Gay Pride 2**> This is a continuation of my original Deviation, Gay PrideGay Pride 24 years ago in Editorial More Like This
**> GAY PRIDE, EVERYONE!!!! <3
**> For those who would like to come out but need more information, or would just like to have some tactics on how to go about coming out, this book is extremely helpful: GLBT: A survival guide for queer and questioning teens by Kelly Huegel.
**> GLBT-Friendly Psychologists and Therapists by State (Just a few):
Alabama--Dr. Sadie Sheafe, PhD., LCSW www.DrSadieSheafe.Com Arizona-- Patricia Parr, LPC Arkansas-- Angie Turner, LPC California-- (Los Angeles Area) Lisa Maurel, MFT http://www.therapy4oclesbians.com/ Allyn Miller, MFT (SF Area) Lisa Sheilds, PhDhttp://lisashieldsphd.com/ Maureen Johnston, MFThttp://www.maureenjohnston.com/ (Sacramento Area) Debo
Cascading DarkThis sensation persists in my heart.Cascading Dark1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lingers like a stubborn bitterness on the back of the tongue.
Distantly foul, yet so familiar I can’t remember a time when I didn’t taste it.
It’s cold and synthetic.
Mathematical and metallic.
Yet I find myself fantasizing about it tasting organic and sweet.
[ Mandarin honey in the place of corroded steel. ]
Though I am unable to convince myself,
and the same taste, the same fear, settles back into me.
The fear that to you, thoughts of me are tasteless.
Neither sweet nor bitter, but rather clear and empty as pure water.
A manifestation of complete nothingness,
While here I am longing for a person who never existed at all.
Where a heart should beat in your chest, there is only a still, hollow cavity.
A cavity I once ached with everything I was to inhabit.
I wanted to fill that gaping hole with ardor you’d never known..
But you always wanted it to remain empty.
Lifeless. Vacant. Uncompromising..
Because in the e
Love is BlindnessEasy drumbeats betwixt torn words.Love is Blindness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You see, my love, you’re an anvil.
And I’m the desperate swimmer, gasping for air,
Sinking deeper and deeper into the navy depths,
And there’s no hope for me.
But I prefer the claustrophobic darkness
To living without you.
Thank You For BreathingI’m that trickle down your neck last week when you got upset.Thank You For Breathing1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That friend you’ve never met;
That kid you teased for being a teachers pet.
That kid who stays quiet when you get on his nerves;
The one who never got picked first;
The best at being last; Never been late for class; never got noticed for staying on task.
Know that’s there’s something special about being different.
I can’t explain it; not sure if it’s a gift or curse. It’s
Something about it makes me want to pick up a pen and write verses.
I feel like maybe God entrusted this mission to us; something more than Church.
Something more than the outside can comprehend and so we lock ourselves in a hurricane.
To bring tears to its eye; Teen angst at its worst.
But before sunshine; the storm will always be first.
Life’s a game of stamina. Do you have the strength to run?
Life’s a game of stamina. Do you have the strength to run?
This is dedicated to the scars on every teen
Letter To a StrangerYou do not recognize my nameLetter To a Stranger1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nor am I in knowledge of yours
Though we have never met before
I feel the need to speak with you
To tell you stories of my life
And you provide me with the same
But before we start a friendship
I wish to ask you a few things
Thus, your undivided focus
Is what I need from you right now
Can you pay fervant attention
To every word that passes my lips?
In years past, I have met people
Who love surface phenomena
And fail to dive deeper than that
Refuse to connect ideas
Will you hear the depths of my verse
And perceive me for who I am?
And many of these same people
Have done nothing to assist me
With any hardship I have faced
Have not been there to support me
Do you keep an eye out for friends
To have their backs in trying times?
When there arrives a dire moment
That requires a frank dialogue
And an unfettered honesty
Without any hesitation
Would you call out my behaviour
When it is less than savory?
All these things I ask in my search
For a deep, genuine friends
Chesslet's play a game of chess.Chess2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are the pawns,
movements to take
time i speak
by crafty pawns.
to anticipate all your
you got me in checkmate.
Lonesome RootsUnfolding memories; people who passed by youLonesome Roots1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
People who, despite the plural, is just one for you
A person cries, a person's heart dies
Just reminding the red skies
A red sky that I wasn't able to see
By having you at my side, with me
Time won't matter, this clock will tick forever
Even if our words aren't together
I might fall, I might lock a seal
But this dance of feelings is real
Undisclosed door, closed for
Evils that wish our floors
Our area of being fine
That I know that's mine
Just waiting for the only one
That might know that I need some
A little of you, anything of you
I shall even be a fool
But my minds still hold your scent
And I'm still paying the rent
A tax that might pursuit me ever long
As the payment is this song
Some words, some letters
Flowers fall with a high fever
When they pass by a key
That's you: You set me free
Waiting for when the counter ceases
When, lifeless, I'll find peace.
Compassion Of The Heart!Come over here and talk to me,Compassion Of The Heart!1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I told my little boy.
“Oh Mom I’m mad, my brand new friend,
stole my only toy!”
My dear sweet son, it pains me so,
to see you so upset. But there’s one thing
you ought to know, one thing you won’t forget!
“Please mother tell me, what it is
this thing I ought to mind? Can I buy it, is it new or
maybe does it wind?”
Ah my son it’s nothing new, it’s been around awhile.
It’s something that I always know, that won’t go out of style!
Son it’s nothing stores can sell, or put upon a shelf,
It’s not a truck or Lego set, or some poor garden elf.
Son, there’s some that don’t have much,
your friend and many more. But we will find another toy,
in another store!
It’s sad of course your toy is gone, theft is never right…But,
think of how your friend might feel, without a toy in sight!
Of course he may have borrowed it, cause friend’s they often do
I mean to sa
CannibalsHeartless,Cannibals1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As they devour
Each and every
Hopes and dreams.
Of what you
They are those
Live in vulnerable
Haiku of the Moon and othersWatching the bright moon;Haiku of the Moon and others1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Swallowed by eternal dark;
Fading from my view.
The suns light shines so;
All imperfections do fade.
Even mud turns gold.
A ship sailing far;
Comes upon the edge of time;
Fading to legend.
The rain upon stone;
As a waterfall resounds;
Strong as the dragon.
The darkened sky shines;
For the light of the stars
Guides the wise onward.
See the smoke rising;
Floating away from the fire;
Like a dying soul.
The river flows on;
Pouring into the ocean;
From meek beginnings.
The red rivers rise;
As the sword pierces my gut;
And in them I drown.
SeaThere is sand in my teeth from your ocean lips closing and lapping against mine.Sea1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your hot-sun-desert skin singes the hairs on my forearms.
I know what it's like playing with your fire and nearly drowning in your sea.
The sand on your tongue shifts and I choke effortlessly.
I won't trade these fierce, crisp moments for anything.
Your pain is mine and I will burn for you and drown within you.
SpiralA simple soul unjustly judged and bound,Spiral1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tears wet and smearing on ethereal cheek,
With no recourse, not one hope to be found,
Sweet death is merciful to souls so weak.
Another soul that harbors cracks inside,
An inner madness made to burst in flame,
A wicked jester laughs in homicide,
Imprisoned like the rest, one, all the same.
Another one, its senses deadened so,
It heard the silence of its memory.
It saw the fading, dim light of its glow,
It sang its final heartless melody.
We all insult, we sin, we kill, we botch,
Yet all I can do is lament and watch.
MarionetteThe strings dig deep into her veins.Marionette2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She moves with them,
To dull the pain.
A painted face,
With a printed smile,
Her emotions left unversitile.
She dances alone, secluded,
Forlorn and deluded.
And only for her twisted master.
A mental crafter,
A vile bastard.
but this is a show.
the people can see it
the people they know,
this is no secret.
their eyes glazed over
like shes no longer there
ignoring her existence,
she finds comfort in despair.
welcome to the show.
on stage, a girl
who you might as well know.
Only I can see the tears,
And only I know all her fears.
I flick my fingers to the right,
On my command she stands up right.
I flick my finger to the left.
She'd murder all the ones she left.
she dances with a smile.
that does not reach the eyes,
it looks so sick and vile
a soul that believes its lies.
Maybe its love,
i've heard it's supposed to ache.
Or maybe she's insane,
because even the strong can break.
I don't know the reasons,
Or why she's bound and cha
Let Me Carry YouHush said the angelLet Me Carry You2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Don't be lonely anymore
I'm here right beside you
Like so many times before
Time and again
I'll be here to fill your heart
Tonight I'm gonna show you
We're never far apart
Hush said the angel
You can tell me like it is
'Cos I'm not here to judge you
All I offer you is this
Time and again
I'll be here to fill your dreams
Tonight I'm gonna show you
Love is closer than it seems
Let me carry you
Let me be the one
Let me carry you
I can be the one
Let me care for you
I can heal the pain until it's gone
Let me carry you so you can carry on
Let me carry you so you can carry on
What do you see when you look at me? Do you see a fragile child?What do you see when you look at me?2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A lonely young woman?
A sad gray sky?
A warm sun?
A unyeilding and distant cloud?
A hyper and childish lightning?
A mysterious and manipulative mist?
A fading light overcome by darkness?
A kind smile hidden behind a cold stare?
A destructive storm behind a calm rain?
A broken doll waiting to be fixed again?
A bird who fell from the tree and can't find her way back up?
A invisible wall meant to be ignored?
A unknown puzzle you're wanting to solve?
A teddy bear that wants to be held?
A mirror that's shattered into a million pieces and needs to put bak together again?
To be honest, I'm all those things and more but my question to you is...
What do you see when you look at me?
My Turn Jade twitched slightly as she looked down at her feet, unable to look at the dark haired male in front of her. Her hair cascaded down around her face, making it impossible to see her expression. She couldn't help but close her eyes tightly as she balled her hands into fists. "I loved you..." she muttered, glancing up at Jamie, revealing tearful and pain filled eyes. She gritted her teeth for a moment before bursting out in anger. "I loved you!!" she shouted. She felt tears stream down her face, her body trembling. "I loved you so much but no, I wasn't good enough! Did you ever plan on staying with me, or did you know from the beginning that we wouldn't be?!" She held her head with her hands as a throbbing headache quickly formed. "I tried everything… Everything to make you fall for me…" she whimpered, the pain from her head starting to spread to the rest of her body. "I was a fool… A fool to think someone like you would ever be with me…" She looked at the ground, holding her heaMy Turn2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Phan - The Secret[PHIL'S POV]Phan - The Secret3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dan!" I shouted as myself and most of the room was coated in flour. "I hate you! I hate you!" I continued as he sat laughing at me from my bed. Of course, I didn't mean it. In fact what I felt for Dan was far from hate.
"You got floured!" he chuckled, and I found myself giggling along with him.
"I will be making a sequel to this."
"Called the death of Dan?" he offered.
"Called the death of Dan." I buried my face into the towel, trying to get some of the flour out of my hair. "You can be so annoying, you know."
"Oh, I know. Believe me I know." He grinned. Quickly, he looked at his feet. "You don't.. REALLY hate me, do you?" he asked, voice startlingly sad.
I grabbed his hand, making him look directly at me. "No, I don't hate you Dan. Don't pay TOO much attention to me. I didn't mean it."
His gaze wandered to my hands on his. Realising what I had done, I pulled them away. I could feel the colour rushing into my cheeks. "Um, sorry about tha-" I began.
"Don't Phil. Just tell
Homophobia.."Ew!" you will yell and wrinkle your nose every time you see a gay person. You will look at me like you expect me to agree with you. I don't.Homophobia..3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"There is nothing wrong with gay people. They're just like you and me. You're so homophobic," I say to you. I hate that you are like this. I know you are my best friend but if you know if you say things like that, I feel embarrassed to be seen with you.
"I'm not homophobic. I just find gay people disgusting! " You say coldly.
"Thinking that they are disgusting is homophobic."
"So what if I AM homophobic? Why does it matter if I AM?" you question me.
I shrug my shoulders. I know that if I say something wrong, you will get mad at me and yell. I've put up with a lot from you, but not this time.
"Exactly. Why do you even care anyways? The things that I say don't apply to you anyways, do they?" You look at me strangely.
I care because it's hurtful. Not to me, but to other people. Some of my friends happen t
Phan - Homophobes :Part 3:[PHIL'S POV]Phan - Homophobes :Part 3:2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You look amazing." Chris said to me. He gaped before allowing me to see myself in the full body mirror. I wore a white tuxedo that contrasted with my black hair, which was straightened with Dan's GHD's for a special occasion. I hadn't been able to see Dan yet, but rumour had it he was wearing a black tux, so I knew we were going to look even better together for the big day. PJ was supposed to be getting Dan ready. I knew he was in good hands, as was I.
"Wow." my Mum's voice came from the doorway.
I turned, smiling. "You think I look okay?"
"I think you look quite striking, Phil."
"Well my name is Phil Striker." I laughed. I was so proud of my collab videos with Dan.
"Not for long!" she reminded me.
I felt a pang of sympathy for Dan, who would not have his parents present to watch him say the vows, or place the ring on my finger...
"I'm not finished with you yet, Phil." Chris trilled, bringing me back down to Earth. He reached into a bag, producing a small silver pin. The
Shade's ReprieveBeneath the shade of a juniperShade's Reprieve1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I rest amid arid, yellow grass
Leaning with my arms propping me up
For many miles before me, dry hills
Stand covered in juniper and sage
Bathed in scorching unobscured sunlight
I take another swig of water
From my bottle and slowly inhale
Ever thankful for the shade's reprieve
pillspillspillsthis is called Help.pillspillspills2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they said accept it twice a day
between thoughts like autumn
[whirlwind, & passing ideas]
mom names it Smiles, she
called it Solution. you-
you don't know, it tastes
like Change. a reek
of Dependence, of
things that rot.
Warning: may cause;
delusions of normalcy;
nervous hands- that shake
when you swallow;
meetings on that corner of
insanity. A boy will call you
Continue until otherwise
or until hair smells of smoke:
sign of a mind that burns.
they say you have sad eyes.