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moon child Apr 2017
Hey
So I'm gay.
Apparently it's everybody's ******* business
While simultaneously being something that
No one talks about.

Oh that's great that your friend's aunt is a lesbian.
You know what we do in bed is sort of private I'd rather not talk about it at the bar.
No, no we don't want a ******* sir please stop asking I'm getting uncomfortable.

Is that normal?
Should it be?
To have questions asked so publicly. So out of line.
So obtrusive.

To have people tell on me as though I broke a vase or pushed my sister.
Oh, no, she's gay. This is my friend, but she's gay. No don't bother, she's gay. Gay gay gay.

I'm gay. Fine. Yes.
I'm not afraid of it.
Please stop giving me reason to be.
moon child Apr 2017
It's crazy that I lived
before her.
That I went through my days, good or bad or what have you,
and I didn't have her there.
With her,
nothing is meaningless.
There is no good,
no bad,
no what have you.
There is only me
and there is only her.
And that is all we need anymore.
Just us.
every day. forevermore.
Allie Mar 2017
If I loved you more, I would kiss you every chance I got.
If I loved you more, I would bring you a gift for every day of the week.
If I loved you more, I would stay on the phone until you had to go.
If you were upset, I would set fire to anything that ever hurt you.
If you were happy, I would remember to capture every smile in my mind.
I would vanish into the storm beneath your eyes.
I would miss your lips when they weren't on mine.
I would tell the world about the girl I loved.
If I loved you more, maybe I would be happy.
He was a galaxy, she was part of every song
He was in my bed, she was in my head
He could give me the future I want, she can give me the excitement I need
He was happiness and she was pleasure
He was hope and she was nostalgia
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Cody Haag Feb 2017
His eyes penetrate the mirror,
And the glass penetrates him back.
Tears rain down his cheeks,
And his semblance undergoes a crack.

His head hits the pillow,
His eyelashes flutter along to dreams.
Mother watches with weepy eyes,
Then sunlight through the window beams.

His heart flutters like a leaf in a breeze,
Excited by the man before his eyes.
For years he has struggled
With this affection he was taught to despise.

Even as his heart tells him what to do,
The boy continues to hide his truth.
It seems there is much to lose,
It seems a way to ruin his youth.

But the secret ails him—
A condition untreated.
Without exploration,
His heart remains defeated.

Destruction clasps onto him, an iron grip,
And his demons come alive.
He begins to hate himself,
Struggling to survive.

Hatred finds him during his adolescence—
Like a deadly blade wishing him dead.
To survive, he learns a simple truth—
His beliefs must be shed.

Now a cloak of happiness hangs from his shoulders—
His boyfriend is in his arms.
He has parted with society’s silly notions,
Of which only dealt him harm.
Allie Feb 2017
I thought I knew what passion felt like
But learning to love you,
Was like learning to bike.
It was scary at first
But, freeing in all
And you first must learn
to let yourself fall
You should know
I'd never regret
The nights that we spent
I can never forget
Maybe they're tainted
To you, they were nothing.
I don't place blame,
I know you can't
Love me.
Learning to bike was thrilling and hard
But as someone once said,
All the finest things are.
Autumn Feb 2017
Dear Self,

  Butterflies and a rushing heart beat
  you've only found in the presence of men
  now captivated by a feminine force,
  a gravitational pull toward:

  porcelain skin
  a starlet smile
  the faintest scent of essence
  hypnotist eyes that keep you still
  lips you've dreamed to kiss

  Internal struggle prevents you from acceptance.
  Just admit it.

Your closest friend,
                                   Soul

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Dear Soul,

  What else is there to say?

  I'm falling for her.

Love,
          Self
Perry Madison Jan 2017
Seasons change and life goes on,
my scenes switch off, times are gone with words
From CT, to New York, to Colorado, the world’s voice I’ve already heard.
But not everyone can see the world’s treasures in their face,
the beauties, people, lights and sounds across this finite space.
Or felt the stars in their souls, that’ll disperse one day
It’s not the case, so please sit down, and listen to what I say:

We’re all too busy honing in on things that shouldn’t stand out
Like why I speak the way I do, with etiquette and class
why I transcend the lines between specific roles
in what I say and how I act

I say:
Why question and judge the little things I do
in my life, which isn’t yours
to the point where you cut off ties and contact that never had been forged
Because your preformed images of a bisexual, black guy
warps your eyes and makes you blind, way that can’t be right, because
across time the blind eyes symbolizes truth
so these illusions in your way, blocking you in sooth,
serve no purpose, see the light and accept the natural proof.

My hair’s not *****, my behavior varies to where
it fits no norms. I’m beyond your views, don’t you see?
It’s the eye of the storm.

I say:
It doesn’t stop at me, no, no. It spreads beyond these walls
and affects those who are different, who break society’s “laws”
Wars and fights over basic things are all I ever hear,
beliefs, gender, color, orientation,
the common fight is fear

Fear to be seen as an abomination  
to break or fall from grace
To stay hidden from their true potential
for their own safety’s sake

I say:
That’s no way to live a life of
chances, hope and purpose
to live in shadows, cold and alone under
a hidden surface

I’m here to say that there’s no shame
in being who you are
to break the norm and stand against those
who dare to change your ways, to those who can’t accept
that life’s about change.

Why do I say such things? Why do I speak?
Why do I stand as one?
Our fate’s o n a string, the strong and meek
we’re all united under one sun.

I say:
We’re all human, how hard is it to understand that we’re the pieces
of one heart, united in a common band.
If we don’t accept this, how far can we go?
Surely we won’t last, but if we rise above this fog,
the human spirit will ever last against whatever
time and space may throw, whatever darkness we may fear.

Open your eyes, your ears, your heart
Because I say this: It all starts here.
Wrote this in High School
moon child Dec 2016
distance can be
difficult
when you
are so far
from your
other
I miss you blu
moon child Dec 2016
The only one
That can turn an overwhelming moment
Into a lovely memory
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