His eyes were green,
his were blue.
He was tall, upholding many inches,
more than a few.
They bonded quickly, grew closer.
Neither thought it'd be over.
Laughs were shared, and giggles were tossed,
tickles roaming the couch,
smiles never leaving the mouth.
They were open, happy as ever,
until Management wouldn't let them be together.
They grew apart, fingertips barely brushing,
making them feel as if they were nothing.
They barely share a glace,
because they never get the chance.
They can only stare with a dull glow,
while the other sings their solo.
One lies, one suffers.
Both sharing the same fear.
Maybe, all of us here,
can come together one day,
and realize that gay is okay.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
It pierces through me,
like a cold, hard needle.
I didn't want to hear it,
but it's screeching.
Agonizingly slow,
but swiftly torturing me.
I didn't want to hear it,
but it was the only voice
speaking to me directly.
I didn't want to hear it,
I didn't want to believe it.
It couldn't be, shouldn't be,
but it is valid.
And it hurts.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
broken wood,
broken tile,
caved roof.
broken heart,
broken trust,
shattered truth.
i build myself,
but my tools are lost,
along with my mind.
i try, try, and try.
but why?
i build myself,
but only to be and feel
utterly broken.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
My mind.
He wanders,
like a jaguar on a starry night.
My mind.
He suggests he knows everything,
yet is always curious.
My mind.
He tells me to follow him,
and not listen to my heart.
For it is arrogant, naive.
My mind.
He claims he looks out for me,
but is he?
Or is he just as confused as I am?
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
We all walk around,
pretending we're
fine,
happy,
comfortable.
Isn't it funny how we all feel the same,
yet assume we're all so different?
We all walk around,
judging each other
about how different we are,
how individual we are,
when truly, we are one.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC