I wish I could be like
the cool kids.
Sitting in a car
watching the night go by
iPhones blowing up with
snapchats,
facebook messages,
likes,
texts,
random flirts from people.
Getting into places
normal people don't.
Skinny
getting things I want.

I wish I could be
one of the cool kids.
Sitting on the beach
smoking a joint
around a plume of smoking
and fire.
Wasting our lives
peaking in highschool.
I wish I could be
cool.

I wish I could be
one of the cool kids.
***
Drugs
Money
Friends
Lives dwindling
memories
fond
loving life.
Dying fast.

I want to be
cool

To lose something loved
Teaches one how much it's loved.
Why must that be so?

Why is it that
people have to be better
for a thing between
their ears
their legs, or
on their chest?
Pink for one, but
Blue for the other.

Why does Blue have to be
stone cold
harsh like broken concrete
tall
broad
strong
smart
apathetic
manly
headstrong
t­hink between their legs
and not their ears
no make up
hate fashion
sporty
not thin
not fat?

But Pink has to be
emotional
soft like silk
shorter
petite
weak
stupid
can cry
girly
thoughtful
think between your ears
don't go near between your legs
lots of make up but look like none is on
all about fashion
hate sports
not muscular
not fat.

Why can't there be a purple?
A middle ground of color.
Where everyone can be
who they want
and not care.

I don't like it
not because I haven't
"had a good time yet"
or
"I am confused"

I'm gay.
I don't like it,
*** is so
awkward
different
crazy
boring
all over
exasperating
weird.

I just don't see why people like it.
Am I weird?

I'm missing winter
just so I get a reason
just to be closer

Without
I am just here.
Somewhere between living and
death.
Sitting next to
is all I need
to feel that
coursing crimson in me
the ballooning of my lungs
body heat.
The thought
of gone.
Makes the crimson gets iced
the balloons deflate.
All I see is
a funeral.
Holding hands
soar throat
wet
cold
scared.
Everything escapes.

Suddenly

the ballooning is back
crimson coursing
tears rushing
body heat on my hand.
Words "I'll never leave"
come in my head.

"That isn't true"
Someday
the're will be
emptiness
and a coffin.

Why is it so cool to hate on a group
for their fashion sense?
Or that they like to be off the mainstream?
You are doing the same thing that
people were doing to the
grunge
goths
punks
hippies
beatniks
flappers

and they all did something with their counterculture.
Ever think that
ours is the hipsters?
Not really,
they've been around since The *** Pistols
actually
they started them.
They made it cool to go to a thrift store
and buy things out of comfort
then rip it up
change it so it looked brand new.

Punk
that made Hipsters.

But now they are just some fad
that people hate on.
Just because they like to talk about
indie bands
knowing them first
wearing band tee's of bands they listen too
wearing vintage and retro clothing
likes reading
being in a cafe
organic food
vegan.

Stereotyping a group is all people did.
Now I can't wear things or do things
because some ******* is going
to say
"Ha you're such a ******* hipster!"

Why don't we stop hating people on what they wear
because how do you expect to get past
racism
homophobia
sexism
ableism
fatphobia
transphobia
preju­dice
if we can't even get past how people dress?

We are groups of people
made to hate
because of who we love
not what we stand for.
Did no one listen to
your parents?
You treat others how you want to be treated
not
throwing beer bottles
and whining when it misses their head
not
coming at them with a knife
because a man is holding a man's hand.
We are taught as kids
being gay isn't okay.
You could be a murderer
but you can't love another man.
Why?
Why
can't I love who I love.
People would rather
have a man dying alone
in the hospital
because his boyfriend of 35 years
isn't his husband
than letting love flourish.
People would rather **** us off
than understand.
People would have broken homes
where kids come home to beatings
their head shoved in an oven
*****
molested
beaten to a pulp
cigars burned out on their arms
and hit with beer bottles to
the point of being broken
than to let a happily loving couple of two men
to have that child.
They would rather see
a red sea of bodies
than to allow us
to live.
People would rather say
"******"
"fruitcake"
"***"
"fairy"
and watch their child slit his wrist
for every time he looks at a man
and feels a twinge of love
than to let him be happy.
They would rather torcher and torment children to the point
of mental breakdowns
rushing blood
soar throats
living alone
on the streets
no love
pretending.
Than to let them be them.
People love purple
that it means freedom
but I like the rainbow.
Rainbows have a million colours
and not one colour is quite the same hue.
No one hates rainbows
or the gorgeous colours it has.
Not many notice the differences
of them so,
why can't everyone
treat other people
like we're rainbows?