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Love Apr 2015
I long for those nights in which I absentmindedly fall asleep while praying.  Talking to god like hes my bestfriend.
Love Apr 2015
All life is
Is a nonchalant death trap.
  Apr 2015 Love
L
It was rushed.
I was so nervous that my hands wouldn't stop shaking.
She didn't seem to notice.
As soon as we rounded the corner and I was up against a wall,
her lips were up against mine...
Rather haphazardly.
She tasted sweeter than church wine.
I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her away gently.
"Let's try that again, yeah?"
The second time was better.
Her lips fit between mine like a plug to an electrical outlet --
Instant electricity.
It was nice while it lasted.
For the lovely R, my first for everything.

**
Leigh
  Apr 2015 Love
Wardell Lee Freeman
I tend to get stares... Looks... The occasional "are you gay?" With a quizzical look of disgust.
Well, to answer your question, no, I am not gay.
In a society built around judgment and stilted above common sense,
Being gay would mean that I'd have to find women utterly disgusting, flick my wrists, speak with funny and awkward inflections, right?
Do you think I speak with funny and awkward inflections?
Good! Because I'm so not gay.
Being gay would mean that I love to shop, well I hate it!
My fashion sense does not exceed that of a box of colorful crayola crayons melting away in the blistering Las Vegas sun because you see, I don't live in San Francisco, or New York,
or anywhere "gay" people live.
I am not gay.
Being gay would mean that I am immoral but I can assure you, moralistically speaking, that morals are what keep me routinely from listening to Lady Gaga, who I've heard, despite her catholic upbringing, is a devout devil worshiper and I sure as hell don't worship Satan!
Oh no, I am not gay.
My father once told me, in his manliest tone that if I ever became sweet
or my tank profusely filled with sugar
that he'd disown me and rid me of his home.
However last time I checked,
I don't have a tank
and one lick of my tanned brown skin would reveal that I am in fact quite salty!
Salty, as defined by Urban Dictionary, means to be ******.
Bitter. Angry.
Well father, there aint nothing sweet about my wrath.
I'm infuriated.
I'm angry not because I'm not able to fulfill the holistic criterion society has built in order to be gay,
No, I am more upset that there is actually a set of rules dictating whether or not someone is gay.
Now listen to me when I tell you,
I am not gay
I am not gay because I have yet to inject myself of substances with an unsterile needle for all purposes of getting high.
No, I have yet to discover my last ****** partner was diagnosed with *** and that I may very well have the virus.
No, I have yet to interiorly decorate my bedroom with the warm crimson fluid that is my blood because some punk at school thought it was cute to label me a queer.
I have yet to be gay because being gay in today's society means I am reckless. I am promiscuous. I am a *******.
Well, guess what society,
I am not gay.
I am, in fact, a man, who is not your personal show dog for your fashion approval that you can tote around in some cute Gucci bag.
I am a man, who can still appreciate the beautiful magnificence that is a curve when he sees one no matter the person's gender.
I am a man who, despite what you may be expecting,
is a man who, no matter how hard you try to box me in a confined image,
is a man who, will fight to freely be in love with who he wants to be in love with,
who is a man who is not gay
but a man who loves men.
I am not gay.
..
Totally gay.
Love Apr 2015
maybe she just has a thing for older guys.
it doesn't make her strange...just different.
but maybe she's just a kid with daddy issues
waiting for some guy to fill that spot
and looking in all the wrong places.*

Fathers: Take care of your daughters.
My commentary on what one of my friends is going through.
Love Apr 2015
stay awake
stay awake
I cant.
you have to
I wouldn't be nearly falling asleep in class if you would have let me sleep.
Miss Love
Yessir?
Wake up.
What?
Who are you talking to?
me*

Mr. Miller? Are you sleeping? Wake up.
Huh?
I think you were sleeping.
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