Midnight Ravings of Love and LossI feel nothing.Midnight Ravings of Love and Loss in Free Verse More Like This
I have no reason to go to sleep in the evening,
I have no reason to get up in the morning.
He did this.
He changed me.
He was at the center of the best moment of my young life
and when everything I knew came crashing down, with him to blame
he helped me rebuild.
His soft voice and vulgar humor sustained me.
His eyes, his hair, his body seduced me.
His laugh, his mere existence brought me happiness
I owe him everything.
He changed me.
He was my reason to go to sleep in the evening,
He was the reason to get up in the morning.
He was my world.
He forced me to feel
He made me feel love
Even if it was all one sided,
he made me feel.
I'm sure I'll miss those feelings
I know I'll miss him.
But, right now, I can't tell.
I feel nothing.
The World I Want To Live InI want to live in a world where no one has to come out. I want nobody to ever have to go through that emotional and physical torture. I want there to be no reason to come out. Because in this new world, it wouldn't matter! Nobody would care who another person loves, because it's love and none of their business!The World I Want To Live In in Emotional More Like This
I want to live in a world where no one cares. I want apathy, not acceptance. Because, there's no need for acceptance because there's no chance of rejection! There's nothing wrong with it, so rejection and persecution are logically ruled out. I don't want to hear this dialogue ever again "I'm gay." "Good for you!" Good for you? You don't hear "good for you" for being born with hazel eyes or being heterosexual. Honestly, there is no difference, stop perpetuating one! It's just like when a little kid gets hurt, you don't tell the kid they're hurt, because if you did, they would freak out. If we never recognize it as a difference, then there won't be one! Everybody is the
I TriedI did my damnedest to forgetI Tried in Free Verse More Like This
about the way he made me feel.
That, uh-holy amalgamation of
sickness and happiness
I had come to call
I tried so hard,
so hard to get over
that remarkable beauty.
Those compassionate eyes,
that trim physique,
have stayed with me.
Against my will,
to love him.
RememberingThe worst part is remembering.Remembering in Free Verse More Like This
Remembering the feel of his shirt,
the sound of his laugh,
the roll of his eyes when Michelle Bachman opens her mouth,
the security of his embrace,
the warmth of his unique love,
the fact that he misses me too.
That's the killer.
Please...We don't hate you for being straight...Please... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
..why hate us for being gay?
I look around...we aren't any different.
But not if we are brought down.
We cannot help who we love, whether they be male, female, or none of the above; Love Is Love, No Matter What.
So, the next time you say, "That's gay!' "Fag! "Slut." "Homo!" "Queer!" Please, stop and think about this;
How are we different from you?
We all have...
One pair of lips.
.Transcending Gender?.I've always said, if you love someone, truly love them, you should chase after them and catch their heart in a golden net. After all, what barriers are there that love cannot surpass? The power of two crossed hearts is a tremendous, beautiful force..Transcending Gender?. in Emotional More Like This
Sadly, once I myself am faced with an unrequited love, I become a hypocrite. My net is made of gossamer, and it is easily broken. How can I win your heart in the race when you never even considered me a participant? I'll chase you forever, always wishing to just reach you once, but I can never catch up. My steps are solid enough, but I'm lost in the shadow of the other contestants.
Please, my dear, seek out the meaning hidden behind my hesitant words. Don't choose your king so soon, princess. Let your stunning eyes fall upon this maid who has always been by your side.
I see the way you look at him, your face alight with warm love. He gazes back, but him I cannot read. I don't know him like I do you. I don't ache for him like I do you. He is
Thinking of YouI have to wonder; why am I thinking of you so much lately? Even as I ask that question I know the answer.Thinking of You in Emotional More Like This
You gave me back my hope.
What exactly caused it to return? Was it when you said
"You're jealous, aren't you?"
- with a smile that made it seem like you knew everything, even the one secret I've kept so carefully hidden?
Or maybe it was those teasing eyes of yours. I'm still so marveled by their remarkable beauty that I stare at them longer than I should, and this time, it felt like you gazed back.
Regardless of the reason, you pushed me off a cliff I was climbing up, just when I was nearing the summit.
Perhaps this time, I can make you fall with me.
After all, it's quite unfair for me to be the only one with unfinished math homework because my thoughts of you take my other responsibilities and hide them. They especially like feeding my jobs to the monster in my chest.
It's irksome, dealing with the beast day after day. It wants you so badly it will
.Memories.I remember your taste, strawberry gloss over smooth, pink lips. They were always curved upwards, even when no, especially when we kissed..Memories. in Emotional More Like This
I remember your scent, the tantalizing aroma of vanilla you know I love so much. You always wore it on cold, autumn days, as if to remind me that despite the chilly weather, warmth still exists.
I remember your eyes, a shade of blue and green no one was able to describe. You expected me, the writer, to have words to fit them, but I could think of none. I was too tongue-tied at their beauty.
I remember your hair, the way it seemed to shine when the sun hit it just right. It was perfect no matter what you did to it, but it looked best when it was ruffled up from sleeping.
I remember your smile, your frown, your laugh, every move your mouth made. I like to think I was allowed to see it more closely than anyone else was.
I remember your hands, comforting and amazingly soft. They were so different from my own dry, rough ones, and you
Revealing OneselfBut aren't you in love with her?Revealing Oneself in Emotional More Like This
I realize that as I take another step.
One more. Just one more.
My words are caught in my throat,
In my mind,
Buried under the thickness of my tongue,
Asphyxiation from holding my own breath.
One word. Just one word.
The memories take over,
The sweet chocolate,
Peppered all over with bite marks,
Laced through with poison.
One bite. Just one bite.
Somewhere inside my cage of a body
My heart gives out,
Sick and tired of fighting
A fight it will never win.
One more. Just one more.
The metallic taste of blood
Mixes with the salt of a tear.
My lips ache from the lies.
Just say that one word
and she'll know how you feel.
I can never say it.
Pansexuality I think out of all of the different types of sexualities, Pansexuality is probably either the most unknown or the most shamed.Pansexuality in Philosophical More Like This
Sure, Homosexuals of all kind usually unite together, but some bisexual or lesbian or gay people look down on Pansexuality. And a lot of Heterosexuals in the first place look down on anything related to that.
A lot of pledged gay men and women just think of being a Pansexual ludicrous because obvious you can only like one or two genders in their book. Heterosexuals aren't the only ones who hate on gays! A decent sized portion of the Homosexual community 'hates' on pansexuals and transgenders and polyamerous people. Polyamery isn't even considered to be homosexual, a lot of straight people are polyamerous... AND PROUD!
Pansexuals are known negatively to being people who 'can't make up their mind' about what gender to choose from. It's not a gam
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વિચિત્ર ખ્યાલ કે રીતભાત
No matter what language you say it in, it still hurts the same way.
LoveLove is seeing her everyday with a smile upon my face.Love in Free Verse More Like This
Love is seeing that flower blossom into something beautiful.
Love is smelling that burning candle that smells like apples and cinnamon.
Love is knowing she hates you but never being able to reciprocate the feeling.
Love is giving up a lot of things to see her.
Love is laughing whenever you fall.
Love is when she's dressed in the most ridiculous outfit and you still go out in public.
Love is when she finally kisses you, and the world explodes.
Love is noticing the tiniest difference about her on a daily basis.
Love is knowing she'll be there for me no matter what.
Love is touching her hand when she's sad and telling her she's fine because I'm here.
Love is going after her when she walks away in a mood.
Love is hearing her voice giving me sheer joy every day.
Love is incredible.
Does It Get Better? It gets better. Something, not only homosexual teens hear, but every kid who has issues in their life hears. I'm starting to question that phrase. Day after day, I walk around trying to keep my feet from dragging and my hoping my smile won't disappear. And, it isn't even just because of what I go through from past tragedy, it's from everyone else. The people who call me fat. The people who call me ugly. The people who call me butch. The people who hold my beliefs and feelings against me.Does It Get Better? in Philosophical More Like This
How am I supposed to know that this does end? That this really does get better? Have the people who go around preaching that it does get better been what I've had to endure? No, most of them probably haven't, so how would they even be able to fathom what I go through.
Nobody really understands. I don't even want them to understand, I want them to try and understand.
I don't know if it