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tayarose Apr 2019
If I like girls what would you say?
I were to love a girl or a boy would that be okay?
I like girls, But when embraced I"m called a ******, I am confined to the normal reality of this world
I like boys, I can openly express that but can i really without being called a ***** or a ****? We are supposed to love everyone, but we do not love anyone but our selves, we are afraid of the different
We fear change, when will we change?
Luna Maria Mar 2019
I'm risking so much
by touching
you.
But when our
lips meet
I don't fear
death anymore.
Hell with you would be my heaven.
Samantha tully Mar 2019
I'm a girl, and im straight,
But fo'swear my mind isn't,
I fell for a girl, she lives in japan,
I'm in love, you wont understand.

Im breathlessly a little insecure,
Im nervous, but my mind is sure,
Let my sense leave and fade
Because honey, love is just faith,

I was trapped by her cherry eyes,
Her face, where my attention lies,
My glance asked for a kiss,
While she lent me a smile,
My cheeks turned red like her rosy ones,
She is all that I desperately want,

She smelt like Christmas morning,
She felt like tender touches storming,
No lust, yet my tongue craves to taste hers
The mark on her breast, matched mine,
We'd look perfect together, we'd be fine.

I'm a girl, and im straight,
But Perhaps my mind isn't,
I fell for a girl, she is from japan,
This is love, you wont understand.

.
.
Samantha tully Mar 2019
Depression?
It's like a house, with 20 rooms,
But you're living in one.

You've got all that space,
But youre suffocated and conjusted,
You're trapped in that one little room,
Sitting in the corner,
Living in the dark.

Walls with no windows,
Door with heavy lock,
Ceiling with bits and cracks,
Floor with ***** water puddles,

You're starving,
Yet you're choked,
You're alive,
Yet you feel numb,

Your heart beats like,
It's going to stop,
Your body as cold as death,
Your heart lives on a threat,

Day or night,
You're still in darkness,
Your heart accompanys your mind,
You're dumb,
And your thoughts speak.

That little room is your world,
A world with no escape,
You've forgotten yourself,
You're only ready to visit grave,

You sing yourself old lullabies,
Yet the monsters in your room
wont let you sleep,
You smile,
You smile dead,
for you know,
You'll soon sleep forever.

The cracked ceiling
Is drifting apart,
Knocking your head,
And you know,
The fall is on a start,

20 rooms but you're trapped in one.
The one that finally broke down in two,
You weren't ready for that, but your soul was,
You finally saw the light hitting your face,
A glance of happiness came for a chase,

Yet, In a single blink,
You're dead,
The ceiling had fallen on your head,
Blood shattered,
Monsters cry,
You died in light,
While you lived in darkness.

Depression?
Its like a house with 20 rooms, but you were living in one.
Poolza Jan 2019
You
ruined
my
life

You're
the
reason
why
I'm
mad

But
You're
my
sweet
drug­

my
secret
boyfriend
JasFow Jan 2019
We've talked
I said it
You listened
I held my breath
You sighed
Releasing what I can't believe
You feel the same
Just as confused
But you also have been used
Both bruised from our past
You started crying
It probably wasn't the best response
I smiled
You loved me too
Somehow I already knew
Terrified of what you would say
I almost never said anything
Going on everyday
Pretending I felt nothing
You knew
Too smart for you not to
Now I wonder somedays
If you feel it still
Has it gone away with the time
We share a home now
Three soft children we keep warm
You know I will never cause you harm
We're perfect
They all see it
Telling us
We laugh it away casually
But why are we laughing
It's true
I can see it now
Me and You
It's okay, it's alright
I know you can't be just mine
Is it so wrong for me to say
You can go to them anyway
I'll look the other way
Just come home to me
Say I love you, again.
Is it really as complicated as we make it out to be?
jmm Dec 2018
dear —,
this is not divinity-
no empty pillowcase cape can make you fly
no lipstick can make you beautiful no girl can make you girl no
boy can’t make you boy
no night time prayers can make you god
girl,
you can’t hate yourself into a revolution
or love yourself into a label
boy,
bi-
child.
binary gendered thing
bipolar botched up baby with hit hard head
bisexual? still denying: gay **** queer ***** ***** *****
bi.
j,
this is no caution tape finish line-
no period can finish your seesaw story,
child,
sadness sometimes stretches like
semicolons or wet cement
flowing through this blood, waiting for the moment to harden
to cave you into yourself
to sink into nose too wide, heart too big, space
too much
you growing soul,
with samson strength put all
in two places
just because that ****** pillowcase can
catch your tears doesn’t mean
you will always be only to catch
You,
stand.
have you prayed your own salvation so much you’ve forgotten how it feels to
open your eyes
?
held yourself long enough your back can’t crack open again
?
searched solutions for phantoms so you can only see yourself problem
?
have you written so many poems that you expect me finished
here?
•••
darling,
not every poem has a conclusion
not every poem needs one.
and not every person is prose
where the solution wraps itself into a bow
you can’t keep conflict with yourself until it does
love,
sometimes the answer will pass through
falling failing chests and
pressed pastor palms
sometimes the answer isn’t prewritten
picture book in black and white/boy and girl
sometimes it’s You
somewhere in between-
Haylin Dec 2018
Genderfluid
I am a girl, at least to everyone but me,
I am gay, and straight too, and both, and neither,
I do not want attention, I even try to avoid,
But you call me a she,
But I am changing, every day,

I cry when you know I am not so,
I am a boy today...I am gay
You don't notice, or care,
You just put more cuts on my wrist,
And hurt me more with every word...
"*****," you call with ease,
But you do not know, I am a boy today
"****," you say... I am a ******

Death my mind calls with every single word...
But you do not care, for you smile at my pain, as I call for my love,
"Dakota..."
Lyss Brianne Dec 2018
You were supposed to be my forever girl,  
the only person i’d ever write another poem about.  
Your slender fingers intertwined in mine,
making it impossible  
to write a single word
but it would always be worth it when I saw your eyes.

I thought we’d get married,
two white dresses standing out  against the autumn leaves.
But you never liked the breakfast club,
or neck deep  
and you laughed every time
I said I wanted to be a poet.  

It’s been a long time since I adored you,  
since I saw a future in your smile.  I’ve been watching pretty in pink,
something you thought
looked boring  
but i’m loving it.  

I still love you
but not in the way I used to;  
there’s no indie movie playing our story
like I had hoped once before  
but i’m finally alright with that.
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