CELEBRATION of GAY PRIDECELEBRATION of GAY PRIDE5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
CELEBRATION of GAY PRIDE - An Older Gay Man's Perspective
Straight people keep asking, "Why do 'you' people need GAY PRIDE when there is no need for STRAIGHT PRIDE?" This is my answer:
Straight people do not need to be proud of being straight, because they do not need to overcome and survive vilification, hatred, bigotry, discrimination and suppression, for being straight. Sexual Minorities deserve great pride and respect for overcoming all of that, and more.I call this a "Celebration of Gay Pride" because it is a celebration of my journey to self-acceptance and pride-of-self. I was 13, an Altar Boy wanting to be a Priest, when our priest told us boys, "Boys who are physically attracted to other boys are an abomination in the eyes of God, doomed to burn for an eternity in the everlasting fires of Gahanna." I could not understand it. I was simple, autistic, and I lived to be a good boy. I had not done anything to make these feelings for boys happen. God must
Swing BandPlay your trumpets louder, boys -Swing Band4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let's hear that trombone sound.
You're gettin' paid to make some noise;
The dames are crowdin' 'round.
The chaps have finished sippin' gin
And now it's time to dance.
They want a tune to dip and spin
And kick up some romance.
A young thing needs a break at night
From white barrage balloons,
From broadcasts, blackout drapes, cordite,
Junkers across the moon.
The music's really pickin' up.
The piano's lost a string.
There's no one in a smoky club
But loves a chance to swing.
It's hard to hear the sirens wail -
The saxophone is grand -
For death is sorry, weak and pale
But life's a big swing band.
The Official Ode to the ForumsThe Official Ode to the Forums10 years ago in Ballad More Like This
I can't stand to see another thread,
beating a horse that's already dead.
Do you like "s3ks" and what does art mean?
A poorhorse cult for illiterate teens.
The forum descriptions must be Greek,
or maybe the newbies only read 1337.
The Welcome Center to get a tour.
Thumbshare Forum for commentwhores.
'Deviator' no longer exists
(The Forum's still there 'cause jark insists)
Don't post there- it's useless you know
Read the thread that tells you so.
Elite ForumWhores: they're better than you.
Accept it now you know it's true;
If you see a lot of the Blank Stare guy
stupidity is the reason why.
For those with a brain that can't be found
watch out for curran if he's around.
With legendary wit and sarcastic replies
he cleans up the forums (or at least he tries).
We interupt this poem to distinguish
that "kewl" and "k@wa1i!!1!1" are not English.
If those are in your vocabulary
please buy yourself a dictionary.
Do you think you are a squirrel
instead of a normal boy or girl?
"Solitude""Solitude"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the familiar wailing of a saxophone on a side street on a rainy day.
the last building on the left, with a heavy wooden door... and no windows.
words... walls of concrete covered in concrete words
that mean absolutely nothing.
pedestrians walk up and down the street and partake
in the exchange of distant glances with approaching people.
among the myriad of cold raindrops.
NightmareThe room is dark, dingy, aloneNightmare10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The stone walls look cold and solid
The windows are misty and cracked
There is no way out, there is no light
The door is locked, the key is gone. I am trapped
The floorboards creek like little mice
I here the thunder runbling
The wolf howling, shadows on the wall. You are not here
This is my nightmare
I wake up suddenly
Shivering, scared, frightened
Youput your arms around me
And i feel safe - it was just a dream
You are with me now
Thats all that matters
Thats all that will
As long as you never leave me
My nightmare will never become my reality
Faith in FateFaith in Fate9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Abstract notions pass through time
beyond any conscious imaginings,
leaving so much to think about.
Struggling to find a thought concrete.
The closer you come to making sense
the further you find you have to climb;
grasping at loose rock and wavering thoughts
as reason rebels with cunning deceit.
Wearied logic tries to rhyme;
The same perplexion: garnished.
But glamour falls far from the prime.
Left with nothing figured out.
A breath, a calm, there's time...
And reality I'm fine without.
Making LoveMaking Love10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His very touch makes her shake
She thought she was dreaming but feels awake
Whe he runs his hands run down her thighs
She gasps and leans up to open her eyes
He starts to turn her over on her back
She realizes it's her love and starts to relax
They stare each other in the eyes
He gets on top of her and she sighs
She thinks of how this very moment makes her feel
And how every breathe she makes he seems to steal
She grips onto his back and pulls him against her
She prepares herself physically for whats about to occur
Breathing harder and harder staring him in the eyes
She brings her legs up and encloses him in between her thighs
His body feels soft against her chest
She arches her back and longs to rest
Waiting for the very moment she longs for
She cries out to tell him more
The breathing grows heavier and begins to die
She relaxes and here's him give a big sigh
He kisses her gently and whispers his love
They part once again and wait for another moment
When they can again make love.
WholeDo you realiseWhole10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How much you mean to me
I htink about you all the time
I dream about you
I live for you
You are what makes me whole
Youmean everything to me
Ive told you enough times
You make me happy
You make me feel like a real person
You make me have emotions
I know this cause all my feelings are for you
You know who you are
I feel so special
Im glad i found you
Someone like you
Im giving you my heart
Because you make me whole
Would you ever leave?Would you ever leave me?Would you ever leave?10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dont know if u will or not
Thats why i must convince you to stay
To never leave me
When i talk to you
A new life awakens inside of me
A life i never knew i had
You make my life worthwhile
And bring out a new me
A new me only you have access to
My heart beats, my body shakes
And i am anxious for your reply
When i cant talk to you
I cant stop thinking about you
How happy you make me
You make me feel alive
I will do my best to try and make you feel the same
But only you can feel it
I want you to hold me forever
And never let me go
I pray to God, you will never leave me
Ive tried to convince you now
I love you
My heart belongs to you. Ive gave you it
It is yours forever more
Are you convinved yet?
Would you ever leave??
Beautiful...Beautiful...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't really like it when she cried.
I just loved the way it made her look.
Her eyes were always vibrant.
But, God—God, when she cried…they sparkled.
Her cheeks would turn that perfect plum, that dangerous shade of blue-crimson.
She would push her hair out of her face: in futility.
It would fall back, frazzled, crazed.
I would watch her, in her less-than-silent agony,
My eyes: absorbed, ablaze. Like a hawk.
Like a vulture.
She was so real.
So vulnerable, the conceptual putty in my hands.
Passionate, with her lips pushed lightly forward.
Almost in a kiss…
Part of me wanted to be that gleam at the tip of her eyelash.
A bigger part of me wanted to be the one to push the gleam, the tear, away.
But I couldn't.
I couldn't be the one who loved her.
I couldn't love her and be the one that made her cry.
It wasn't that I wanted to make her cry…
Really, it wasn't.
But, to me….
That was when she was beautiful.
BoingBoing9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
across the meadow
every step erupts
The PretenderIf there was one thing in the world that Seifer Almasy couldn't stand- it was pre-match stretches. Though the act was mandatory before anything struggle-related, Seifer felt it to be completely unnecessary that the contestants had to pair off and help their opponents with some of the more difficult maneuvers.The Pretender7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had become a rule inducted after a multiple series of complaints had been put in about the dangers involved with contestants not warming their bodies up and jumping into a fight. Helping promote camaraderie between the opponents by forcing them to warm up in pairs was more of a facade to hide the fact that the people hosting the tournament took precaution in order to prevent further lawsuits.
Seifer couldn't help but be displeased as he placed his hand against Hayner Dincht's lower back and used his other arm to push Hayner's elbow down behind the blond's head- gently forcing Hayner's triceps to stretch and relax. He could feel the contours of the shorter boy's muscles twitchin
Best of You x3Making it all the way home with a bad knee and a significantly low amount of blood, proved to be difficult for Hayner, as he slouched against the brick walls just outside of his and his grandmother's home. He dragged his body along the wall, trying to keep pressure off of his leg and stay focused on the goal at hand. When he was able to fumble with the latch and swing the door open, Hayner noticed his grandmother sitting patiently on the living room couch- the television playing softly and her frail hands fiddling with parts of a puzzle that happened to be spread about on the coffee table before her.Best of You x37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His grandmother peeked up at Hayner as the blond skater forced himself inside and shut the door closed. She stood- using the back of the couch to support herself and tutting at Hayner's unkempt appearance. It seemed to take the elderly woman a few prolonged moments to comprehend the copious amounts of blood staining her grandson- and the way his cheeks were dirty and face pulled into a gri
Renaissance By DeathPart one - Night Of The DemonRenaissance By Death7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
What frightens you the most? What is that thing you are afraid of the most and you would like to avoid?
Im sure you know it... I suppose youve figured that out by now.
Maybe, but I want you to tell me, to have this certainty.
Oblivion... thats what frightens me! Being forgotten is being dead. The only thing I cannot afford is to let you forget me. My life depends on you. If people forget me, I vanish. My life is a neverending search for opportunities where I can live again.
Think of a tombstone. If the name is erased, it becomes a simple slice of matter. It ceases to be the proof of an existence. Along with the name being erased the person that has worn it dies too, for the second time. Another kind of death, indeed, but a complete one.
So, you, just like all the others, are depending on someone? I thought you were free, enclosed by no constraints. It seems disresp
Death of Zack Fair His hand so cold,Death of Zack Fair7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His touch is freezing
He didn´t became old
Now he´s leaving.
The last gleam of life
Vanished from his eyes
He may disguise
but his heart turned to ice.
The rain starts to pour
On his bloodstrained face
The taste of reversal, so sour
And he will never leave this place.
~In memory of Zack Fair.
Rest In Peace.~
Perfect EvilWhat is love, what is it really?Perfect Evil9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it just an emotion that makes us act silly?
It makes the strongest seem weak,
And given many the strength they seek.
It's made the greatest kingdoms fall,
And made even the greatest man crawl.
It is many times mistaken for lust,
But to those who truly find it, someone to trust.
So is it good, or is it bad?
Can it make some one happy, or only make you sad?
But love, being the most confusing emotion of all,
Can make you feel all these things after you take the fall.
A true FriendA friend is someone who understands andA true Friend8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
someone you can trust.
They will listen to you both night and day without ever making a fuss.
A friend will stand by your side when you are right and sometimes when you are wrong.
They will hold you up when you are weak and provide support to make you strong.
A friend's love is unconditional and unique in every way.
And when you have problems a true friend will kneel with you and pray.
A friend will stand by your side through thick and thin.
And whenever everyone have deserted you they still will be your friend.
A friend once said to me that a friend is sent from God above and I believe this to be true.
Because God has sent a friend to me and that friend to me is YOU.
Rain, RainPain, pain, go away;Rain, Rain8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Send me now the rain.
Cleanse me of my afterthought,
Clear my conscience once again.
Tears, tears, flow freely,
Leave my lonely soul.
I'm tired of holding back,
With feelings running low.
Rain, rain, come again.
Don't try not to stay.
Screw every other song,
This, indeed, is your day.
For my fatherLooking into eyes so cold,For my father8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And veiled with deceit.
Hiding behind an exterior,
So suave and so neat.
Making my heart,
Feel cold and ashen,
And making the bars
Around it fasten.
Sending my heart into the darkness,
Eating at my soul.
Slowly it is trying,
To swallow me whole.
I am constantly fighting my demons,
The strongest one is hate,
For my father,
Who has despised me of late.
Being a heartless tyrant,
Disrespecting my mother,
But because she loves him,
They will never leave each other.
My parents are supposed to be,
Equal partners in life.
Not a dictating husband,
And a subservient wife!
Many a wise,
Have said, "I will marry someone,
Just like my father."
But you have done the exact,
Opposite for me.
Because I see you imperfections,
Other people will not see.
That fathers are not all,
Joyful and caring.
Some are just cruel,
Hurtful, and demanding.
You have never laid a finger on me,
Never hit any of us in spite.
But hurtful words are poisoned arrows,
You shoot with de
The path of limitationsSitting on my bed,The path of limitations8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking all alone,
About some girls I know,
Whose actions I can not condone.
How could they be so stupid,
Fall into temptation,
Leading them down a path
Marked by limitations.
Their "man" may stay by them,
And hold their hand.
But the ones that will not,
I can not stand.
How could they just believe them,
Take them at face value,
Believing that they mean it,
When they say "I love you".
My only hope is that girls will learn,
From another's mistake,
And realize the result
One little choice can make.
Best of You x5Hayner stared down at his oatmeal in disdain, stirring it around with a spoon before lifting the mush and allowing it to slop back into his bowl. He repeated the process as footsteps thudded down the stairs. Setzer burst into Hayner's kitchen, fastening his tie and heading straight for the coffee pot - as he had done every day for the past month. Pouring himself a mug of of the caffeinated drink, Setzer took a sip and winced at its heat. He approached Hayner, leaning down and giving the blond a peck on the cheek.Best of You x55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I'll lock the door, make sure no one comes in. You know the rules." The half-threat was singsonged as Setzer ghosted out of the kitchen. His footsteps retreated and the front door slammed shut. Hayner stuffed a spoonful of sugared oatmeal into his mouth, taking the bowl with him as he stood and left the kitchen -- out of sight from any member of Setzer's gang of adolescents who might have been watching him. He plopped on the couch in his grandmother's den, putting the bowl of
Best of You x2Best of You x27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The first thing that filtered into Hayner's mind the following morning was the sound of a door being pulled shut. He shifted, hugging the quilt more tightly to himself and listening to Seifer's heavy feet clump through the living room and return back into what Hayner assumed was the older boy's bedroom. He squirmed about in an attempt to awaken himself further and clenched his eyes shut, sitting up.
It took him a moment to focus in on what he was looking at in particular, but when he did, it became apparent that Seifer's condo looked as if it belonged to the typical teenage boy -- clothes were strewn about, and a handful of cups sat on the coffee table, along with the random empty bowl. Beside the television was a shelf of movie cases, but Hayner assumed the stack of CDs atop the television itself was where the majority of those movies actually resided.
The blond skater huffed out a sigh between his teeth, leaning his head back against the couch and staring up at the ceiling. He hadn't