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361 · Oct 2015
my hands, your hands
M Oct 2015
This world is not unchangeable
in fact, my veins and yours
pulse through, pound out the drum
rhythm of marches- changing patterns
walking over streets, marking
new paths. This world is not
unchangeable. I can, at any moment,
bring the kingdom of God. I can,
at any moment, turn dark into light
you can, your skin is the ground
your eyes are the oceans, your
fingernails carve canyons
my heart erupts free-flowing
****** rivers of magma- your heart
pours water through arteries of
rushing, gouging rivers. This world
is not unchangeable. Sadness is not
fixated, we do not move within an
immoving world of darkness
we are the world, we spin it on our
joking fingers, we sweat the rain
onto fields of good fruit. This
world is not unchangeable. We are
a changing people, and we are the world
so we can change the world. I promise.
We forget our own power the instant
we forget that we belong here- that
we are members of this race, that
we are not observers but participants.
We forget that we are not alone.
But if we, at last, remember that
our place is here, at home, that we have value,
we regain our ability to mark and enscribe
a new history, our own history.
This world is not unchangeable. Don't give up.
361 · Dec 2015
Passive Voice
M Dec 2015
I thought I was an answer but
I was not ready to be heard
and the question was not ready to be asked.
361 · Oct 2015
lyrics
M Oct 2015
Ever since you came around
everybody wants to drag us down.
Is it because we look too happy?
I remember when you looked at me
and you told me it was all mine
I remember that like yesterday
it was a summer night on the West Side
it was last summer, we had the best time.
We crossed paths like an intersection,
and now we're both headed in one direction.
from the drag me down remix. I thought it was funny to write them like this, especially if you read it in a dramatic voice. not mine
360 · May 2015
bridges
M May 2015
“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”
from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
360 · May 2015
(I love you)
M May 2015
when I, or you, wake up and go downstairs
to see our parents in the morning and they say
I love you, how do you do, and you say
I love you, slept well, how about you?
and they say, good, me too, and you go to school.

You go to school where they tie and fasten your noose
and pull you under gray skies until you swear
you'll lose your mind, you go to school where you lie
and wait- covert eyes, surreptitiously despise that you have to
whisper to me, between closed walls and closed doors, I love you.

In this world of rules and halfway angry, halfway desperate
people, we build palaces so as not to see the little black box
underneath it all, this indestructible fortress, where no one can hide
or conceal, every time you open it, you get more and more undressed
naked, under the glaring light. (But hold me tight.) I love you.

when, in storms and cliffs, half past raging and half through sadness
what can we do to end this madness, when even in
the depths of our beings, even in the darkest of magic
we can't find the strength to say it, I can't open my mouth
because I've said it too much or too little, maybe, but I love you.

When the spires and pillars and holy desires clash, and this
Church cannot stand on sand, what is the one thing they've forgotten
they say that marriage is less, and more, too, but they don't
even know what they mean, after eternity's lost all hope of despair, what
is the one phrase that their God cannot bear? I love you.

In alleyways of the heart, in broken and forgotten verse- in drunkenness
and dying, what slips in through the cracks that the light gets in? What
scandal is too vulnerable to be wounded? Why do they call it sin? the blood
that flows under the current, between the leaves of book pages and underneath
pulses beats from long ages, (please have the nerve to say it), I love you.

If, at the end of time, when there are no more rhymes
when the forests are burnt to ashes and all life left has died
when breath no longer rattles through the bones of the dirt
and the darkness has quenched all of our God-lit thirst
what have we left on this Earth? I love you.
it's been a long time since I've written anything like this.

written for Ash.
M Sep 2015
people you hurt and who hurt you will stay in your heart forever, you know
whatever you do, wait until you are certain that it's time to let it go.
360 · May 2015
when boys become men
M May 2015
the day I became a man was the day I stopped saying,
"I am meant for so much more"
because I realized that
"I am meant for exactly this."
360 · May 2014
Untitled
M May 2014
I'd like to be someone's drug
that induces a high
like no other
with no lows to follow
an electric shock, hallucinations
beautiful kalediscope
I would like to be a drug
almost more than I want to do them
359 · Feb 2016
turns for the better
M Feb 2016
the air's a little warmer
my heart's a little freer
and I don't miss you as much anymore.
359 · Jan 2016
lyrics
M Jan 2016
I am tired of this place
I hope people change.
by troye sivan, not mine
358 · Feb 2014
5w
M Feb 2014
5w
I love seeing you happy.
358 · Jan 2016
panic cord
M Jan 2016
maybe once we were the same
and maybe I'm the one to blame.
lyrics, not mine
358 · Feb 2016
Untitled
M Feb 2016
down came the lightning on me
358 · Oct 2015
Home / One Direction
M Oct 2015
Make a little conversation,
so long I've been waiting
to let go of myself and feel alive.
So many nights I thought it over,
told myself I kind of liked her,
but there was something missing in her eyes.

I was stumbling, looking in the dark
with an empty heart.
But you say you feel the same,
could we ever be enough?
Baby, we could be enough.

And it's alright.
Calling out for somebody to hold tonight,
when you're lost, you'll find a way
I'll be your light.
You'll never feel like you're alone.
I'll make this feel like home.

So hot that I couldn't take it,
want to wake up and see your face
and remember how good it was being here last night.
Still high with a little feeling,
I see the smile as it starts to creep in.
It was there, I saw it in your eyes.

I was stumbling, looking in the dark
with an empty heart.
But you say you feel the same.
Could we ever be enough?
Baby, we could be enough.

And it's alright.
Calling out for somebody to hold tonight.
When you're lost, you'll find a way,
I'll be your light.
You'll never feel like you're alone,
I'll make this feel like home.
I'll make this feel like home.
Baby, we could be enough.
It's alright.
Calling out for somebody to hold tonight,
when you're lost, you'll find a way
I'll be your light.
You'll never feel like you're alone.
I'll make this feel like home.
lyrics. not mine.

Just for the record, this is not a "conspiracy" to think this is a queer love song because Harry literally said you can take the meanings to be different for different people and this song quite literally sounds exactly like it feels to realize you're not straight and fall in love with someone you're not "supposed" to be in love with. Songs can mean whatever you want them to. And this one was specifically written in a certain way- they didn't HAVE to switch from female pronouns to neutral pronouns, they didn't HAVE to say something was missing in her eyes that was later in your eyes, they didn't HAVE to talk about thinking it over at night and telling yourself you kind of like a girl. But they did. It's not reaching at all. You have to be very blatantly ignoring the lyrics and production of this song in a violently heteronormative way not to see it.
358 · Apr 2015
Untitled
M Apr 2015
tick, tock, the clock
whirrs, and burrs, and stops.
358 · Oct 2015
Joseph
M Oct 2015
A new name for a new person.
357 · Dec 2014
focus
M Dec 2014
focus*, and maybe this time
I won't have to look back on yesterday
with shame
357 · Feb 2015
Mary Ann
M Feb 2015
greater than me, and less-
the softest bodied, hearted woman
you're more than I know of you, I guess
and less of a child than you say-
I forget about you sometimes
but you're exactly why I am the way I am
the only one who could make me cry, that night
and the closest nugget of gold in my soul
when I see God, I know He'll hug me, he might-
in the same way you do, all warm, and short, and old.
356 · Oct 2014
under how many stars
M Oct 2014
how much flannel do I have to wear
and how much leg hair do I have to grow
until my friends match my spirit
and how many hoodies can I wear
and how many girls do I have to kiss
before everyone knows I'm gay
without having to tell them
and how many hiking trips and how many
fields of flowers would you be willing to walk
through with me? and in how many waterfalls
would you like to swim? and under how many stars
can we sleep before we fall in love?
356 · Apr 2014
My Jonathan
M Apr 2014
I want to write a million poems to someone
who will write them back to me
I want to scream my favorite song with someone
who will yell along with me and know every word
I want to give my favorite book to someone
who is willing to read it
I want to hold hands with someone
who loves to hold mine
I want to knit my soul to someone
who understands what that means
I want to give my life for someone
who would let me
I want to find my Jonathan in someone
who has been searching their whole life for their David.
356 · Mar 2015
She's Mine / Brett Dennen
M Mar 2015
midnight moved across the people's park
and I fled the fire like a spinning spark
up onto a porch in the dark
she was waiting right there for me
355 · Mar 2014
The Implications
M Mar 2014
you matter to me- and since you matter to me,
you hold power over my heart
that you can't abdicate unless I fire you.
Because it is I that bestows the crown and you
physically do not have the power to remove it-
and if you try, all it does is rip my heart out,
because you're trying to take it with you
and I want to keep it;
my rootstrings are yours to do with as you please
and maybe you don't want the burden but I'm sorry,
it's too late, I can't stop now,
this has been going on for too long;
you could tell me to abandon my family and I would,
for you,
and without agenda, and
declarations of love do not require returns,
for it is like gift-giving- mindless social
conventions, and my darling, you are not conventional.
You can't let someone else carry the yoke, you
have me at your will,
and just as much as I can't make you love me,
you can't make me stop loving you.
If you must, you can let me down easy-
but my heart is in your hands.
So please, please, please, darling,
be gentle.
So if anyone is in love with you, do not bear it lightly. Their whole existence depends on how you handle this.
354 · Mar 2014
an hour (#18)
M Mar 2014
Poets are not born,
poets are written on the hearts of those around them
and in their hot blood, the only thing they can hear
it's that time of night again,
it's not the ocean in your ears and
the christmas lights are one third burnt out and
we're all kind of lonely and not sure why;
so in an hour without any particular light gradient
or weather circumstance,
poets are written
and poems are born.
354 · Mar 2015
Sleep
M Mar 2015
to sleep, you must be whole, I think
to not sleep means pieces of you
are drifting far, in chances you didn't take
and in people you should have told things
and in hearts you left behind- you cannot
bring these pieces together until the business is finished
until the ghost is together with his body
he cannot depart this world- and so it is with sleep.
354 · Nov 2015
what rests behind the noise
M Nov 2015
all the twitter and the group chats and the facebooking
the constant talking, the snapchat stories, the little reminders
tumblr feeds, news stations, netflix recommendations
they're just mindless noise, fillers, to distract us
from our chronic loneliness, our effervescent sadness
we can't bear to be alone so we ****** ourselves into rooms
of people talking loudly and too much, we ignore
the sad voices within us because maybe if the sounds
get loud enough, they'll drown out whatever it is
that's saying "you're alone, you're not worthy of love"
and most of the time it works. It leaves us numb
so much noise, in fact, that we can't hear much anything else
we lose sight of ourselves. I don't know who the ****
I am without all of that. I don't know who I am in the silence.
Please, don't leave me behind. I've gotten lost. A week
without twitter is like three years without rain for some of us
and we don't know how to survive the drought-
we don't know what it is we're running from, we're
just running, running's a thing we've always done, and
we're scared. Please, don't leave me behind. I'm scared too.
I'm scared of the dark and of isolation, I'm like a little kid
who needs her phone like her mother's hand
because I never learned to live on my own.
Life's a big ******* grocery store and some of us
sit down in the candy aisle, some of us cry,
some of us ask the people in charge to call our mother,
some of us latch onto someone's, anyone's leg.
Don't let me go. Please, don't leave me behind.
I don't know where I am. I don't know how to get home.
I'm giving up twitter for Advent and the feeling of isolation is scary just because of how scary it is. I'm alarmed by how much noise I need to keep from getting lonely.
353 · Apr 2014
a comment from a teacher
M Apr 2014
As if only boys could have angel faces
and you said it so restrictingly
I couldn't help but think
you have no idea who I am
that I wouldn't say something mushy about a girl
actually, I wouldn't say something mushy about a boy
you are so ignorant
but it's okay because you have to be
it's just
if you'd read any of my poetry,
you wouldn't be so quick to decide
what gender I was referring to
when I talked about the face of an angel.
this is to Ms. G
352 · Jan 2015
except for God
M Jan 2015
no one cares enough to fix you,
nor can they- except for God!
and those who are strengthened by His spirit of love.
352 · Sep 2015
Fear
M Sep 2015
not being useful, needed, necessary
350 · Apr 2015
supine
M Apr 2015
at what point in a man's life does he begin to stand?
350 · Dec 2015
Untitled
M Dec 2015
everybody ******* knows
350 · Aug 2015
27 / passenger
M Aug 2015
don't know where I'm running but I know how to run
'cause running's the thing I've always done
don't know what I'm doing but I know what I've done
I'm a hungry heart, I'm a loaded gun.
a kettle that's always whistling
M Aug 2015
"Some truths rise slowly,
that we are what we wait for,
and what waits for us."
349 · Nov 2015
Untitled
M Nov 2015
I have been so, so wrong about most everything. And I still am.
reading some C.S.Lewis and realizing that I, as well as everyone else, have my priorities all messed up. We are very silly people.
349 · Dec 2014
I have been told
M Dec 2014
God doesn't want me to feel like this
love will win in the end- love will win,
after all of this, love will win
from R and mr rodriguez
347 · Jan 2016
Untitled
M Jan 2016
and if you took my word for it
you must not know me at all.
347 · Aug 2014
Untitled
M Aug 2014
you are so secure in your own superiority
346 · Apr 2015
My first kiss with a girl
M Apr 2015
the first time I kissed a girl, I tasted her spit for days and my mouth still doesn't feel clean
she asked permission, and I pulled her close to me
and it was very sudden and wet and slimy,
and I was holding her body on top of me in our bathing suits
my heart was beating ten thousand miles per hour
it was so sunny and she was looking at me like she couldn't breathe
but I could. I could breathe. I only started suffocating when I realized that
the first time I kissed a girl, I kissed the wrong girl.
344 · Apr 2015
Harry + Louis
M Apr 2015
so kiss me where I lay down my hands pressed to your cheeks
a long way from the playground- tell me with your mind, body and spirit
I can make your tears fall down like the showers that are british,
whether we're together or apart, we can both remove the masks
and admit we regret it from the start, my hands, your hands, *******
like two ships, drifting, weightless, waves trying to break this,
I'd do anything to save it, you're the raise on the waves that calms
my mind, I don't care what people say when we're together
you know I want to be the one who holds you when you sleep,
nobody knows you, baby, the way I do, nobody loves you, baby, the way I do,
waking up beside you I'm a loaded gun, I can't contain this anymore,
I'm all yours I've got no control, no control, powerless, and I don't
care it's obvious, I can't contain this anymore, I'm all yours I've got
no control, no control, they don't know about the things we do,
they don't know about the I love you's, but I bet you if they only knew
they would just be jealous of us, so can we start it all over again?
one direction lyrics. this is silly, but what can ya do
343 · Apr 2014
J
M Apr 2014
J
did I miss something
or did I meet his nice alter-ego
that you guys approve of
because the man who you have an actual reason to dislike
didn't seem to be the one I met last night
343 · Feb 2015
Love
M Feb 2015
show, don't tell
343 · Sep 2015
fireproof / one direction
M Sep 2015
I think I'm gonna win this time
riding on the wind and I won't give up.
343 · Nov 2015
Untitled
M Nov 2015
I wish I could know if it hurts you too
or not but I guess I never will
M Mar 2015
what happens when you can't get enough of someone
so you take everything you can get your hands on
even their freedom and their spirit until there is nothing left of them
all of it belongs to you and what you do with it is you leave
and you take it with you and wave goodbye and never speak again
except to say sorry, and one day to hold hands while you watch the stars
and in a small fragile moment I tried to give it back to her
but the hole I left was not the same shape and it didn't fit, exactly
so now I have it, I have all of her, and I will hold it close to my heart
my stolen treasure, another person's soul- forever.
343 · May 2014
a writer
M May 2014
I am not a writer. I cannot
write every night late into the deep
like young writers should
I do not have the perseverance to craft a character
they'll care about or romanticize
my characters are blind, foolish, ridiculous
unlovable, like the self-portrait
of a blond man kissed by the purple night
I am not strong enough to **** the dragons in my stories
I'll write you into the pages
but it will never be anything more than an incomplete explanation,
what painting could contain the sun?
I cannot contain the word that
you say with every moment and breath.
I cannot contain the word and
so the word will contain me. The ink will pulse
into my skin, kissing my soul with blessed eternity
I am not worthy, I am never worthy of the darkness of the word
impressed upon my heart of white, a tattoo
of something claimed by those greater, a crown of false gold,
those who wore it before were forced to give it up
by the one event they were trying to cheat
I say I had wings, and maybe I did, but they're gone now;
I am not a writer, the word has been falsely taken,
I am an usurper, not a writer,
I am terrified because I have
this river of flowing black etching and stamping,
forming and gliding, untangling into something greater than myself,
something I cannot earn or hear-
I am not a writer. Please don't let me be a writer.
I am not worthy.
342 · Aug 2015
The Rosie Project
M Aug 2015
"Don," she began. "Do you find me attractive?"
Gene told me the next day that I got it wrong. But he was not in a taxi, after an evening of total sensory overload, with the most beautiful woman in the world. I believed I did well. I detected the trick question. I wanted Rosie to like me, and I remembered her passionate statement about men treating women as objects. She was testing to see if I saw her as an object or as a person. Obviously the correct answer was the latter.

‘I haven’t really noticed,’ I told the most beautiful woman in the world.
graeme simsion
340 · Feb 2014
Grace
M Feb 2014
I told her a while ago, "If you knew what I knew about me,
you'd hate me."
Well, maybe not hate. You wouldn't approve
because most people talk about ****** things
with lust in their eyes
or if they had a negative experience, they were *****
but for me, it's different, because
what I did
was built on a sandy platform of lies.
"I love you,"
"You're the only one I ever want to be with,"
She must have seen through it. She must have known.
She seemed so broken that night.
It was like everything she had hoped for
was there, and yet it wasn't really,
because it wasn't like she expected.
And months later, when I finally couldn't hold back my
mis-directed guilt, I glided past so-and-so's number
and called her up
and left her fourteen voicemails in a row, to apologize.
I cried on the phone and I'm glad she didn't pick up.
If I became Mother Theresa,
and saved the lives of millions of children,
or gave my life serving,
or made a billion peoples' day every day,
I couldn't repay for the pain I caused her.
I have dedicated my life to Christ,
because of that one girl that I broke, offered her a chance
at her first crush and it was a false chance,
so I will pay every day and be a sun, see if
I can change things around for you, and you, and you
and make sure I never do any more harm.
I will strive and serve and become someone who could not,
("no, not her, she couldn't have!")
have hurt someone like I hurt her that night.
Last year at camp, the pained looks she gave me when I told
that fireside story, or when I sang to the guitar, or when I hung out
with my friends, couldn't possibly have hurt more.
And I can't even grasp how seeing me there hurt her.
No matter what I do,
It will never be enough.
340 · Mar 2015
a bleeding heart
M Mar 2015
they tell you to stay tender your whole life
but they don't tell you how much it hurts
340 · Mar 2015
Untitled
M Mar 2015
please, that I may see God's face, write in the stars what you mean
if you will not tell me.
340 · Feb 2015
Untitled
M Feb 2015
yes, I do plan on ******* bulldozing through this life
I am no Hazel Grace
I do not mind that the marks I leave are often scars
because scars, I think, can be beautiful
and I have never wanted to leave this world unmarked.
339 · Feb 2015
Untitled
M Feb 2015
"man always has two reasons for what he does: a good one, and the real one"
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