Zan Balmore Nov 11

I was a trap the last time they looked.
They saw me now, they saw me, saw I as I is now
I wasn't a trap last time I looked.
I saw me then, I saw me, saw I as I ever
Last I checked, I wouldn't get
after your sacred sex -- it's cute that you're afraid.
Last I checked, I wouldn't get
after your bible sex -- not even were I paid!

Though, that was then, and now is here.
Those aspirations, declare them dead.
Those old roads ended, I left for highways.
Those highways laid pink and blue lines.
Those definitions left me seeing red.

Last I checked, I wouldn't get
after your bible sex -- not even were I paid!

But, if you offered it, that would be a different story.

:)
Jim Davis May 11

Like zero
or one
Love comes
To one
Or not

©  2017 Jim Davis

I wish I exuded in the way you did
Laughter so porous
Everyone's choking on the chorus.

Be the amber stone I wear around my neck
So your presence weighs upon me
Be the noose that's not too loose
Like a hairband too tight to pull through
Be the virus in my body
That no medication can treat
Be the white noise in my head
So I can't properly think
Be the darkness of my shadow
So I feel you loom as the hours pass
Be that sensation before I sneeze
So I feel you linger when my nose hits the breeze
Be the God to my religion
So I can feel you all around me
Be the devil in the details
To feel your curses smite me
Do not, however, be my downfall
Even though you already are
By being the haunting of my waking thoughts
You've left me considering your skin with my scars

Phoebe Hynes Jan 16
ID

she
he
you
me
they
them

who am i?

Questions
I
Ask
Myself
When
I’m
Unsure

Who I am.

Binary
Binds
Me.
I
Am  
Bound
To
be
Girl.

I am not.

Dave Scott Dec 2016

Death Shallows at the door
Forever Present for what's in store
Our Eyes can't see for what's to come
Feel the burning bush and silent hum
The grim reaper knows no bounds
Black drapes over light to disappear here and now

In the world of darkness, you look forward to the light
A time from now see will flicker and bright
But for now you are a child in the black
Waiting for the creator to manifest a hack

01=DeathLife

Kim Thi Khanh Oct 2016

I have always struggled with my gender and sexual identity.
And that's the problem.
Trying to identify and entity
That knows no boundaries
Lines are blurred
The lines disappear

Falling into the shells
Deffirentiating heaven and hell
On earth as it is in any direction

There is no grey
There is not blackness or light
No sadnesses or joy
No passion
Alone in the oneness
Of devotion and bliss

In a world free from judgments
Perceptions are our imaginations
Imagine wisely

Laura J Aug 2016

I'm not a person who collects things
I live a very minimalist's life
But I have a bag of treasures
I keep close to me day and night

I sleep on an old painted daybed
It squeaks softly as I lay down
Most of my clothes are second hand
And my shoes a little worn down

But I have some precious treasures
Hidden in bags of different names
Fendi, Burberry and Prada
Leathers and fabrics of worldly fame

My treasures are hidden deep inside
In makeup bags and zippered pockets
Shiny compacts full of velvety colors
From Paris, Milan and Rome

A black cloth bag of 8 tiny bottles
Protected from the sun and rain
Bottles of perfume oils made in an alchemist's lab
With names like Dragon's Milk, Snow White and Bliss

A Christian Dior handkerchief or two
Hangs delicately inside the bag
In case the breeze brings on a sneeze
Or I notice a tear in the eye of a friend

by Mark Lj

Dan Gilbert Jul 2016

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1 1 0 1 1 0 0
0 1 0 1 0 1 1
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Eliza Fairchild May 2016

One deep breath pushes the anxiety down my throat,
just enough to stop my hands from shaking.

my fingers fumble with buttons,
false comfort lost with each layer.

I'm naked and exposed,
eyes flickering across my body,
contradictions piling up,
making self recognition and impossible task.

A broken binary lies scattered at my feet
like the clothes I've come to dread
and the skin I wish to shed.

Gender is hard, hope to improve upon this soon.
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