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Luis Valencia Jul 2018
I feel like my heart is longing for affection
The heart cries and hopes that one day
It will see the light of love and feel it’s warmth

Its cold all alone
I grip my sheets at night hoping that
A warm body will be there
I nuzzle my head into my pillow wishing that it was a warm chest that I could lay on

In my head I see you
Holding me with your arms around my waist
Breathing softly against my neck
That vision makes my body feel warm
It gives me chills
It gives me hope

One day I hope to find someone like the man inside my head
I hope that he loves me and never leaves me
I want someone like him so badly.
Imagination
Luis Valencia Jul 2018
It was once
In the stillness of night
I saw the eyes of an angel

He watched over me and carried me away
He guided me to mornings
He took my fears away

It was once
I loved a man
A man who was bold

He loved me
He kissed me
He made me feel secure

It was once
I suspected a lie that I realized
It would grow over time

My stomach had begun to churn
Life smacked me from the balconies
Onto the concrete below

It was only once
Those are the words that shot from his lips
The second that he was accused

His face was full of anger
A fist flew too quickly for me to react
A hard hand across a soft cheek

It was once
Then twice
Then three times

It was once
In my home I felt safe
Now im a hostage

Because I forgave him
Because I loved him
Because I needed him I stayed

It was only once
but I let it go on
I never asked him to stop

Now my face has a new bruise
Every night
And he gets what he wants every night

Once I was happy
Now life is hell
the memories of my mother
Luis Valencia Jun 2018
To,
To the man who stole my innocence
Kiss my ***

To the men who think its okay for them to ask me to expose myself for their pleasure
Kiss my ***

To the conservative women out there who think *** is unpleasurable
Leave your husbands

To the men who can’t please their wives take ******

To the old ladies who feed the stray cats of my hometown
Live like you’re young agaun

To the children who still dream never lose your minds

To those who are reading this keep pushing you are worth it.
....yeah kind of not sure what this is...
Luis Valencia Jun 2018
Taste the lies
On the lips
Of your lover

Tell me it isn’t delicious
The saltiness of lust
And the sweetness of pain

Tell me how you betrayed me
The way your lips move taunt me
They make me shake

I love hearing you say things
The vibrations of your voice
Take the thoughts of longing away

Kiss my hips
Kiss my chest
My lips

Tell me you love me
Even if its just lust
I want your lies

They fuel the fire
Of passion
In me

Even if its all
Just a fantasy
He kissed me once
Luis Valencia Jun 2018
Bullets rain down
And they fall
On the backs of children

Children who had more
Children who could have had more
Children who would have made changes

The public is outraged
The children protest
The adults panic

Adults are ignorant
The believe in a number
They believe that the number 2 gives them rights

They aren’t aware that none of us have rights
We live in a cesspoll of lies and false justice
All because we never took action
We want change
Luis Valencia Jun 2018
Man was created
Humanity was lost
We were given false promises of a new world
We fell in love with the idea
We started to give pieces of ourselves away to meet the criteria to enter
a place that only accepts the clean
But those who are “clean“ speak filth
There are those who shame us for who we are
There are things that they say that hurt

When you listen to them spread lies you hear hate Steam out of their pale lips
You Feel it wash over you and then you feel *****

They say we are condemned to a final punishment
Yeah we rise above the ashes but it still hurts

They don’t understand the concept of love
They think of it as a thing between a man and a woman
They don’t understand that it’s much more
Love is being able to connect with someone
Love is being free without hurt or pain

Everlasting life is a nice concept but why is it not obtainable for a whole community who has no choice in their sexuality

I might Offend some of you with my words
I might get nasty comments for this
But
I believe in love not a concept of something that hates us
Not a book that was written by man dictating whats right and whats wrong
I believe in love

And if there is a higher being
Looking and listening
I know that they would believe in love too
I can feel them sometimes
In my heart and in my soul and they are  not condeming me down to hell
They are Holding me and my love in their arms
They are lifting us up to the sky
Calling us their children because we are infact theirs
They made us this way and they made us with love
Love was made by the higher being hate was spread by humanity a poem about love and the Lgbtq+ community - Luis Valencia
Luis Valencia Jun 2018
I feel empty
Like I have no purpose.

I feel like an ancient god or maybe even an elemental who sees that the earth is functioning well without him
Who notices that the skies are no longer starving the earth of their sweet moisture.

I feel like a boy trapped inside a brick house
He looks out of his sheltered home
and longs for the feeling of the cool breeze on his face.

I feel like a rotting tree
Nothing good on the inside while the outside looks almost normal, maybe even stoic and well kept from a distance.

Please
someone
anyone
give me purpose.
Tears and Tiger lilies
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