Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Oct 2016 Sam
maxime
To you I wave goodbye,
not with a heavy heart.
I know you need to be on your own;
To find a brand new start.

Even though we had our laughs,
our smiles and our sorrows.
I will never have any intention
of saying "See you tomorrow!"

Do not think I hate you.
I would never wish you ill.
I am simply not right for you.
It's a role I can't fulfill.

So I wish you the best of luck.
I really truly do.
I really hope you find someone
who truly satisfies you.
 Oct 2016 Sam
Wardell Lee Freeman
I tend to get stares... Looks... The occasional "are you gay?" With a quizzical look of disgust.
Well, to answer your question, no, I am not gay.
In a society built around judgment and stilted above common sense,
Being gay would mean that I'd have to find women utterly disgusting, flick my wrists, speak with funny and awkward inflections, right?
Do you think I speak with funny and awkward inflections?
Good! Because I'm so not gay.
Being gay would mean that I love to shop, well I hate it!
My fashion sense does not exceed that of a box of colorful crayola crayons melting away in the blistering Las Vegas sun because you see, I don't live in San Francisco, or New York,
or anywhere "gay" people live.
I am not gay.
Being gay would mean that I am immoral but I can assure you, moralistically speaking, that morals are what keep me routinely from listening to Lady Gaga, who I've heard, despite her catholic upbringing, is a devout devil worshiper and I sure as hell don't worship Satan!
Oh no, I am not gay.
My father once told me, in his manliest tone that if I ever became sweet
or my tank profusely filled with sugar
that he'd disown me and rid me of his home.
However last time I checked,
I don't have a tank
and one lick of my tanned brown skin would reveal that I am in fact quite salty!
Salty, as defined by Urban Dictionary, means to be ******.
Bitter. Angry.
Well father, there aint nothing sweet about my wrath.
I'm infuriated.
I'm angry not because I'm not able to fulfill the holistic criterion society has built in order to be gay,
No, I am more upset that there is actually a set of rules dictating whether or not someone is gay.
Now listen to me when I tell you,
I am not gay
I am not gay because I have yet to inject myself of substances with an unsterile needle for all purposes of getting high.
No, I have yet to discover my last ****** partner was diagnosed with *** and that I may very well have the virus.
No, I have yet to interiorly decorate my bedroom with the warm crimson fluid that is my blood because some punk at school thought it was cute to label me a queer.
I have yet to be gay because being gay in today's society means I am reckless. I am promiscuous. I am a *******.
Well, guess what society,
I am not gay.
I am, in fact, a man, who is not your personal show dog for your fashion approval that you can tote around in some cute Gucci bag.
I am a man, who can still appreciate the beautiful magnificence that is a curve when he sees one no matter the person's gender.
I am a man who, despite what you may be expecting,
is a man who, no matter how hard you try to box me in a confined image,
is a man who, will fight to freely be in love with who he wants to be in love with,
who is a man who is not gay
but a man who loves men.
I am not gay.
..
Totally gay.
 Oct 2016 Sam
stas
Whirlpool
 Oct 2016 Sam
stas
There is a whirlpool where my heart should be.

It swallows the sound of your voice, the touch of your hand, all the beauty in the ways you love me, without apology.

In the darkness, if your body was lying still next to my own, I would turn you into a sunset, finger paint the shallow hues of blue, the nostalgic purples and pinks all swirled together against the grain of your skin.
I would show you all the ways your love turns the melanin of my skin into shades of red, like I am a rose in the garden of everything you love, everything that loves you.

And I will untie the knots of your soul like they are shoe laces:
Pulling
And pulling
And pulling at the strings of everything you are until you've unraveled, all your broken pieces blended with my broken pieces, we could create a mosasic, we could be a work of art.
And isn't that ironic, how things that are so broken, can be so beautiful?

There is a whirlpool where my heart should be, it swallows all your love for me, and all its beauty, without apology.
 Oct 2016 Sam
Juverine Wan
Rest
 Oct 2016 Sam
Juverine Wan
I'm tired,
I'm stressed,
I feel like I'm going to suffocate,
But they don't let me rest.

I'm tired,
I'm sad,
I'm sleepy and still,
Don't get me wrong,
It's not that I'm depressed.

I'm tired,
I'm lonely,
I just want some time,
Some time for a warm shower,
A time which is mine.

I'm tired,
I'm down,
I feel really stressed,
All I need is some rest,
But thanks all the same.
No specific meaning :D
 Oct 2016 Sam
Dallas Hogue
Happiness
 Oct 2016 Sam
Dallas Hogue
Happiness is Christmas decorations in April. Good memories  trapped in time that we never wish to release

Happiness is release
 Oct 2016 Sam
Em
Anxiety Anxiety
 Oct 2016 Sam
Em
Anxiety
is a breath never released
suffocation of the lungs
and the whole of your mind
Anxiety
is a clock
that never stops ticking
with the constant click, from past to present
Time never ends
and oh darling
nor does anxiety.
 Oct 2016 Sam
xmxrgxncy
eyelashes
 Oct 2016 Sam
xmxrgxncy
always is there one stuck in my eye
distorting my vision
causing pain
requiring the time for removal
but by the time i've eradicated it
-it sometimes takes ages-
there's another to take its place
why is there an endless supply?
 Oct 2016 Sam
xmxrgxncy
not gonna ask you to stay
not gonna wait for an explanation
don't know if i should leave or love or cry
won't sit and play little games
won't hurt and take all the blame
don't know, so i'll keep screaming at the sky
if love was a myth then it's all just pretend
so i'm shooting at the stars
cause it's not gonna end
just the chorus to a song i'm writing
Next page