Dear Parky Good morning! It is about 2 AM, and I literally can not sleep. I am just watching you sleep, like a creeper I know, you look so peaceful. So I had the idea to write you one of these letters, since you do the same for me. Tomorrow you go to school, and I do not get to see you as much. I will probably be lonely, but workout and get off my ass for once to not die of boredom. Honestly, I do not know what to write. I should tell you of my love for you..... yea, that will work. So I love you. I love everything about you, from your adorable smile to your sparkling personality, it all just increases my love for you. I hope I can still see you in November, that would be a dream come true. I don't know how you do it. I feel like I type a lot, but just fail at putting it all out there. Maybe because there is no true way to describe my feelings for you. Love, lust, joy, none can truly compare to the feelings in my heart of every time I just have the thought of you. It as though f
COming OUtWe were sitting at lunch, this wonderful, zany group. My children, who are all older than me. My friends, yet, I have a secret, hidden, but not troubling. "Damn she's cute."COming OUt5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Before my brain catches up my mouth opens, "She's mine back off."
Silence is rare in this group, but it falls now. Every eye turns towards me and I smirk, "By the way I'm bi."
"I had no idea."
"Does this mean we can date?"
The words wash over, everyone's smiling at me.
This is my group. My world just neatly rolled over in bed, and the cover's never stirred.
"Kel, do you know what they called you?"
"I heard, I think she just won a prize, I haven't been called that before."
The whispers started, and died in minutes, I'd already fought my battles, my ground is solid. Nothing can shake me. When my friends start coming out, I hold each one of them and whisper, for their ears alone.
And when the whispers start, and w
But It Always Felt WrongShe sat in her room alone one dayBut It Always Felt Wrong4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Wearing a tight fit t shirt and skinny jeans
Her hair pulled back in a pony tail
She stared blankly into the mirror across the room
She looked confused worried and scared
Her mom yelled to her from just outside the bedroom door
"Karli what are you up to?"
But she didn't answer
She just sat there
Karli wasn't there
But parker was
Parker sat there staring into the mirror
Uncomfortable in the close that just felt too tight
And missing the baseball cap he found comfort in
A tear flowed down his face as he thought about what they called him
It wasn't "Fag" or "freak" or "idiot" that hurt him so bad
It was "Karli"
Something that they have called him his whole life
But it always felt wrong
It always felt like an insult and only added more confusion
He closed his eyes wishing that when he opened them
That no one would call him a name that didn't belong
That he could wear the clothes that he needed to to be himself
That he could find comfort in his b
Stitched LipsHer lips, soft like old paperStitched Lips4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tastes of stardust and ink.
I'd kiss her a thousand times over,
just to savour the poetry resting
on her wasp tongue
but, I'm kissing ghosts
with empty eyes, void, naked
and vulnerable like sleeping
gargoyles in the mid-day sun.
[ I'll love her quietly, close-mouthed
in the arms of stone angels. ]
8 h o u r sOur love is an illusion baby.8 h o u r s4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But I just can't let go
Of the delusion baby
That you're not here, no.
Shoot me down
Every time I try
To get a little closer
But I still believe baby
That someday you'll be mine.
The souless, cold eyes that cast away all hope are as lovely as ever my dear.
Pride Is Pride is walking around with your head held high no matter what's going on around you.Pride Is4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pride is not replying when someone calls you a faggot or a dyke, you just walk away smiling.
Pride is when you can look someone square in the eye and say "Yeah, I'm gay."
Pride is when you're no longer ashamed of who you are, you embrace yourself.
Pride is learning to love yourself so other people can love you to, and if they don't, fuck them.
Pride is dishing it out when you know you can handle it back.
Pride is knowing who you are and putting yourself out there whether you look stupid or not.
Pride is what I don't have.
Prideful is what I'm not.
It's the OCD, My LoveWhile washing my hands, I thought of you, replaying our conversations in my head. But it's okay, it's alright, I had to wait for the water to warm up anyways. You see, it's one of those faucets where the water gets warmer the longer it's running.It's the OCD, My Love7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I began to think of you because of the smell of the soap, the smell of chemicals. Remember that time you convinced me to sit in that hot tub with you? You told me the chemicals destroyed all the germs in the water, all those germs from all those people sitting in it. But the chemicals destroyed them. "For sure," you said. I did some research later and discovered that that wasn't true, but I don't mind that you lied to me. You probably just didn't know.
I always was shy around you. Part of it was just because I'm always shy, but you had something more. Your face is symmetric, did you know that? Most people think faces are symmetrical, but they rarely are. Normally one eye is smaller, or there's a birthmark, or something. But your face was perfe
Out of Sight, Out of Mind~Out of Sight, Out of MindOut of Sight, Out of Mind4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't know how to speak
It's as if I've lived a lie
I feel exposed and weak
A truth I can't deny.
My body bears the scars
Irrational fears raging
Like a dog chasing cars
Collared and caging.
I flinch and wince in surrender.
I hide. I run. I'm so afraid.
Shredded in this tragic blender,
I tear. Battered and frayed.
Afraid of what? A memory?
A memory I can't remember.
A memory polished in emory,
Burning in the spark of an ember.
This memory haunting me.
Rotting me from the inside out.
A truth too blurred to see.
A truth that fogs me with doubt.
It plagues my dreams; day and night.
Looking over my shoulder; waiting.
Distracted, out of mind, out of sight.
Shadows taunting, calling, baiting.
I don't want to give in to the fear.
I just want to be free. Let me go.
How am I bound? Year after year?
By a scar my mind won't let me know?
One WordI am more than that one single word. I know how tempting it is, to classify me by one word alone, so much easier than to see all the facets. Thing is, I'm so much more than the gender I prefer. Does loving women have any effect upon the fact that I am an artist, a lover, a daughter? Does it alter the fact that my favorite colors are hot pink and deep purple, or that I always cry at Million Dollar Baby?One Word4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I am a lover, a fighter, a writer. Who I love doesn't change that, just like the clothes on my back don't change who I am. Labels are like a cheap whore, easy, and all the labels in the world aren't enough to get to the core of who anyone really is. Relying on limiting one's view of a person to a single word, be it nerd, emo, punk, lesbian, faggot, prep, hipster, or any other one that can be thought of, merely cheapens the beautiful variety and innate paradoxes of human nature. Scientifically speaking, all humans are 90-something percent identical, but that ten or less percent is what le
My PrincessShe talks about howMy Princess3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she loves her prince.
She talks about how he
saves her from herself.
But what if there was
a princess to save her?
A princess who wants
to be her Charming.
Banished from the kingdom
they'd only have each other.
But that would be fine;
two princesses together.
She talks about how
she loves her prince.
But she doesn't realize
I'm doing the saving.
Don't You Know?Do you know why I won't talk to you?Don't You Know?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know why I won't look you in the eyes?
I'm afraid to.
Because I know that
When you look into my eyes
You see a friend
Maybe a good friend
Maybe just another friend
Maybe a best friend
Maybe the best friend
But a friend
And just a friend
When I look into your eyes
I see so much more
Everything else fades away
Everything else disappears
No one's there but you and me
Then someone comes back and shakes me back into reality
Yeah... The real world. Like I wanted to come back
Where we're friends
And only friends
And I'd rather not go into my fantasy
Live in reality
Distant from you
Then live with you for a minute
In a lie
Make me a manEvery night when I go to bed,Make me a man2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with the same painful thought inside my head.
I wish and wish it over again,
Please make me like those normal men.
Why do I have this birth defect?
I ask a god that isn't here,
Because I can't ask anyone else,
There is too much that I fear.
I stare down at mounds upon my chest,
And feel the empty space,
I never was not once a girl,
It's boyhood that I chase.
But when I'm brave and tell someone,
Of my future plan,
I won't be a girl, or even a boy,
I will be a man.
Try being OCD for just one dayTry being OCD for just one day4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Try being OCD for one day. Just one day.
7:30. Wake up. Look at the clock, wait for the second hand to reach
2 on Monday
4 on Tuesday
6 on Wednesday
8 on Thursday
10 on Friday
Now get up.
Look around. Has anything changed since last night?
Check the window. Good, it's closed. No-one under the bed or the wardrobe?
Good. Now get dressed.
Wait, first, check for signs of internal bleeding. Just in case.
Ok get dressed.
Down the stairs. Tap the banister 4 times. Now you can go.
Wait, repeat the fourth step! Now go ahead. But don't forget to skip the 13th one.
At the bottom, tap the banister another 4 times.
Ok, now eat. But make sure you've chewed an even number of times before swallowing!
And remember to leave a bit at the bottom of your drink. Just in case there's tea leaves or something at the bottom.
Upstairs again. Remember the rules. Ok, the bathroom. Brush your teeth. 4 times on each side, 4 times in the middle.
And check your bag to make sure you haven't forgotten anything.
The Boy In The ClassThe boy in the class who sits aloneThe Boy In The Class10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nobody can hear his hearts moan
They don't understand him and never will try
So every day he slowly dies
If they could feel what he feels inside
Would they be able to pass him by?
But they'll never understand and never care
They'll just pass and leave him there
He's never let anyone know the real him
He's afraid to be rejected by someone he lets in
What would they do if they were told?
They'd prate and stare and leave him cold
So he sits alone and nobody sees
Inside his mind he's never at ease
All he needs is a single friend
But that's a wish that won't seem to end
They can't espy that he's just afraid
And don't recognize he didn't choose it that way
His fear follows him like an incoming tide
He can't hide from that fear as it's justified
He can bearly dream of an happy end
Because he was born with a single burden
He can't talk to the girls in his class
He's tried for years but it never will pass
It's always been this way and he can't change
WordsWords I thought, I'd never say,Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come pouring out my mouth,
Increased by sleepless nights and endless darkness.
Poking through the light, I see a smile,
Emotions form, joining the ever increasing pile.
Biting back the words I should say, they come out backwards anyway.
My tears trace lines across my face, dancing, pushing, hoping to win the race.
If not now, then when?
When to fight, and when to take what is right?
Change it, shape it, form it to you.
Form the words to fit your tired brain, pacing around the room, looking for someone to blame.
But it's not their fault, deep down it always come backs to you.
You, you're flawed, deep down to the core.
Breaking, tearing, ripping your heart to shreds, the tears you cry are just for one night.
You promise yourself, no more of this, no more of these wasteful nights.
Nights spent dreaming and hoping, wishing for something real. When it's all going to come back and smack you in the face.
ROYGBIVRainbows symbolize the proudROYGBIV3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Outrageous love from the heart
Yet the LGBT Community
Gets ridiculed, but you see
By the day we grow stronger
Increasing in numbers of support
Valuing and listening to our hearts
My LoveIf I wrote you a poem about loveMy Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tied it with a ribbon and send it to you
Would you assume that I was asking your opinion
Or realizing what I am trying to get through to you?
Twisting words into knots
Swearing what I know not
Would you know it was for you
And as far as I can tell, true?
Would you know that it is to you I speak
Delicately putting my feelings on display
Courting your heart, caressing your ears
Trying to win you with clever word play?
Love isn't something I trust
Finding it is just fickle lust
This time seduction doesn't quite fit
Because my heart won't quit.
Should I scribble words onto a scrap of paper
Draw a dozen hears around letters arranged in a verse
Describe in detail the feelings that you fill me with
For you to know I love you enough to burst?
My feelings are flighty at best
But I love you more than the rest
Someday, my heart may change course
Can you accept this for what it is worth?
If I sent you this very poem
Rewrite it and refined it amazingly
Marked it wit
LesbianGod loved the two girls at the end of my street.Lesbian4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everywhere they went, they went together,
hand-in-hand so they didn't get lost,
laughing at everything and nothing
all at once.
He was so proud of them.
They never stole, they never swore,
they brushed their teeth twice a day
and always said their prayers.
It was a gift, said the townspeople,
that two girls as perfect as they were
were born in the same place.
an even greater gift, said they,
that those two were the best of friends.
Long nights spent giggling in rooms with closed doors
was a good thing, back then.
halfway between their houses
and in the middle of the street,
they realized that they loved each other.
A gaze lingered a moment too long,
a heart beat a little too fast...
They kissed for the first time on a park bench,
hidden from the rest of the world.
God doesn't love them anymore.