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  Nov 2015 S
Kimberly Seely
I'm bisexual
Or "bi"

This doesn't mean
"Wants *******"

It means
"Sexually attracted to my gender and my opposing gender"

I love boys and girls

This doesn't mean
"She can't make up her mind"

It means
"I was born bisexual"

I just came out

This doesn't mean
"Attention seeker" or "just a phase"

It means
"I'm just now feeling comfortable enough to tell you"

I'm bisexual and really proud of it.

It means that
"I don't care about the haters and I'm happy with who I am."
This is my coming out poem. If you don't like it don't read it.
  Nov 2015 S
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Try
I don't really know why I try anymore.

The long phone calls,
the smiles and laughter,
you telling me how much you love
talking to me.

It burrows deep in my stomach-
the warmth, I mean,
and it begs to be expressed
with a hug
or a kiss
perhaps.

But you're older than I am,
and your laughter makes me feel
important, almost.
You tell me to live each day as if
it were my last
yet you can't see
that it took all my courage to ask you
to that stupid movie thing
at school.

And your voice
makes me smile.

But you want to know something?
I'm tired.
I'm tired of basing my emotions
on how other people think of me
even though somehow
I can't stop it.

So instead,
I'll take your smile,
your laughter,
the other girls whispering to me
"I know he likes you"
and your careful denial,
wrap it all up in shiny paper,
and place it under the Christmas tree
of trying to be
someone you'll want to remember.
  Nov 2015 S
R
lines no matter how bold
no matter how thick or thin
can always be bent or crossed
with just the right amount of pressure
or negotiation and talk
sometimes flirtation

maybe you've known each other
for weeks, months maybe even years
and you follow the lines
trying real hard to stay on your side of it
because it's what you consider
comfortable, acceptable and familiar

but sometimes you lose focus
and your vision isn't sharp
you know it's not the right thing to do
but you crossed the line
just to experience what it feels like
to be on the other side of it

this is where the complications start
you don't know how to be back
to your own side of the line
because now you know how it feels like
to be on the other side with the other person
and you won't admit this but you liked it there

now your mind is racing with possibilities
of what if's and what could have been's
but you know it's wrong and it's weird
so you went back to your own side
but the lines are all blurry now
and your mind's all messed up

it feels like you did the right thing to do
by going back to your side
but you feel this emptiness in your chest
because even though you are back
you left your heart on the other side
and the emptiness is killing you.
S Nov 2015
I have a crush on a girl
One who is as sweet as the sugar in that ****** kids breakfast cereal
One who is as beautiful as the sunrise over the ocean
Who can sing like the birds in the trees
And yet
Those moments, from time to time
When she looks sad
Like the flowers as the sun sets behind the trees

I have a crush on a girl
Who is sad and I don't know why
And yet
She always covers it up with a smile

Her smile
The very one that makes my heart flutter
And my palms sweat

That beautiful girl
Who refuses to believe she is
Beautiful
Perfect
And sings like the birds in the trees
  Nov 2015 S
Wednesday
He said:
"let's pretend you don't come in waves of blue hair and mystery."  

Lets take these shots so you can be a bad girl for me.
And I stood there toeing a half empty beer can
with my beat up boots thinking
"what the **** dude?"

He said I want to get to know you,
I want to see if what they say is true.
I look up through the smoke and the lights and the crowd
and tell you "It is".

And this excites him. "Oh yeah baby I know what you are".

"What am I? I thought was nothing but a blue haired mystery, an enigma, a presence to be desired...",
and he leans in to me, his gin soaked breath in my ear:

"You love, are a ******* temptress."

So now I have been reduced to all damsel all lust all distress.
Those stupid princes never stop to wonder
if the pretty face in the tower even wants to be rescued.

Cause babe, I never asked to be saved.

Cause maybe I have built these walls to keep men like you out.
Or maybe I just wanted to have the chance to
invite you in on my own terms.

Maybe I just wanted to be able to escort you out.
This has never been my prison, this is my tower.
My legacy.
  Nov 2015 S
Maha Salman
I love autumn.
Why?
*Because it shows that dying can be beautiful.
I'm not the type of girl who chooses spring for flowers
  Nov 2015 S
Mel Little
You made a poet fall in love with you
And expected her not to write sonnets about your eyes
Haikus about the way you kissed her in the moonlight
Expected the fire in her heart not to inspire couplets
You made a poet fall in love with you, and when you left
Expected her not to write pages about the ache in her chest
Write a soliloquy dedicated to her tears
Expected her not to feel every gut wrenching moment of the pen hitting paper like your words hit her in the most vulnerable places of her mind.
You made a poet fall in love with you, and you expected her to be silent.
That is no fault of hers.
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