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 Oct 2014
R
Dear John,
You have kept her alive,
The love of my life.
I could never show what
Gratitude I have
Other than giving you thanks
On this day.
She is my love,
My darling sweet girl.
And you did my job
Before I even came around.
Thank you for keeping her here,
Because if she was not,
Where would I be?
Who would I be?

Thank you and happy birthday, John.
It's your birthdayyyy Johnny boy! Thank you for keeping my sweet girl here, she is such a blessing <3
 Oct 2014
Kevin
the first time I saw her,
everything in my head fell silent.
her eyes were reflections of galaxies
so many have gotten lost in before me.
her lips formed a smile like a flickering candle,
but a smile nonetheless.
her hair was let loose like a restless ocean.
she was breathtaking.
and it was when i felt my heart skip a beat
that i knew *i had to have her.
 Oct 2014
Tashatha
I don't understand
Why we claim we're human
When we tear each other down
Hurt each others feelings
Because we're too small minded
To accept that we are different
Instead we become hateful
Acting stupid and illiterate
**** the minorities' spirits
Make them feel insignificant

We teach every generation
That being gay is a sin
Then turn around and say
We're all God's children
There are so many thoughts in my mind
I don't even know where to begin
So I'll begin with this thing
That they call sin

God makes us exactly
How we are
The differences we have
Are to set us apart
So we shine brighter than the stars

So I don't know why man
Would turn around
And say on judgement day
All gay men will repent and pray
Cause they won't be allowed
Into heaven
Simply because they loved men and not women

Say the "homos"
Are lost and will never be found
The hate towards gay men
Is a sound too loud
The other day
An innocent man who was gay
Was killed by a homophobic crowd
When I heard of this news
My heart dropped and frowned
I don't understand
How man can be so proud
So send an innocent soul
Six feet into the ground

So tell me
You so called Christians
With your egos so large
Who do you think you are?
God said we should not judge
You walk around like you're perfect
But I see a smudge
From the lack of innocence
You carry on your sleeve
With your head in the clouds
Saying God created
Adam and Eve
Not Adam and Steve

Thinking you see all things
Through God
But really
You're blinded by hate
And all I can do is wait
For the day we stand in heaven
And await our fate
And hear God say
To all the men that are straight
"There is nothing wrong
With being gay
Because in my kingdom
That's how these men were made"
Society belittles gay people and I believe we should accept them
 Oct 2014
LittleFreeBird
Hands where
They are not welcome
Against flesh too young
And too willing to please
Pushing to break the last barrier
That separates
Innocence
From exploitation
Lips parting what should be closed
Taking what is not theirs
And can never be given back
A body demands
As the other yields
Bending to its will
And calling it "love"
 Sep 2014
M
I wonder why everyone can't just
flat-out, God-blessed, love each other-
freely, purely, and explosively-
why are some people allowed to hold hands on the street
and others must keep it in the privacy of their homes
some bodies must be hidden and others can be exposed
some kisses must be kept secret from those who love you the most
some heartbeats must happen outside of your own house
some moments cannot exist in the presence of others
and some lovers can only love a certain type of other lovers.
Why is it that I must be fearful in a group of people
that they can see my brainwaves and know what I am feeling
and that it would be dangerous if they knew?
Why must it be this way that I have to be in the vast minority
and that the chances of me finding someone to love is
minuscule and difficult; everyone is at a different stage regarding
my certain type of love, and it carries a baggage straight people don't have
it carries a complication, a heartbreaking rope of knots and pain and confusion
and 'do I even feel this way' because you have been taught that you shouldn't
and 'why isn't there straight pride' and 'just don't shove it down my throat'
these type of misunderstandings create this impossible disharmony
'stop queering the straights' 'oh so you're basically a lesbian'
no. I am not a lesbian- please stop classifying me and while you're at it,
please stop acting differently around me because you're scared I'm into you
chances are, I'm not. Please stop asking me why it's necessary for me to come out and say it,
its because every single other person, me included, is assumed to be straight,
and makes comments about dating boys and just boys and it's this eternal 'no ****'
and my own parents want me to bear children and it's part of me, okay?
It's me and it's my self expression and it isn't shoving it down your throat
I just want to know that I can still be completely me and still be completely loved,
that's all, that's why I have to say it out loud,
because it carries with it a kind of suffocation that builds and builds
because everything around you pushes you down and tears at your foundation
and when you finally say it, there's a pain that's gone that you know will never hurt again
but it will always sting, little daggers when your friends won't get quite
as close as they used to and your mom gives you different looks in public
or I am constantly misunderstood and misperceived and it's scary, it's
a scary world for us, it's a scary world for us, it's a scary world for us
and it will be that way until we speak loud enough that we are heard.
this started as a poem and ended as a rant.
I don't even want to define labels for myself because it makes people despise you even more, but I identify as a panromantic demisexual, which means that I fall in love with people regardless of gender but literally cannot experience ****** attraction until I have an emotional connection with someone. Please don't say 'me too' because that's probably not true. Most peoples' emotional connections just build on a previously existing or potential openness to ****** attraction. It's not like that for me. I don't understand and am repulsed by things like one night stands, celebrity crushes, and random 'hot' people on posters or in movies. The human body is aesthetically interesting but I absolutely don't want to touch it if I don't love you.

it ***** because all I'm  trying to do is figure out who I am exactly and people are like 'why are you even trying to have all these fancy labels this is so stupid you're either gay or straight chill'
like

please let me do what I want and find who I am

and be nice.

I only want to be open to loving anyone and I wish everyone else was too.
 Sep 2014
R
I want to stop surviving
So I can start
living.
You give me life. You are the rebirth of my soul and the death of my endless hell. I love you fully and unconditionally L<3
 Aug 2014
R
I simply cannot remember yesterday
Or the day before that
Or a week before that
Or even a month
Or year
Or years...
I simply cannot remember anything.

And I hate myself for it
Because I want to remember the way your kisses tasted
When I gave you your Beatles magazines on our
Six month anniversary.
Or how we went on a double date with our
Friends, Paul and Cameron, and how we
Snuck into an elementary school
And kissed under the trees
And how we shared a root beer float
And I spilled it all over my dress.
Or how we walked halfway to the dress shop hand
In hand until we crossed the road.
Or how you bought a beautiful dress
That I cannot wait to see you in one day.
And I want to remember how Paul made those
Cute little kitten noises... And how each one
Reminded me of you.

As I sit here listening to the CD you made me
I try to remember every detail of our love making that
Night and day. I want to remember your breath in my ear
And to remember the way I kissed your neck
And *******
And stomach.

Or the way we smile at each other
And the way I catch you looking at me
While I'm looking at something else intently
Trying to figure out its purpose in our universe.
I just want to remember the way you smiled at me
Today forty years from now when I tell our adopted children
About how we met many long years ago.
I want to remember the way you smell, which I know I always will,
Because I constantly try to keep your scent on me at all times.
And I just want to remember the words you have written and spoken
Because those words are gifts from God that I thank him every single day for, and I could not be more grateful for you and your words than
I am right now.

I am in love, and I love you so much my darling, And I know that
This is the one thing I simply can never forget.
I love you, L<3 I'm sorry I'm so forgetful... Don't ever mistake that for me not loving you my beautiful darling girl.
 Aug 2014
R
I am constantly in love with you.
Doubting our love would be like
convincing everyone that has ever lived
that the Earth is Flat, when you can
clearly see the sea meet the sky.
I constantly can hear you.
Your heartbeat is the music to my soul.
If I could record it, I would.
I need your beating heart to keep mine
in the same state as well.
I constantly think about you.
I think about everything around me.
My mind is always taking in new information
And throwing out what is unnecessary.
But, ever since you have come along...
I can't get my mind off of you.
From the way you speak,
The way you think about me,
The way you love music,
And the way your body curves,
And the small bumps and crevices
On your skin... I just can't stop thinking
About YOU.

And oh how I love you.
6 months is simply not enough, but
I sure have been blessed with the 6
Best months of my life.

Dear God, my daily prayer includes
The most beautiful young woman that you
Have blessed me to be with.
I would like to pray for more days... Wait...
Hopefully the rest of my years with her.
I simply cannot seem to think of any other way
To spend the rest of my days: Loving you and loving her.

It would seem the only way to live.
The best way to live.

I love you my sweet girl.
Happy six months, my darling.
I love you so much. L<3
 May 2014
Luna Lynn
I still blush when you kiss my forehead
and when you pinch my hip or nudge my back as you walk past
I still get butterflies when I make you laugh
How could I know love at such a young age?
How could I have known?
The moment my eyes found you
I knew
The moment I gave my all when I had nothing and we turned that empty void into something
and even though there was pain and anguish and heart ache I would do it
yes, I would do it all again
just the same
I wouldn't change a thing
Because there's no other place I'd rather be
than right here with you
Beneath your chin atop your chest listening to the sound of your heart
and feeling your fingers in my hair
listening to your dreams and stories of joy
Speaking about future endeavors that we wish to seek together
The wind carries a song you may not hear for I know that God is speaking and He is saying our blessings are already here!
My love, my sweet
Skin against skin
Kiss on your lips
Hold on for dear life as we live life and love life in love

Forbidden to others and I realized others will never understand and I realized it's not for anyone or anything or others to understand
Because it's you who holds my hand
Because it's you who brushes my cheek
Because it's you who chases the demons away
Because it's who wipes my tears
Because it's you who makes me smile and dream and be not afraid to seek

My love,
You make me feel such a way that I could fly without wings
If an angel could expel the feathers of her being without seeing then I could represent my heart in a thousand shards of emotional delicacy

For that is what you create within me
The most poetic thing I think I have ever written for the love of my life. Our anniversary is coming up so hey, why not?

(C) Maxwell 2014
 May 2014
A C Leuavacant
Frightened I am
By things that I see
Questions I ask
The things that will be

Alone I am
in this quest for who knows
The words I can't say
The life that I chose

Puzzled I am
By the answers I lack
If courage is nothing
is my life on track?

Saddened I am
By the dreams that I dream
The silence I bring
The internal scream
 May 2014
Jack Taylor
Notice the way I change when you enter the room.
Notice the way you make my lips curl into a smile when you speak to me.
Notice the way your face reflects so handsomely in my brown eyes.
Notice the way my body shudders beneath your touch.
Notice the way I taste on your lips, lust and desire.
Notice the way that I can’t live without you.

Notice the way I change when you leave.
Notice the way I have no smiles left, only frowns.
Notice the way you can’t see a thing through my glassy eyes.
Notice the way that my hip bones poke through my tee shirt.
Notice the way my lips chap and bleed when you kiss me.
Notice the way that I’m dying without you.
 May 2014
michael capozzi
in my coat pockets you will find:
a bunch of crumpled up receipts scribbled
with love letters i thought of reciting to you;
a pack of cigarettes that i feel is more
for the artistic sense than the addictive;
a mini-lighter on which i wrote the name
of my favorite rapper; and
a beanie she bought me only a year ago.
i’ve taken you on seventeen dates already in my mind
and i think i can imagine the sound
of your voice when you say
“i love you” and the shape the creases on the
edges of your lips make when you smile
back because i said “i love you too.”
but this is only my imagination and sometimes
that ****** thing just runs wild.
****. i should probably stop smoking
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