AsexualThe girl is afraid of love.
The girl is afraid of love?
That can't be right.
That isn't right at all.
I live for love.
It's the empty need I fear.
He's so beautiful.
I love him.
I want to make him happy, but not by sacrificing my needs.
I want to be close to him, but not give up my purity.
But that's all he wants.
That's all he ever wants.
I don't even think about it until he's trying to push my boundaries.
He can't see the other way.
He doesn't want the other way.
He wants me.
But I don't want him.
Not like that.
Asexual loveNext to each other, we lay, eyes looking skywards. The deep green grass tickles my skin while the moisture of morning dew hangs in the air. I turn my head and she turns hers. Our eyes meet, and at once, we feel the connection that has sparked so long ago. Both of us had felt that powerful connection, in which the souls meet, not just our eyes.Asexual love8 years ago in Open More Like This
Shyly, she holds out her hand and I eagerly take it. Together, our fingers twine. Her warmth is soothing. I feel no lust, as much as she is beautiful for even now, there is no need for lust. Only love.
Our sides begin to touch. I wrap my free arm around her in an odd sort of hug. She giggles softly at this and hugs me back.
How our love sparkles, beneath the dawn sky. Even though there are no witnesses, the presence of each other is the only thing I hold most dear.
I may not know a lot, but I do know this love is not just a mixture of hormones and chemicals. Its real.
I'm an asexual, deal with it.I'm asexual.I'm an asexual, deal with it.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes, I'm a seventh grader.
No, that doesn't mean it's just a phase.
It doesn't mean I'll grow out of.
It doesn't mean I'm just being a stupid little kid.
Asexuality doesn't mean I reproduce with myself,
nor does it mean that I'm a hermaphrodite.
It doesn't mean that I'm homosexual,
It doesn't mean that I hate romance,
or that I like it.
It doesn't mean that I dislike sex,
or like it, for that matter.
What being asexual can mean,
is that I don't have the drive for sex,
or I don't have the drive for romance in general.
It can also mean that I do have somewhat of a drive for sex,
but not for a relationship.
Not everyone's the same.
Some may like platonic relationships,
some may not like relationships at all.
Some may dislike the thought of romance altogether.
But that doesn't mean they're any different from any other person on the planet.
They're the same as heterosexuals,
Asexy PrideWhen I, amused, reveal the truth they simply shake their heads (oh, so knowingly! so sure!) and give the age old answers. Just wait, say they, it'll come in time. You're young yet, you're still a kid! Just wait and see, you'll change your mind. One day you'll find The (dreaded!) One and then you'll understand.Asexy Pride7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
They say I'll 'understand', as if at the moment the concepts of lust and desire are beyond my childish brain; as if I do not realize what lingering gaze might bring two (or more? hah!) together, what kinship might make hearts race and passions flame. Is this such a complicated phenomenon, the act of falling in and out of love, in and out of bed (in and out of each other)?
If this is what they think of my decision (or destiny, fate, proclivity, orientation?) then they've misjudged by far. They must not realize we all take ninth grade health, sit through the awkward week of embarrassing diagrams and snickered innuendos. They must
AsexualityI am not in denial.Asexuality4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am not a secret lesbian/gay.
I am not afraid of sex.
I am not a prude.
I am not a religios freak.
I am not hiding.
I am not constantly pleasuring myself.
I am not depressed.
I am not crazy.
I am not a freak.
I am not dead.
I do not have a creepy fetish.
I am not the result of a traumatic past.
I have not been raped.
I do not hate people.
I do give hugs/kisses.
I am not playing hard to get.
I am not looking for attention.
I am just not interested.
I am human.
I am asexual.
I Want Your Love, Not Your SexIt's like watching the world behindI Want Your Love, Not Your Sex6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an observational mirror.
Crushes. Relationships. Sex. Marriage. Attraction.
it all seems to be.
I think you're beautiful. So beautiful.
DifferenceYour eyes are brown,Difference8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you prefer green to blue.
My eyes are gray and show little emotion.
I hope thats enough for you.
I dont care about sexy bodies,
or oral sex.
My minds not on your dick,
or the size of my boobs.
Yeah, maybe I could get used to friends with benefits,
but thats not my priority,
because Im caring for something different.
They say bad sex ruins the relationship-
Let me prove them wrong,
let me have good luck in this area- to belong.
If sex is what youre in to,
maybe Ill give in too.
But maybe we can just be,
with you as you are, and me as me.
Your skin is tanned,
like youre out in the sun every moment.
My skin is pale with ugly purple mixed in,
I hate the outdoors-
You still hope well win.
LyricsA fork in the road, a knife in the backLyrics8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A man whose heart and soul are black,
A cutie pie, an apple in a tree
One thing's for sure, I got the lyrics in me
A shy school girl, a woman with hidden scars
Two coworkers kissing beneath the stars
So what, my dear, have you written today?
Come on and tell the world what you have to say
Put the pen to the paper, scribble something new
Tell me, do you have the lyrics in you?
WordsThe sharpest weaponWords2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A poison for the soul
A tongue creating daggers
Sending them straight through the heart
You can patch up a wound
Cure an illness
And heal your body
But you can’t take back
The vibrations in the air
Created by your vocal chords
And the damage they do
And sometimes it can be lethal.
HelpI try to help,Help11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet only seem to hurt you even more,
not knowing what to say,
I sit there in silence,
I say I'm sorry,
you tell me to leave you alone,
not knowing what to say,
why can't I be there for you,
like you were for me,
I just don't know how to,
to help you,
I wish you would tell me how I could,
give me a hint,
just talk to me,
I know you are sad,
and probably mad,
yet you just sit there,
seeing you like this hurts me,
seeing people sad, specially my friends,
always makes me sad,
where is the smile you used to have?
why isn't it around?
people miss that smile.
loveisamentalillnessYou say it is my fault for forcingloveisamentalillness6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you to imprint scars into my flesh
and bones but I can't bring
myself to care.
You tell me I am beautiful,
I release a breath of relief as
I count my rib cage one by one,
swirls of dark purple yellow black
blue red on my thighs, my once
light chocolate skin fading away
You demand I do not see him 'cause
then I will leave you and I do not try to
reassure you 'cause deep down
in my gut, I wonder if you are right.
(I miss him and his soft touches-
I did not believe him when he yelled out
I was falling straight into hell but
I know I should have-I could have been
flying to heaven now.)
I try to shrink away from your tight
pressure on my throat but you are
too strong, too big, too always angry,
too everything and I don't want to
admit I had succumbed to defeat a
long time ago.
You tell me I am doing the right deed
as I let them all impale their penis
into me while you watch with your new
video camera held in your hands and
I believe you yet I know
Why Can't the World Just Understand?Why can't the world just understand that we're not to blameWhy Can't the World Just Understand?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And that not everyone is the same?
How can we be considered a mistake
When this was never even our decision to make?
Who would choose to have to live this way?
If it was an option, many would change today
They just don't see how much it hurts
So they force us into silence which only makes it worse
Being the way we are isn't wrong
Even if it's against what they've believed all along
But in the end, everyone is a little bit strange
So why is it that they try to force us to change?
HealingI felt her breatheHealing6 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.