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[alexonism]

You and I

We are like the sun

So beautiful, magical, essential.

Yet, explosive, ferocious, and at times volatile.

The sun is so pretty. Majestic as it sets over the horizon.

I can see you clearly.

[shittygaypoems]

When I see you in a white dress

It'll be as your maid of honor

I'm happy for you

I really am

I'll write the best toast

I'll plan the best bachelorette

I'll buy you the best gift

But I'll still be here

Watching you come down the aisle

Wishing you were meeting me at the altar and not her

[oxymorttt]

I kissed an enby and they liked it

Chaîne et carabiner,

poche de jean ,

Bagues au pouce,

Bel Androgyne,

Enfant de Saturne,

Où m'emmènes-tu,

Enfant de Saturne,

M'embrasseras-tu ?

[austintoneywriting]

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[april-fairy]

her

i love him,

i do.

but when his hands

are in my hair

and his lips

are on my neck

all i can think about is

how her hands

once mapped my body

and her lips

once kissed my thighs.

i love him,

i do.

but i love her, too.

- april fairy

[w4lkrs]

I look at the way his jeans cling to his legs when he sits down. It reminds me that I’m only a snake, on the hunt for something to lay waste to my ravishing hunger.

Why do i look at the way his jeans cling to his legs when he sits down? Why do i feel strange when he leans against his truck a certain way? Why do i feel like taking a strand of his hair and feeling its zephyr-like softness, before tucking it behind his ear? Why is there an aching sickness in my heart? Why am i sick?

I am sick purely because i would give my every last limb for him. I would watch as he collected them in his arms. First a leg, then an arm, maybe an eye.

We don’t have to stick to limbs.

I would crawl to his feet with one arm, one eye, one leg. I would look into his eyes as i faced the ridicule from the court.

You gave your eye to a man who loves a woman.

I would feel my bare stomach against the ground below as i bled out, my boy clutching my limbs in his strong arms.

He hopes to rebuild me again. His little secret. A reminder of what he once had, but never gave into.

I wonder if his wings broke during the descent from heaven.

-d

[angelov-e]

At the touch of you,

As if you were an archer with your swift hand at the bow,

The arrows of delight shot through my body.

At the touch of you,

As if you were an archer with your swift hand at the bow,

The arrows of delight shot through my body.

You were spring,

And I the edge of a cliff,

And a shining waterfall rushed over me.

At the Touch of You- Witter Bynner.

[autumnsvoice87]

Purple Memory

I sat upon a rock

Watching the river waves

Flow upon the shore

I watched as love walked by

Hiking upon a forest path

My stomach churning

Like the waves flowing by

I say a prayer to mother earth

To give thanks for providing

The beautiful day

upon which I view

Soon love walked up to me

And presented a purple flower

The hue being light lavender

And my heart filled with glee

An act of giving thoughtfully

So simple yet so cherished

Alas the love I feel Is unrequited

Tis a gift of friendship

And nothing more

Yet I cannot help

That love has my heart Asunder

I accept and smile happily

And with humility

Knowing generally love

Still thinks of me

Thus I am not forgotten

In this vast world of cruelty

The purple flower's long petals

Dry out and fade away

But the act of kindness

Lingers on imprinted forever more

[roe-the-trans-writer]

BLUE MEETS BROWN-

By Rogen James Carter

Blue meets brown,

His smile grows.

Blue meets Brown,

His heart beats with his own.

Blue meets Brown,

He feels the safety of Love.

Blue meets Brown,

“I am scared of falling.”

Blue meets Brown,

“Fall, for I will catch you.”

Blue meets Brown,

Hearts are exchanged but kept close.

Blue meets Brown,

Opposite colors meet,

Both fall in love,

So as Blue meets Brown,

Silent love is exhanged,

Blue meets Brown,

In Love Another Day.

[icannotdothisrightnow]

One day you will sit on your kitchen counter. Wearing your lover's oversized sweater as you wait for them to come home. They return with jam and breads and a new sparkling cider, with a single flower that reminded them of you. They'll know you so well and so deeply that you will be wholly loved, completely consumed. One day their warmth will finally breach your chilled skin, and you will be loved.

One day.

[jcabralautor]

80's Crush

There I was

Sitting in the cafeteria

Reading "In Cold Blood"

On a day that wasn't cold.

And then I notice that the light slowly fades.

Looking back I see him

Him in his white t-shirt,

Covered in a black leather jacket,

Blue denim jeans,

Black boots.

He wasn't looking at me

But I was.

I was looking at his beautiful straight black hair,

His sharp jaw,

His discolored lips,

His brown eyes with dark circles.

In his hand, a joint of hydroponic weed...

Even the fact that he's addicted is… beautiful.

As I was looking at this dark fallen angel

I stop to look at myself...

To see how different we are.

I wasn't like him.

I was just a xerox copy of an assumption.

An assumption that is not mine by creation.

I wish I was like him...

Maybe... he'd notice me in a way.

Maybe give a look just to hide from his friends right after.

I wonder... if he'd let me smoke his joint...

Just to get a chance to feel.

He's my 80's crush.

[opal-dreemurr]

The Colors of My School Spirit Week

I rushed in early on Thursday,

Eager to help decorate for spirit week.

Right as I turned the hall,

His colors caught my eye.

They weren’t red, white or blue,

They were every color of the rainbows in the sky.

His true colors were beautiful,

How I wished I had told him.

Instead I rushed down stairs that Thursday morning,

And I blew up red, white, and blue balloons till I got dizzy.

Not many appreciated the boy’s colors like I did.

I didn’t see him again that day,

That rainbow of his was crushed by an avalanche of red, white and blue.

His colors were punished and condemned,

And I was too late to help.

The next day when we were supposed to conform to orange and blue,

I shared my true colors my true colors with the world.

Many others exposed their beautiful rainbow too,

But now we were crushed by orange and blue.

I was eager to support the boy,

Until my excitement turned to fear.

The students who shared their rainbows were vulnerable to attack,

Bible verses and holy water left and right.

Students getting kicked to the floor.

Words piercing through your colors like knives,

Hate and fear spread like the disease it is.

I was petrified,

Ice water in my veins.

Someone grabbed my backpack, 

I jumped in fear.

It was just a friend thanking me for sharing my colors with her,

Not someone coming to beat me to a pulp or hold their bible to my forehead.

That anxious friday was finally over,

The bell had rung.

I ran out of there as quickly as I could,

Escaping the crowd of orange and blue.

I climb into the jeep,

I was safe.

I was free.

I had forgotten my decorations inside the school.

Returning to the school,

I cautiously walk the nearly empty halls.

Down the narrow staircase,

I feel two orange and blue jerseys creep up to either side of me.

They were not even an inch away,

I clench my stuff,

Preparing for them to push me down the stairs.

With a rush of adrenaline,

My walking pace increases.

I grab my bag of decorations,

And I run for the nearest exit.

So there you have it.

We shared our true colors with the world,

We showed our support.

Though we were crushed by the avalanche of infectious hate,

We survived.

We cannot change our true colors.

The colors of this spirit week exposed who the students of this school truly are.

This poem is based on true events

https://mahometdaily.com/mahomet-seymour-students-look-for-statement-against-bullying-from-district/

[gramone-blog]

A veces duele y a veces gusta tratar de ser aquella magnitud cuyo valor no varía en el tiempo.

[austintoneywriting]

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[will-i-ever-makea-sound]

All I think about

As I slowly breathe in The toxic smoke of my cigarette I think about you. Your eyes, full of sin Your gaze, full of regret. I think about you. Your voice, as clear as a violin Your lips, as soft as they're wet. I think about you. Your hair, as silky as grenadine Your skin, beautifully covered in sweat. I think about you. Your words, they sting like zédoarine Your words, a softly spoken threat. I think about you. Your confessions, a lonely whisper within The darkness, silence, it makes you upset. I think about you. It seems like all I can do Is thinking about you. Why can't my head stop spinning? Why can't my heart stop pounding? Why can't my lungs stop burning? I know the answer, I'm afraid. Because whenever I think of you, It hurts so much, it feels so good. I think about you. I think I may do Feel something I can't further pursue. I'm afraid we're doomed To end before we even began to be. I am a curse, not a blessing. I wish you could be mine. I see forever in your eyes. I get lost in your smile. But it will end like it always does. We'll burn, and there'll be nothing left. Oh, Darling, I am sorry. I think about you. But I know it's too late. I have to let you go. Every breath I take Fuels the fire in my soul And I am nothing, again. But you are my everything. Because, oh, Darling, All I think about is you.