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  Nov 2014 r l
Jordan Frances
Sexuality is not a ***** word.
It is the essence of our being
It tantalizes our skin
Seeps out of our pores
And sets a flame to our existence.

The way we express it
(Or the way some of us do)
Is what separates us from the rest of the animal kingdom.
Majority of people are able to display it
In a vivid and imaginative way
So that they can connect with another person.
And I am not simply talking about ***
Although that plays an integral role
But romanticism as well.

Love is a human experience
It spreads from person to person
Radiating from each like their own individualized ball of light
It is theirs, and only theirs
Until they decide to share it with another
So they can spread this tiny orb of sunshine
And illuminate someone else's world with it
As it has brightened the beholder's.

So why do so many people
Think it is fit to rob the ones
Who, in terms of romantic preferences,
Are in the minority
Of this beautiful luminosity
That blots out all of the hate, violence and anger in this world
Even if for only a split second?
Yes, I'm talking to you, Conservatives and bigots alike.

Who are we to tell other human beings
That they do not have the right to love
The way we do?

Dear So-Called Religious Christians
Who believe that gays, lesbians, bisexuals, pansexuals
You name it
Are abominations:
Stop playing the very God
That you claim to be following.
r l Jun 2014
I can't make you love me,
I want you to love me because you love me
Not just because I love you 

But unrequited love is the only love I've ever known

And I've sorta given up on the idea, 
on the chance of having anything else
Stereotypical teenage poem. I don't even know. Suggestions? :)
r l Feb 2014
It's been a year now
A year of being reminded of you

Thinking of you whenever I see the ocean
Or see my mom making the same meal you would always make us
Or see my grandmother. She has your eyes
And your smile, even though that's impossible to replicate
I think of you when I see an automatic reclining chair like the one my brother and I would fight over at your house
And when I see Judge Judy on TV
Or, especially, when I see deserts. Any kind rinds me of you now

Just know you aren't forgotten
I'm reminded of you every day
Meant to post this yesterday but I forgot to. Oops. This is another poem for my Great Granmother who died a year ago yesterday. Sorry it's not the best poem, I just wanted to write something
r l Dec 2013
Sometimes I forget
How to love everybody,
Everyone but you
More of a draft. I don't even know
r l Nov 2013
I have a feeling I won't be sleeping tonight

Sleeping means dreaming
And dreaming means remembering

You never realize how much you miss someone until you remember

Dreams bring memories of all the times we had
And sometimes, dreams even have the audacity to taunt me with the profound idea that I could be actually with you someday 
They make it seem so real, so easy, so within reach

As if. 

Dreams are temporary, they're nothing but lies
Illusions of a better life

Waking from dreams is inevitable
And waking means remembering
That I don't have you 

I need to stop chasing dreams that are so far out of reach
Ahh, stereotypical teenage love poems. Part 2 of 'poems-i-wrote-last-year-but-forgot-to-post-and-just-found.' Oops. I'll probably edit it later so it'll actually make some sort of sense
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