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ollie Oct 27
we live
and we ache
and we breathe
and we feel

why are we trained
from birth
to say that crying is weak
that joy and pain
have no value to the world

who is to say
that we are blank
that we are numb
that we should act
as though we are machinery
cold, perfect steel
fitting right within the grooves
that society hollows for us

i am alive!
and i love!
and i anger!
and emotion wells in my chest
a leaky pipe prone to bursting

enough time has been wasted
trying to rewire our beings
for the sole benefit of efficiency
imagine editing your poetry before posting it. anyways free verse am i right
ollie Aug 23
i ache at the mere thought of you
of closeness,
of being together,
of reaching and touching you,
oh so tenderly

for you are the one
who holds space in my heart
and who i wish
i could hold in return

every day
and every night
you reside in my thoughts
your smile radiant as the sun
your eyes darker than onyx
as the sun sets,
you appear
title courtesy of my friend jean ty king real comrades only
ollie Aug 4
oh, my sweet!
tender hearted darling
your soft hands,
your warm smile,
your birdsong laugh
sets my heart aflutter

serenade me,
drape me in your honey sweet voice
let me take up space in your tender gaze
simply being in your presence
is to be surrounded by home
you turn the key
and my heart kicks to life
a rusty thing,
but for you it shines golden
what if we
ollie Aug 4
i am one of my own
what has been decided for me
and yet what i cannot be
if only because i cannot be it right

becoming a scavenger,
i pick apart what remains
from the carcass of femininity
clawing and ripping and tearing
and taking from gender
whatever i desire
for what has gender done for me?
aside from putting on a collar
and controlling my every move
deciding what i do
and how and when and why i do it

stealing what i can
and turning it upside down
looking starlit and airy
while still solid with rage
and being oh so tender with her
and protective from the rest
raccoon eyes and evening gowns
leather boots and lace socks
i havent been on here for a while but im back to post more gay poetry because im a big **** and my dearest bought me minecraft
ollie Jun 6

it turns the world!
it topples buildings!


it breaks the barrier!
it busts the mold!


it answers your questions!
it holds you close!


its her!
i may be manic! but i am gay and unstoppable happy pride month!
ollie Dec 2018
i need to cut my hair
dye it pink and start anew
its time for a change
and these locks keep me locked away
weighed down by a person im not
and held inside a body i do not belong to

i have to talk
lips sewn shut for so long
i dont remember how to speak
slowly im learning
how to order fast food
without breaking down

i want to get better
were it easy i might have a shot
but that guns turned on me
and pierced my heart
over and over
and im patching the wounds
but with every bandage i place
another gets ripped off
its sad week stan mitski
ollie Oct 2018
last online: 2 years ago
clicking away from your name
nostalgia holding me close,
as if i could ever forget

last online: 4 years ago
missing how it was
when we were off
laughing in a world of our own

last online: 6 minutes ago
its so different now
business has taken over
and im healing
but i still remember all those times when we were
i miss my old internet friends. reality is trying to help me, and im thankful, but i want things to be easy like they used to be
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