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zero Nov 2017
Two worlds apart,
                                           a whole soul divided
                                             into two parts.

    One here,

                                                          ­                                     and one there.


                              Half with me,
                                                    
        ­                                           and half with my love.
My Love,
My World,
My Universe and beyond...
for now and forever.
-Z.xo
zero Nov 2017
Lend me your car,
and let me buckle up your heart.
I promise to drive safely,
but if provoked,
I won't hesitate to pull the wheel.
Abuse hidden in moments of life.

Look out for them,
They speak softly.

-Zero.xo
zero Nov 2017
s_x
A woman's loss,
is a male gained,
helpless to the grounds and its worms,
festering in bubbling oaths,
lay to rest the torments of yesteryear,
and arise the new army,
masked and ready,
for war.
One part feminist, two parts unstoppable.

-Zero.xo
Fritzi Melendez Oct 2017
I am discovering myself more and more now.
I remember, I used to hide behind the societal shadow,
I have hid in for a long time.
Suppressing what was known to be a bad sign.

I tried to forget the softness in her hands,
or the way her soft hair would blow onto my face,
entangling me in the scent of flower gardens in the sunrise,
silent whispers in our late-night sleepovers,
and waking up beside her dark circled eyes and her morning messy hair framed on my bed.
I'd glance at the mosaic, but had always turned away.

For awhile, I believed my mind was playing around with my heart like a toy.
I was always taught to fall in love with boys.
Besides, I never thought that I would remember these sensations again.
until the boys had left my heart broken.

And while the love I shared with the male flesh was of my happiest times,
I had to face the fact that he could never be mine.
And so I came to terms with the aesthetics of a girl.
When I first saw her, my brain had whirled.

I was confused for awhile, trying to find if this feeling was true.
And one day, a girl in my art class gave me the proof.
Though I'm quite timid, her sentences and sense of humor laced her tongue like silk.
I couldn't help but glance and let my feelings for her mat together like fabric felt.

Though I'm not ready to begin a relationship until my heart has completely healed,
I will admit, I like girls, I like boys, I know this is what I feel.
I'm understanding myself better and better now.
I hope everyone will accept me to somehow.
Coming to terms with my discovery of being bi-******.
The Vault Oct 2017
I think you might be gay
But I accept you as you are
So if you ever come out
I will be here with open arms
Just some words on what is going on.
haley Oct 2017
this is a reminder. sweet one,
your heart does not beat too loudly in your chest.
does not take up too much space,
does not mistake the moonlight for a streetlamp
when you hold your lover's hand
soft and intertwined
drunk and kissing your way home.
this is a reminder.
your heart is not a machine, is not
a second-class citizen, is not
the color of a bullet hole, a gunshot wound
against a rainbow flag;
this is a reminder. sweet one,
your heart is too big for your body
too tremendous to be
encapsulated within two arms and two legs and
ten fingers and ten toes and
when you kiss, sweet,
carry your hurt like the orange lillies
in front of my childhood home
planted by my mother and
the way she gave more
than she could give. give.
this is a reminder:
the only time
your heart should feel too loud in your chest
is when your fingers are finding her's
or his, or their's,
intoxicated by that moonlight,
a will to live against every clenched fist
finding harmony in disharmony
finding your way
to your orange lillies.
wrote this for my friend's queer power zine!! your love is beautiful and valid
Atlas Sep 2017
You seem...okay.
While I'm here wondering what I did wrong and how I can fix this
You are okay.
It's been hard to get over you because I didn't know that we were over until a month past and you never called me back.
Was there anything i could of done to prevent this?
Meant to be read while gasping for air as if you are crying or can't hold in words any longer.
Middy Sep 2017
A single boy
A cross around his neck
Praying in the church he loves
Even though they throw sticks
Even though they throw stones
Words can never hurt him
He's praying to his father saying
" I really love this boy!
I'm sorry father but I love him so
I know you wouldn't mind
But I want you to know that "

A single girl
School uniform on
She's saying to her only best friend
" I love girls is it wrong?
I don't know what to do!
My father will **** me
My mother will too!
I love this one girl
Sitting in my maths class.
I hope she's my friend
Hope she feels the same "

When the kids at school discover
These two humans' secrets
They are laughing and laughing
And shoving them to the floor
As the support comes in
Saying " this is not right
Screaming at these innocent saying
" DEATH TO THESE VICTIMS
WHO COMMITED A SIN
GOD DOES NOT ALLOW THIS "
" If he really doesn't..."
A quiet voice replied
" Then why are they allowed to
Exist like me and you? "
Inspired after I got bullied in school for supporting LGBT :(
helena alexis Sep 2017
your light blonde hair
resembles the sun
so bright and beautiful

my dark black hair
resembles the moon
so ominous and lonely

together we are infinite
in this cruel universe
Lotte Sep 2017
I want to write your name in the stars
I want to summit a mountain and shout my love until my lungs are empty
I want to write you sonnets and songs and letters that everyone hears

I want to be able to hold your hand as we walk down the street

Because as I cradle your face in my palms, it's like i'm reading your heart in your eyes, a book only I am allowed to see.
Your arms are home for me, your voice holds my peace.

I want to walk into your life, holding your hand,
Meet your parents and family as more than just a friend.

Because I will love you until my body is frail and my soul is slipping.
Until my eyes begin to dim and I slowly wither, but in the end I'll still be holding your hand.

I want to see the sparkle in your eye when I introduce you as my wife
I want that feeling in my chest when you call me your spouse
I want our love to be open and accepted
I want to finish this poem without people trying to make it straight.

Because even though I know people are going to force their idea of "normal" at us
Hurt us and deny us,
Even though I know it will be difficult, still
I want to step in to public,
Proudly holding your hand
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