once,
there was a prince.
a prince with fairy blue hair.
he loved fairies with all his heart,
he believed they existed too.
he met a fairy,
a pretty one,
with pink hair and
pretty brown eyes.
their cheeks were rosy.
the prince thought, i think i found my love.
it wasn’t until,
he realized,
that the fairy he loved,
was a boy too.
it didn’t matter to him.
but when mother
and father found out.
they kicked the prince out.
the prince frowned,
sitting on the grass,
all alone in the cold night.
he had nowhere to go.
his family had disowned him,
for loving a a fairy.
he was confused.
why did mother and father
kick me out,
for loving a fairy boy?
was I not supposed to?
the prince wiped his eyes in frustration,
his vision was glossy.
he was sad and very cold.
he laid on the grass,
on his side,
in the woods.
with only a little bag of his belongings.
with no money or food.
“prince?” the prince looked up with teary eyes
and saw,
fairy boy.
he cried out and held him.
fairy boy was confused now.
why was the one he loved crying?
“prince? what is wrong
my love?” fairy boy said.
“i’ve got no home to go to.”
prince said.
“that’s wrong my prince.”
fairy boy said.
“for as i, have our,
home waiting for you.”
“take me home fairy.”
prince held his hand.
“anything for you,
joey.”
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
You are beautiful.
You're a man?
Doesn't matter.
You are beautiful.
Life is beautiful.
So you are too.
You wear a dress?
Doesn't matter
I do too.
You're lonely?
Me too.
You like tea?
Life ***** man.
So get the hell up and live.
Ignore the protests.
Ignore the hate.
Lets hold hands and think.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 2:32 AM UTC
She doesn't know
But I think I love her
And I think that I want her
To be mine
She doesn't know
But talking to her
Makes me smile like
I've just won the lottery
She doesn't know
But even writing this
I get a pang in my stomach
From a storm of butterflies
She doesn't know
But no one compares to her
She doesn't know
But everyone else does
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 2:32 AM UTC
2am
You call me
We talk for awhile
We laugh and love and smile
3am
We Skype
I see your beautiful face
The person that I adore
4am
We both fall asleep
Like we always do
With sleepy smiles looking at each other
It's amazing how love can travel such distances
5am
I'm half awake
Your cute little snores
And talking to yourself
Woke me from my dreams of you
6am
I'm still barely awake
But in my slumbering state of mind
I love you
I can only think I love you
I could never think anything else
Other than I wish you knew
And I wish you loved me too..
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 2:30 AM UTC
My mother warned me about the monsters underneath my bed
And the ones hiding in my closest
She told me about the monsters in the world too
The ones that would take advantage of me
And possibly **** me
She never warned me about the monsters
With a perfect waterfall of hair
And shimmering magenta lips
She never warned me about the monsters with a perfect smile
And eyes that shine as brilliantly as the moon
Or the monsters with freckles that drape like constellations on their cheek bones
And the monsters that look at you with a piercing gaze it hurts to breathe
She forgot to warn me about monsters with soft skin
and devious minds
The monsters who walk so elegantly and taunt me with the swaying of their hips
The monsters that creep under my skin and speak gentle words into my ear
Mommy why didn't you warn me about the monsters that don't look like monsters at all?
The monsters that lure me in with their beauty and eat me alive
Until they've managed to rip open my sternum and take my heart
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC
That girls more like a drug
Not the good kind that cures disease
But the kind that is a disease
That causes the disease
That girl is addictive
And I'm attached
Send me to rehab
Cause I can't stay away
From her nor the blade.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 2:27 AM UTC
In the yellow light we shared....
....a love dance.
.something we could both achieve
With eyes wide open.
A first for me....
....a heartache for two.
We both collapsed
Achieving everything.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 2:27 AM UTC
You are not defined by the frail spine that stretches when you reach up to embrace me.
You are not defined by the plump lips that form my name in times of desperation.
You are not defined by the eyes that look at me and make me feel like the heat of a forest fire is on my chest.
You are defined by the loves you’ve lost.
You are defined by the words you’ve screamed at your mother out of pure fury.
You are defined by the quick beating of your heart when you look at another girl, my love.
Most of all, you are defined by the dark past that you are so reluctant to share with me.
Let me in.
(p.h) (j.w.)
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC
Your kisses used to taste like love,
But now kisses taste a lot like leaving.
When the past calls,
I will not answer.
I cannot let myself be toiled with delusions of grandeur,
Sighing at a wilted garden once called Eden.
This garden, being the same one we built together,
Belonging to us both,
Has long been abandoned.
I will let the wilting red roses die,
Just like the memory of the way your kisses taste,
Just like the way you let our love die.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC
Society scoffs when a man
holds hands with a man. Shakes
their head at a woman kissing
another woman. For-fidelity to them
is between the opposite. When
it's between love and love
Rainbows are for the outcasts
of society. Yet for innocent
children Where same genders
holds hands with out a problem
These colors represent a place
where a pot of gold exists
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC