life.
A life wrought with diseas
This is CollegeFive days a week, we are in this room.This is College8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Three times, it's for a Latin class.
There's not much Latin, but there are zombies,
Ninjas, Facebook and other random things of that sense.
It's only the second class of the day,
But already, we are ready to go down.
To bed, not in the elevator since going down
Is a waste of time. There is usually no room
For more people in the elevator at this time of day
But there are some people who seem to have no class
And squeeze into this tiny compartment. In a sense,
We are all like sardines, or zombies.
Without our coffee or cigarettes, we are zombies,
And then our heads slowly go down,
We listen to lectures but nothing makes sense.
In our brains, we seem to run out of room
Though we are stuck for fifty minutes in this class
Hoping that soon, it will be the end of the day.
Graduation should be a fun day.
It's a day when we are no longer zombies
But leave behind books, tests and class
And for some, we go down
In the records for partie
MortalityLooking at an image of my own mortality.Mortality8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe that's the way it is,I have the best morality?
Afraid to die,
Afraid to lose.
I want to live and I want to swoon.
Along the way.
In a thousand torn up yesterdays.
What if I do go to Hell?
No one said that I was a good girl.
I love life,It's my favorite disease.
And what if I must beg and plead?
And try to be brave.
But murder is fought over envy and the ways...
They say that this life it could go on forever.
I hope that after that is something that's better.
And They Kill over mercy,And They kill over dreams.
They kill because of a million things.
They kill over Christianity,And Paganism.
They kill over Judaism and yeah they kill for religion.
And if God has any mercy at all.
Then he loves all his children.
And if God is a woman,
Then she might understand.
Why men make girls cry with the pressure they hand.
Look on dear lovers,
Because I have fear.
But mostly for the ones I hold dear.
Homophobia 2Homophobia 210 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A walk down the hall,
Used to be so quiet and nice,
But now I fear it,
More then ever before,
Because as I walk,
Down these lonely halls,
I am torn apart,
As I hear these words,
Exit their mouths,
Gay, Faggot, Wierdo, Homo.
It all hurts just the same,
And as I tunr the corner,
Of the hallway,
Towards my locker,
I see it.
The big bold letters,
In bright red spray paint.
FAG is read across my locker.
I just couldn't handle that,
I broke down right then and there.
What little of my soul was left,
You just distroyed.
I have no will to live,
Especially here with you,
So I place this noose,
Around my neck,
And jump from this chair.
All you fuckers can go to hell.
A New Battle Cry - MatdredaliaAs I stand on the streetA New Battle Cry - Matdredalia10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hear men and women
And everything in between
Screaming at the top
Of their lungs
For something they've never seen
End the hate!
It's past its due date!
Why can't we try
For something more?
We've been here all along
We should be fighting
To make our place,
Love is love
No matter what
Sex, color, or race
They go to Church
And speak of Love
Then spit right in our face
They say they love
The sinner and they
Hate the sin
But how is love a sin
Just because it's between
That's why we fight!
It's our right!
I am not to be
Tolerated "or dealt with"
I am to be accepted
As are my queer brothers and sisters
Who've been so
They say they love
Their child, no matter
But when she tells them
She's a dyke, they call her
Their hatred is not in
The name of
Nor is it in
The name of their God
We're not weird or strang
AtlasThey call me AtlasAtlas8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel the world's pain
Every heartache is mine
Each tear creeps down my back
The burden of billions is mine
Mine, alone to bear
Silently, I sit
I carry the weight of the world
Upon my weary shoulders
I feel your pain
Weep for your loss
Laugh for your joy
But never does anyone cry for me
My name is Atlas.
I bear everyone's miseries
Yet, who will bear mine?
Coming Out: gadgetsguruComing Out: gadgetsguru9 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I've known that I've been different, virtually my entire life. What I didn't know is just how unique I really am. This is a story of struggle, depression, confusion, and freedom.
During the Christmas holiday season of 1998, the people in Raleigh, North Carolina were especially cheerful; my friends seemed almost oblivious. My wish list for that year included a "Nintendo 64" gaming system, a portable television, and a "Sports Illustrated Swimsuit" calendar. To my surprise, and soon to my despair, I got just that. After about the first week, the only thing it did for me was tell me the day. I kept using the calendar in hopes that somehow it would make me straight. However, I stopped using the calendar on February 3, 1999.
I only wish I could tell you that this day was a normal one, but it forever changed the course of my life. On that day, now in the distant past, I was overwhelmed with feelings. I was upset, confused, and worried, practically at the same time, and yet these feelings were
SilenceThe sand is,Silence8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And we will
Lose each other.
make it fit,
Through the cracks,
In the door,
Are washing away,
HomophobiaHomophobia10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His eyes were bluer than the sky,
And his teeth shined like spot lights.
He had his cute, little quirks,
And those things that were quite annoying.
He always looked hotter than everyone else,
And he always loved my compliments.
His kisses were passionate,
And his hugs were comforting.
Oh why did you take him away from me?
He was so kind,
Never hurt a fly,
But you killed him just the same.
I loved him with all my heart,
And he loved me too,
But you distroyed that all,
With one gun shot.
You killed him for being gay,
But left me.
I hate you.
He was mine,
And you took him away from me.
I shall never kiss those lips again,
Or feel his hands on my back,
As he holds me close.
You destroyed us.
He lost his life to your gun,
And I lost the love of my life,
But you lost nothing.
I hate you, you son of a bitch.
Misquito MilkMisquito Milk8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The soul of California
into weekends of white
sand and blue sky
This is a dawn-
a dawn of a new era
in my mind-
dreams of a new caliber
and stories of
glossy water sunsets
and fervant nights.
thick with red lust
and tragic black death...
white sand and blue sky
Allman B's and drum circles
green plants and surf boards
misunderstandings and arguements
dislocation and locomotion-
just let go
for one week,
do what you wouldn't and give it up
give up a control binge that won't ever settle
the world rotates,
the sun sets,
people will be scoathing of dirt,
death will come,
the past is gone,
the future is so far away,
Forget Me NotForget Me Not9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't ask that you remember everything
Or that you remember me as something great
All that I ask is that you remember something
That's vague enough for you not to hate
I don't ask that you remember every day
I certainly don't ask you remember our fights
I ask that you remember just one little something
That won't make you toss and turn at night
Maybe that frog that I gave you two years ago
Maybe that poem I wrote in 2003
Maybe just the letter L, or a note
I just ask that you don't completely
Remember a sigh or remember a flower
Remember a smile or remember a word
I don't ask you to remember me fondly
Just to remember something that will not hurt
Remember that one day we sat in the park
Remember that one day we walked in the rain
Not even the whole day, just a part of it
A part that won't cause either of us any pain
We spent such a long time alone together
It wouldn't do it justice to pretend it didn't exist
I just ask that you remember me somehow
And that you don't tell a s
Mirror MirrorMirror Mirror10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Have you told the truth at all?
Stop feeding me the same old lies
And playing twisted jokes on my eyes
Just tell me what I need to know
Not what I want you to show
Tell me, am I pretty or plain?
Destined for happiness or pain?
Mirror, mirror hanging on my door
I don't trust you anymore
Look at what you've done to me!
You're the cause of all my anxiety
I now know what I've got
Not some ugly girl, damn, I'm hot!
Let this be said with class
You're nothing but a piece of glass
I don't need you anymore
I know I have what the guys are looking for.