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Ryan Long Jan 2016
My soul it's being torn apart,
Distrust and fears are rampant.
Lord heal this bleeding heart
But let not my feelings become absent

For the pain I feel Is a jealous burn
It feels like a burning knife
Help me Lord to trust my love
And put to an end my strife

A careless comment
from a joking friend
My mind enveloped in fear
these thoughts I wish could end

Trust is the key
And in you I must find rest
Lord I come to you for I know
You have in mind only the best

Give me faith
And end my fear
Let me trust my love
Who I hold so dear
Erika Castaldo Dec 2015
I sat in the back of the classroom,
staring at him flirting with the new girl,
Shameless, Absolutely Shameless.

I understood how she felt,
Utterly infatuated by this boy,
Naïve, Helplessly Naïve.

She didn’t know what he did to me,
The way he took advantage of me in the park,
Oblivious, Incredibly Oblivious.

He stood there smirking, popping his gum,
Waiting to use her for his own pleasure,
Sadistic *******.

I couldn’t help her, I couldn’t even help her,
When I tried to help myself I was laughed at,
Whispers in the hallway, ***** looks, suspension.

Please don’t hurt her the way you did me,
Please.
Hanna Mae Mata Nov 2015
I wonder if I tilt my head a bit on the side,
so my jaw would be angled just right,
so my nose would be touched nicely by shadows,
so my eyes would spark to lure the light-
I wonder if I walk a few steps towards, perhaps a few steps back-
I wonder if some type of arm stretch, or head rest-
will make you ask for my number.
And you- a fine sculpt of a man
do not need to do any but breathe then,
to have it.
Bo Burnham Nov 2015
She waits. How beautifully she waits.
How impossibly lovely she is
with a thing so passive.

With what weight she waits,
making her bus or boyfriend
(or whatever she waits for)
seem like a first brunch with Christ.

She waits regally, in perfect contrast
to the drooling buffoon describing her.
Brent Kincaid Nov 2015
Don’t touch me.
I don’t know you,
A stranger to me,
I don’t allow you.
You smiled at me
From across the place.
In this noisy nightclub
You’re just a face.

You might be a cook
Or maybe a movie star.
I don’t know you at all.
I don’t know who you are.
You don’t have permission
To put your hands on me
And treat me like someone
Who is desperate and ******.

I totally understand
The way things are today.
After all I’m in this bar;
It’s like I seem to say
I’m one of those types
You take home for some fun.
That might be what you think
But I am simply not that one.

You see, all I can go on
Is a matter of your looks
And I am not a psychic
To tell angels from crooks.
So, thank you for your offer,
But I am going to pass.
I turned you down even though
You patted me on my ***.

I won’t woke up tomorrow
Full of sorrow and regret.
I won’t be the conquest
You will quickly forget.
I’ll be the one who has
Taken the time to say
I understand your game
But, I don’t want to play.
Brent Kincaid Oct 2015
Brown boys on the beach
All of them are great
So many just out of reach
Because most are straight.
Something close to mocha;
Unbelievably **** skin.
Some of it looks like heaven
And some of it purest sin.

Brown boys in shorts
Just covering bare *****;
Impervious to winks and
Any kind of gay passes.
But I hear rumors of them;
Legends may be a better word.
Gay things have been known
To happen with them I’ve heard.

Brown boys bare chested
Showing off their physiques.
Proud of that they take care of
Best I’ve seen in weeks.
It’s not that white boys here
Are that much less appealing
But there is something about
The way I have been feeling.

Brown boys can flirt here
In a way I have never seen.
It’s flattering without invitation;
Never insulting, never mean.
Someday I will get braver
And ask one of them to teach
How to tell which one is gay
Of those brown boys on the beach.
Ayin Azores Sep 2015
And they asked me
"Are you down to ****? Or  do you prefer friends with benefits?
Either way there would never be any emotions involved", they say
I said "no, I don’t want any of those things"
Their faces started to change
My guards are high up and they suddenly wanted the chase

But "seriously no", I reiterated
"I don’t want my body to be used in any of your fantasies
It’s not that I haven’t tried any of those things you are imagining right now
I have been there, I have done that
Far too many times than the acceptable number
But I am not ashamed, I am not proud either"

Some of them turned their backs on me due to their dismay
“You shouldn’t really be here” they say
But I am just looking for someone to talk to
This is something that they really cannot accept

I know that my credentials fill your heads with imagination
My photos burn your souls alive
And my words linger in your minds
I have you all trapped under my finger tips
You all want me, but I don’t want you
I am sorry, but not in that way

Because I have been there, I have done that
Far too many times than the acceptable number
But I am not ashamed, I am not proud either
Because I know my worth
And none of you deserves my
Having a crush on a boy is like facing an enormous, old brick wall.  A brick wall so high that you can't see what's on the other side.  You would wonder, day dream about the possibilities of what is on the other side.  You remind yourself that you should never let your expectations ruin your reality; but you can't help yourself.
You have dreamt about the possibilities awaiting on the other side.  Then, one day you have the courage and the drive to climb the intimidating wall. At first, you hesitate, but once you start it's a rocky ride. You go slowly; placing your hands and feet in the crevices of absent bricks. Cautiously, working your way. Step by step. Pull by pull.
Finally, you make it to the top. You see what you have desired so dearly. Your imagination has let your expectations grow high, but they're met. You see a field of lavender, that makes you taste the color light purple. And you see a boy, he's a close friend; standing in the distance on the lavender blanket. He sees you being exhausted, frightened, and amazed.
You have been dreaming about this for what feels an eternity. If you go to him you may give your hopes up; but you remember that you didn't climb that aging, titanic brick wall for nothing.
You take one step forward, placing your foot onto the ground. The boy begins to walk toward you. You do the same.  Negative thoughts begin to buzz through your brain. Thinking: "how will this work?" "your best friend hates him?" "how will this work?" "what if I'm making a big mistake?"  Finally, you tell yourself that you should go on an adventure.  An adventure that can make you feel the air, see the stars, and listen to the music like you have heard it before. Otherwise, you will just be stuck at the bottoms of the wall, just wondering what could have been, truly a great adventure.
You then find yourself in his arms, thinking how you got there. Then, you see over his shoulder a cliff.  He then tells you how he had to climb an enormous, brick wall, to find himself staring at an amazing girl in a field of lavender on the other side .  He too was internally conflicted, but it was just a sign that he was about to go on an amazing adventure.
*Inspired by a dream I had when I was in the tenth grade. I was on vacation far away from my parents and someone I truly loved.  When is was homesick, I had this dream, which made me realize how far I have come. A small crush on a close friend can flourish into an amazing adventure.
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