I Don't CareThose heart-wrenching feelings have long since passed
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
Z-Day Pt.1"Shit," I gritted out, dragging myself back behind the dumpster as best I could. I could hear the groans of the few remaining undead getting closer as their shuffling steps approached. My trembling fingers loaded more bullets into my only chance of surviving this attack, desperately begging my fingers to steady themselves as the bullet slipped from them again. I frantically wiped my hand against my shirt, trying to clean the blood off my fingers so I could actually hold onto the bullets I needed. The burning feeling was making its way steadily up my left arm, almost worthless to me now as I slipped in the last bullet and pulled the useless limb in close to me.Z-Day Pt.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The shuffling was so close now I could smell the decay wafting off the mangled bodies, peeking around the corner to see that I was right. There were five more of the disgusting creatures lumbering their way toward me, and two who had stopped to begin tearing into the freshly dead bodies on the street. I grimaced, bracing myself a
song unsung.we keep at a distance, perhaps because we'resong unsung.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unprepared. and i am most certain i'm still
but it's not on the timeline, of you addressing me,
as if nothing ever happened, and i'm supposed to bow at your feet.
not worth a 'hi', not worth 'hello',
not worth a glance into your simple soul
but now you're just a muse i keep breaking.
these lyrics to a verse i kept
playing in my head, back and forth, so back and forth,
like you and i and last year's fading tides.
so keep your drunk rebellion, keep that cheap perfume.
i don't want your anger, or your name in my tattoo.
it's not a loss if you surrender, it's the lack of transparency
that brought us both to our demise, and my
bullets at your feet.
not worth a 'hey, not worth 'goodbye',
just worth a couple of your shallow lies
but now you're just a figure in my poems.
your body's cold on the side
i never let you once reside,
and this is just some song unsung.
you're just my song still unsung.
we keep at a distance, perhaps because
My Two Fathers'My Two Fathers'4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My parents come to pick me up from school,
You laugh, whisper and point at my parents and me.
I never say anything back or cry,
I love my two dads and they love me.
My family is perfect, yours is not.
While you eat alone at your home.
I'm eating with my two fathers, laughing and smiling.
You're lucky to hear 'I love you' from your parents every few weeks,
I hear it every day.
My parents never fight, while yours does.
People come up to me and say 'Two guys can't raise a child you know.'
My father's love, care and help me like any parent should.
You have no right to say that.
I'm in detention every week for hitting someone who insults my parents.
I'm proud to say that I have two fathers in my life.
The Taste of YouI want to wake up next to youThe Taste of You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and curl my naked arms
around your belly
and arch my back in a morning stretch
and yawn into your hair.
I want to press my toes into your calf
and kiss your shoulder
and the back of your neck
and tickle down your spine
with spindly fingers
and test the echo of your ribcage
with my cheek pressed to your chest
and swallow you in dainty morsels
until your heartbeat is my own.
Prisoner 3223Date: July 23rd, 2016Prisoner 32234 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Location: Kansas City, MO, U.S.
A young woman stood in her kitchen, making herself some scrambled eggs for the morning meal. She lived alone, and was alone, much of her family unable to contact her. The television was on, but for the most part, she was ignoring it, concentrating on her food.
This young woman's name is Jennifer Absal. She is 27 years old, and she is a lesbian. Most of her family was either dead or another homosexual. She has no contact with them, or anyone, to protect herself. She is not open about her sexual preferences, and has never dated. Why, you may ask?
America, land of the 'free', has a new law. For 'the protection of the innocent', the entire LGBT community has been forcefully entered into camps spread out across the country. So their 'sinful ways' don't 'infect' the innocent, God-fearing Christian boys and girls. Anyone even suspected of homosexual, bisexual, or transexual behaviors, including their supporters, are always forced into thes
Gods vs Gays Gays vs. godsGods vs Gays4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Ever since I was little ; every summer I'd pack a few outfits and my older sister
Ashley and I would get picked up by our Aunts Linda and Gloria for a few days of having
fun at their old 17th century house and swim in their in ground poor , We would go to the
Movies or go shopping. I never really thought about anything else. I was young and
These were my two favorite aunts. I never thought that there could be people in the world
That could hate my aunts for being who they are and loving each other.
Once I got older I started to realized that my aunts were not like other families,
my aunts were lesbian, but to me they were my aunts that I had
I'm GayI'm me, plain and simple. I'm proud of what I am.I'm Gay6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
You could call me gay, lesbian, bisexual. Even pansexual, because in the end gender doesn't really matter does it? It's love that matters. What's inside that counts the most. Every so often people come up to me, and question my sexuality, they ask "Are you gay?" I say yes. Because I am gay. But I don't believe in gender, but having to explain that every day, just gets boring. So I just say I'm gay.
It's simple, I like boys AND girls, big deal. It's life, it's perfectly normal. I have feelings for girls and sometimes, boys as well. It's my choice in this thing called life. Yet, people discriminate because it's "wrong" and "unnatural."
But from a young age I got taught "Be what you want be and love whoever you want. Be proud of what you are." That's what my parents told me, and their happy with my choices in life. As long as I'm happy, they don't try to change me.
I'm 14 years young. I'm young, but I'm not
Shot at happinessOnce upon a time I pledged my loved to a girlShot at happiness4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I loved her then
And I love her still
I had a shot at happiness
And yet I threw it away
Looked at it with a grimace
Pain it caused me to look away
Though you did not know it
I feel it each and every day
Words cannot describe the pain it caused me
I deserved it all and more, so
Please do not feel sorry for the person I have to be
I greet the sorrow
And welcome the grey
I live only for tomorrow
I do not know how you are doing
The only thing I know for sure
Is the earth is still moving
Many days I do regret
And though I try hard
In my dreams I cannot soon forget
I failed to be there for you in your darkest hour
Anything I have to say
In your ears turns sour
Life gave me the chance at sweetness
And I gave it away its true
My life is now filled with bitterness
I lost my shot at happiness
In Memory ofIn Memory of4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's funny how things work.
We can never control what life throws at you.
Nor can we ever change the hand we have been dealt.
You were my friend.
You were my world.
I looked up to you.
And knew you were strong.
Even after all you went through,
Even after all that was taken from you...
You were strong.
You were proud.
You were a lesbian and you were amazing.
You were a princess in name as well as in heart.
I know now no one will ever fill your shoes.
I know now Things won't ever be the same.
It was at this very time that things got worse for you a year ago, and despite everything you still held on.
You still fought.
And if I know you...
If I knew you at all.
I know you are still fighting.
Wherever you might be.
I know you aren't afraid.
Wherever you might be.
I know you're still the same.
Wherever you might be.
Things may change. But you.
RememberHey.Remember5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's been a while since I've thought about you at all.
But that's not the truth at all.
Truth is, I still miss you.
And like yesterday and the day before that,
I love you.
Do you remember those times?
Do you remember when you called me your and I called you mine?
Do you remember when we fought for what we thought was right?
Do you remember when we used to stay up and talk until we saw daylight?
Do you remember those times?
When I called you baby boi and had you call me baby girl ?
When I told you I loved you from the bottom of my heart?
When I promised you I'd love you even after we were no more?
I wonder if you're doing okay.
I wonder if you'll be angry if I text.
I wonder if you're keeping your promise.
I wonder if your thinking of me like I'm thinking of you.
Or have you moved on with your life?
Forgotten about me, as I had always feared, so that it hurts less
Do you miss me the slightest amount of how I miss you?
Do you love me still
Sexism: A Double Edged SwordTHESIS: Individuals should have the right to express their gender however they choose to do so.Sexism: A Double Edged Sword4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The way we dress is not everything, but the way people react to our appearance certainly affects how we feel about ourselves. The clothing we wear can tell many things about us, but no matter what outfit you put on this morning, it almost certainly reveals one basic thing: gender. I'm not the most feminine dressing girl; I'm more comfortable shopping in the boys' section, and usually no one reacts badly to my appearance. But one day, almost a year ago, one woman did. I walked into the movie theatre donning my normal attire, and no one said anything. No one said anything until I walked into the ladies' room. An older woman, who was already standing in the ladies' room, began screaming, "You're in the wrong restroom!" Was I in the wrong restroom? Ah, I suppose my short hair and boyish clot
Reisefieber...Endlich es ist soweit. Der erste Urlaubstag.Reisefieber...3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Ich sitze am Bahnhof. Drei Stunden bevor mein Zug eintrifft, um mich dorthin zu tragen, wo ich mein Herz verlor. Noch drei Stunden warten. Aber ich liebe es auf dem Bahnsteig zu sitzen und die Atmosphäre zu genießen. Die ein- und abfahrenden Züge, die ein leises Singsang von sich geben. Nicht mehr wie früher, dass es einem beim Bremsen fast das Trommelfell zerriss. Sondern ganz modern. Es klingt fast wie eine Tonleiter, mit leisen Tönen, die mich friedlich einlullen.
Gespannt sitze ich auf der Bank und beobachte die Gesichter der Menschen, die von einem Gleis zum anderen eilen. Es macht mir Spaß sie zu beobachten. Die Hektik in ihren Augen. Das Heimweh oder auch die Sehnsucht in die Ferne. Ich fühle es direkt in mir.
Teile ihre Anspannung und Entspannung. Menschentrauben sammeln sich um mich. Studieren ihre Fahrpläne und auch ich schaue nun zum Xten- mal auf meine Fahrkarte.
A Not So Princely CharmingWith Shining armor and perfect graceA Not So Princely Charming4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With perfect hair, eye, body and face
We all know of the one in our hearts
The one we love whose never thwart
You hear me speak you imagine him
Someone who's noble, someone to win.
You picture a man tall, strong, and stoic
You picture chiseled features from the mind of this poet.
A princess in a tower, that could be me
In fine silk my dress falls well past my knees.
A woman to fancy, that I sure am.
I woman with a name like Sam or Diane.
The Modern Day Princess with tan skin and jeans
Someone whose fun who loves jelly beans.
But to my prince there's a secret hid deep inside.
As you read on suspense grows tense but confide.
You think you know it?
This secret I hold?
What do you think, go ahead and be bold.
"Does he beat you?" you ask
I shake my head no.
Gentle hands grasp me and true love we show.
"Has he loved another, naughty nights proving long?"
No, I say, yet again you are wrong.
A virgin at self both me and my love.
So what is it so strange lik
thread.stop a moment - imagine this:thread.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're alone and distracted by lilts of ageless loveliness,
and then it all stops, and you're suffering.
you've been suffering, but you realize it now.
that stillness after the music stops;
that quiet that engulfs you after
your only comfort seeps away
through the nooks and crannies
the emptiness you've chosen to surround yourself in.
and you faintly hear their voice.
faintly, they're singing to you again,
as if it was months earlier,
and you are sitting with them -
picture this, now,
you've gone from alone to five months earlier,
wrapped in the company of a darling
- they're fingers going to work on brass and
the both of your vocal chords vibrating and
i know it's good - now now, stay with me.
you're sitting alone.
you're sitting alone
the nothingness fills you.
the nothingness fills you.
pay attention, now, picture this.
your eyes are closing and
your breathing is steadying and
I Love HerYou say this is wrong,I Love Her3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the work of the devil,
I never knew love,
could cost me forever.
It's not my fault,
I didn't ask for this,
I didn't ask to get caught,
caught up in her kiss.
It's not just a faze,
I've always felt this,
the need not for a prince,
but for a princess.
But you say it's impossible,
for me to feel this way,
I have to fight it, I have to battle.
But why is it that you; mom and dad,
your love is seen as pure,
but as for mine, it's seen as a sin,
just because it's with a girl.
You always taught me not to judge,
so why are you being so judgmental,
you sin too, you have your faults,
so why am I the one on trial?
God wont leave me because I love,
He knows it's not my fault,
so mom and dad do as you wish,
I'll love her if I want.
Deep-RootedAll that heated conflict and deep-rooted denial,Deep-Rooted4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has been brewing for an ever-lasting era.
After contemplating and rejecting awhile,
The path to acceptance drew nearer.
MarriageHow nice it must beMarriage3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To get married
To wear the dress
To enter the church
To see my partner at the altar
To share a life of
With someone I love
To share the experiences
My parents had
My grandparents had
My siblings will have
And their children too
How nice it must be to live
Exactly how I planned it
Exactly how I wanted life
To be equal
No Love for a QueerIt was so well-hidden,No Love for a Queer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet strictly forbidden;
My secret was wrong
I didn't belong.
To think I could be
Accepted as me
Was like thinking that lies
Could be truly disguised.
And when they found out
They started to shout
"If it's true that you're gay,
Then in Hell you will pay!
You've become like the devil
You've sunk to his level!
You won't be our child!
Your soul is too wild!
Now go vanish from here
We won't love a queer."
With my heart filled with hate
For not being straight,
I ran out the door
As they called me a whore.
Ever since that cruel time,
My beliefs are a crime.
To the closet I'm chained
And my thoughts are restrained
By the disgust of mankind
That with pride are so blind.
Breathe."I think it's safe to say you're never coming back."Breathe.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something just snapped.
Like a cord.
Something that was holding her together.
Like a horrifying realization
of a heart-shattering truth.
Anxiety bubbles in the pot that is her stomach,
Overflowing in a few broken little sobs.
Broken as it is,
Races on like a gunshot.
She is a storm.
Crying aloud thunder,
Tears become rain.
Gasps gusts of wind the beat against her ribcage
And her ribcage is a window.
And then the calm.
Always the calm,
She is an ocean.
Rippling and alive.
As she recovers.
Her head nods against the wall of her prison cell.
She curls into herself,
Searching for comfort,
A lighthouse on the bay.
And she reminds herself
Heart DropsDrip, drop.Heart Drops4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Another heart stops.
Yet another heart falters.
"How long", they ask.
How long till they realize
what they say
what they do
Hurts these young beating
How long till the blood
bleeding, from these freshly
drops to the
point of no
Sweet nightmareShe made her way up another flight of stairs. Her friend had called her and asked her to come to an apartment that she wasn't even aware her friend had. She had been on her way somewhere, but she hadn't told her friend that. She was sure she could just drop by, see what her friend wanted and be on her way.Sweet nightmare3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The heels of her shoes clacked lightly on the stairs. She didn't usually wears heels, or dresses for that matter, but the event called for it.
When she got to the apartment in question, she just let herself in. After all that's what her friend told her to do.
The apartment was beautiful. It was only lightly lit and everything in the room she had walked into had a very homey feeling to it. Her friend had painted something on the wall, but she wasn't interested. She was drawn to the next room and when she stepped in there, her breath was taken away.
Her friend lay on a double bed, her short hair fanned out on the pillow, her eyes half closed as she started at her.
She had opened her mo
He is all the support i needWe go to the fairHe is all the support i need4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And watch as the hateful eyes glare
Their attention toward us
They call us names and cuss
I cover my ears
And hold back the tears
My loving man
He grabs me hand
He says "it's okay,
Don't listen to what they say"
I can still feel them staring
But by now I've stopped caring