We pride ourselves on being ‘America the Free’,
But how are we free when a he can’t marry a he?
Homosexuality is found in over 90 species,
but homophobia is only found in one.
If you want to blame someone, blame the straight people.
They’re the ones who keep having gay sons.
Not one Disney princess is a lesbian,
Not one superhero is gay.
Not all girls want a prince charming.
And not all men want a heroine someday.
They say, "Love is blind."
So why are we so blind to fact that love is love?
What has America come to that we’d rather see men holding guns, than holding hands?
Until recently, in the US military, admitting that you’re gay, had bans.
Homosexuality isn’t a disease.
You can’t catch it, and you can’t cure it.
Please.
Tiger Woods can have 19 mistresses,
Britney Spears can have a 55 hour marriage,
Kim Kardashian can get married for publicity,
But GAYS are corrupting the institution of marriage?
Closets are for clothes, not hiding.

Your devious smiles
fill my days with happiness.
Enveloped in your arms,
I am protected.

Curled up on your chest,
stroking your stomach.
Even in complete silence
we connect, and every second
is pure joy.

I wish you understood
how much I love you.
How much you mean to me.
If you could listen to my heart,
you would never argue
that you love me more.

Every second with you
is the new best moment
of my life. I hope
that you feel the same.

I hope I’m what makes you
smile at random times,
what pops up in your mind
when you’re alone.
Because that’s how it is
for me.

Even when blank
you flash with memories.
Mindless doodles,
quickly jotted poems.
Stains of past lessons
still remain.

How many eyes
have gazed out at
your white vastness?
How many hands
have nervously fumbled
with your squeaky markers,
scrambling for answers
inside their own minds?

Do you see us?
Some racing to
take the notes
scribbled upon your
pallor surface,
and others facedown
on the desk,
trying to recover
sleep that was lost.

What have you created?
Perhaps a scientist,
or a few?
A lawyer, a doctor,
maybe two?
Without you,
oh ever-present whiteboard,
I doubt our teachers
would know what to do.

My mentor,
my friend,
my stepfather.
Loved by so many,
taken so quickly.
Leaving hundreds heartbroken,
never would have been his intention.
Who would have known
that a heart so big,
was so thoroughly diseased?

The wake of his death was
a raging storm.
It was needles in our souls.
Our tears became oceans,
in which we were slowly drowning.

But no matter how sad
we were then,
it’s better now.
We’ve found a new normal,
and the essence of his spirit
is ever present
in our hearts.

My breath raggedly escapes my lips
as I let out a fierce battle cry.
I’m being pushed, shoved, and punched
while my heart pulses to the beat of the music.

My hairspray is glue,
and my hair is now an octopus, clinging to my face.
Everyone’s body heat creates
a sweltering pocket; and I am in a sauna,
moist with sweat that isn’t mine.

The quick tempo of the bass
penetrates everything and everyone,
and suddenly the crowd is one
hot, sweaty, throbbing mass.
How beautiful it is.

Suddenly there is pain and light,
and a fist pulls away from my face.
My eye stings, but adrenaline pumps through me
rather than blood, and I am invincible.

Someone picks me up, and I am on top.
Crowd surfing, above everyone.
No one can bring me down,
because here I am free.

The air was thick
and sweet, a warm
summer night.
In front of the store
with my greatest
taboo,
the boy that belonged
to another.
Standing there,
with soft eyes
shining
in the light of
the full moon.
How badly I yearned
for this, I craved
him.
That night, when
our lips first
met,
I was struck
with an overwhelming
need
to keep him
in my arms,
forever.