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 Apr 2018 aslan
Ash
last night
 Apr 2018 aslan
Ash
last night
last night was the night
the night that i realized
i realized that you didn't feel for me
i really never meant to fall for you
it just happened
i didn't even realize it until you said
"this means nothing to me"
i wanted to cry
but instead i hid it
i laughed like it was nothing
but to me it was everything
you could see through my laughter
i could tell
i could tell by the way you looked at me
the way you looked into my eyes and said you feel like an *******
but really its my fault
its my fault for even thinking for one second that we could be together
but even though you said it meant nothing you continued to make me think that it was something
you continued to kiss me
you continued to tell me in beautiful
and fell for you the more you played me
this poem is about something that went one with me recently. I think im starting to like someone I shouldn't like and it *****.
 Apr 2018 aslan
Sean Achilleos
There once was a man who shouted … I am healed
His friends replied
That’s great but we didn’t realise that you were ill
The man answered
I have been healed from being gay
His friends responded
But to be happy is a good thing
The man said
No you don’t understand
Not gay as in being happy
But gay as in loving another man
His friends replied
Since when is Love an illness
Written by: Sean Achilleos
13 March 2018©
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 Apr 2018 aslan
K
I can't stop thinking of your arms
How they wrapped around me that night
Braille of a story spelled out across them
I run my fingers across the raised surface of scarred skin
There's so many
It's nostalgic
I felt your breathing deepen

Sleep
This world has been cruel to you
Sleep
With arms safe in my palms

It's sort of tragically beautiful
Two souls threatening to break at any moment
Lean on one another
We know what it's like to be broken

Sleep
I'll be your pillow
Sleep
I'll be your razor

Cut into me
And take what you need
 Apr 2018 aslan
Jaden
To all the girls
And all the boys
And all those in between

Who bleed the colors
Of all the lights
That no one’s ever seen.
For all my friends with a secret identity
© KMH 2018
 Apr 2018 aslan
Oliver Henderson
i feel like i cant breathe
most of the time

maybe its the tight binder
on my ribs
maybe its the suffocating thoughts
that tell me im not good enough
maybe its all the stares
that i know are questioning my gender

i wish i could tell you it gets easier
every time someone calls me a girl
when im wearing all mens clothes, a binder, and short hair
but it doesnt
it gets worse

so much worse

no matter the effort i put in
how hard i try
to present as masculine as possible
at the point where i cant even
see anything feminine about myself anymore

im always seen as the thing
that will always break me down

sometimes i think
it would be easier to take it all back
say im a girl and dress like one
at least then
ill be seen as how im trying to

ill hide behind a mask
say im something that im not

because arent i doing that already?
saying im okay and that it doesnt matter
when someone calls me a girl?
putting on  fake smile
and act like it doesnt feel
like someone took my spirit
and covered it
with the wrong color paint

i feel like i shouldnt be myself
most of the time
 Apr 2018 aslan
Drew Vincent
I am falling in love with you, C.J.
Here are 23 reasons why:


You are the smartest person I have ever met.

Everything you do is impressive I am always amazed by how much you've been able to accomplish.

You have come so far in your life. I hope that one day I will be as strong as you.

When you laugh, it sounds like a bubble popping at the surface, and fills me with joy.

I love it when you get so shy and excited when I call you cute.

I absolutely love the way you call me baby.

I enjoy being snuggled up with you on the couch,

just as much as I enjoy going out with you.

I love that we have our own diner and are always on the lookout for even more.

I enjoy our traditional date nights of take out, snuggling, and watching an animated movie.

I love when you dance at me. Your dance moves are the sweetest moves I have ever seen.

Your smile is the sun that brightens my day.

I love the way you twirl slightly before and after we kiss.

I love the way you touch me, careful and steady. One touch from you and I melt on the spot.

I love the way you always check to make sure I am ok.

You are superwoman! I see you using your x-ray vision to see through whether or not I'm doing alright before I even feel it.

I adore the fact you make me so many playlists.

Everytime you say "phone" your Minnesotan accent comes out, and it's the cutest thing I have ever heard.

You are always so kind to people even without knowing them that well.

I love the way you make me feel important in your life.

You are so supportive in everything I do or am interested in.

I love it when you trace your thumbs across my hand.

I love that you prefer things to be in odd increments, for example, 23 minutes past the hour.


You are the sun in my life. I am so lucky to be entangled in your orbit.
So many feelings ah
 Apr 2018 aslan
Drew Vincent
Would I still see a girl who is tired of constantly being misgendered?
Would I see a girl trying too hard at looking good?
Would I see a girl not trying hard enough?
Would I see a poor excuse of a partner?
A girl who cannot possibly love someone else because she cannot find love in herself?
Would I see a girl whose self hatred seeps through her body with every aching breath?

Or

Would I see a person whose gender identity is respected and valid?
Would I see a person who always looks good without any effort?
Would I see the best partner I could be?
Would I make you happier than you've ever been?
Even if I cannot love myself, would I still be able to shower you with all the love in the world?
Would I see a person whose confidence can light up a room?

I crave the thought of switching places for a day.
Not just because I no longer wish to be myself, but because I need to know if I am good for you.
 Apr 2018 aslan
V
; Shared Love
 Apr 2018 aslan
V
their love isn't their own
it isn't a shared moment
like the rest who follow the
straight narrative.

they steal their kisses behind
doors, buildings, alleys,
places people wouldn't pay them any mind.
they flinch in fear.
Afraid to be seen, afraid to show
who they love.

their love is already decided.
They're birthed to follow
the straight narrative.
Having to be with someone,
their heart doesn't desire.
To be what others want.
To be safe.

Their love is too ethereal
for the people who hate them
to ever understand.

Their love is too different
for others to synthesize.
Their love is pure, wild, and spirited.
For they don't follow the bounds
or the narratives
Society has implemented.

As wild and pure and spirited as
their love is. They still
have to hide.
Afraid of isolation
and persecution.
Afraid of loving who
their heart aches for.
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