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vic 1d
I spring awake at four a.m.
Inscitvely clutching my phone to check on this kid’s petition
“End the G.S.A.”
The stress eats away at my sleep schedule
As kids use one misunderstanding to take away my heart and soul
A club I have inputted so much of myself into
And funny enough “Vic” has three letters too
I can’t sleep without their 300 signatures popping up behind my eyelids
Comments being recited in the most repressed part of my insecurities
300 people who are against one of the clubs that saved me
Saved my friends
Saved so many people
But there’s no room for a *** presence in Johnson County
I spring awake at four a.m.
Visions of the kid who keeps his gun in his car spring into my head
My chest feels open already
Have already bled out every ounce of pride in me
What more harm can this kid do?
Don’t they understand that by killing my spirit
They’ve already made storage container for their bullets?
I spring awake at four a.m.
Because I do not let myself feel any other time
Must stay strong to show that I am bigger than their hatred
That I will go on
So I refuse to let myself accept that ever-consuming fear that grows in my stomach
It’s just indigestion
Just me being another overdramatic ***** kid
Just everyday life that I must adjust to anyways
I haven’t let myself feel since the incident occurred
And the reactions poured in
Drowning any sense of safety I used to feel
I am choking on their unadulterated bigotry
Gasping for air amongst the abundance of hatred
And I’m not sure if I’ll ever breathe right again
I spring awake at 4 a.m.
Because I guess it’s the only time I feel safe anymore.
School is a warzone for people like me
And I can't hide in the crowd so easily
When it's 1v300
So I'm desperately trying to hide behind my poetry
I spring awake at 4 a.m.
Because I don't know if my coping is working.
did not revise this at all, just a quick poem of my thoughts before i try to get back to sleep
Mikey Barnes Mar 29
pass it round the playground like your brother's ***** jokes
whisper it when i walk by like it's some filthy secret
corner me in the corridor and watch me stammer through an explanation
maybe if they'd taught you it we wouldn't need this conversation

hear it on the taunting lips of classmates
who then face no repercussions
smear it in your saviour's name in r.s. class discussions
tell me how it turns you on
tell me how it must be wrong
tell me how i don't belong
and the teachers will do nothing

scold it like a swear word when uttered in your classroom
blush when i bring it up as though no one's ever asked you
laugh it away with a wave of your hand
tell me i'm too young to understand

and you
***** kid with the lips zipped shut
search for it in tv shows and library books
search for it on youtube and on pornhub
hide it in your bedroom beneath the boyband posters
hide it in your hard drive in a discreetly misnamed folder
know you'll never mention it in your father's house
know you'll never hear it in your teachers' mouths

keep your head down in all those r.s. class discussions
flinch at the classmates
who then face no repercussions
and you know that it turns them on
and you know that it must be wrong
and you know that you don't belong
and the teachers still do nothing
a reflection on coming out very young and somewhat of a response to the current "debate" around lgbtq+ education in british schools. what the people fighting against equality forget is that there are lgbtq+ students in schools right now who could hugely benefit from the recognition of their existence by the education system
Kit Scott Mar 13
There is a hand in mine and it is warm. I am lost in the feel of it.

There is a forehead resting against mine, a hand at my back tracing my spine. Mine is on her hip and there we stand.

It has been so long.

And behind us I can feel a woman staring, to the side I can catch a glimpse of a man with a sour expression.

In a way, I want to shock them more, to horrify them by saying it isn't even two girls they're pulling faces at. Tell them that they are looking at a being with no gender - despite my tumble of hair and clear hips, chest still obvious even under two sports bras pressed tight.

But I won't. Because here I have something better. So for now I will let them believe it is two girls they are so disapproving of. Two children sharing a moment, is what we are. It makes little difference anyhow.

(They will keep staring and keep glaring and we will stand resilient in the face of it. It would be easier to pull a river from its course than to deny us our nature. There is love, here. There is warmth, here. That's all we need for the moment. That's all we care about. Their anger will not change us.)

And I let my hand trail to her waist, lock my arms tight about her.

It has been so long.

She buries her face in my shoulder and her hair tickles my cheek. I press my face to her neck and pull her tight and for a moment, I breathe her in.

It has been so long.

But we are together now. We are together now and we are wrapped in one another again.

I love her, I know, for all my youth.

I love her.

I lift my head a touch, resting my chin on her shoulder.

"You know," I say, sending a glare at a group of university students who look ready to make a fuss - I will not let them upset her. - "I do not think I would rather be anywhere but here."
Not quite traditional poetry, but eh. A little snippet about relationships and sexuality and gender and youth and how those things interact. Mostly, though, it's about hugs. And how ******* needy I am when it comes to touch.
Lorrin Feb 26
I am a part of a broken generation
Our economy
Our climate
Our very way of life
- broken -
I am apart from this broken generation
I will strive
To fix
To heal
To love
The hatred that spreads like cancer
Blackening the hearts of the world
I will stand apart
I will love the broken
And heal the hurting
And perhaps
The next generation
Will be a little less broken.
v Jan 6
(The one where I’m feeling sorry for my cheating ex-girlfriend.0

We met the grim reaper on my 18th birthday.
He arrived to the party, uninvited,
dressed in ribbons
and legality
and student loans.  

Driving a silver Sudan
Eminem turned all the way up,
He hard braked in the turn lane next to us,
Skillfully smirking, words pulled back on his tongue like arrows.
ready to strike.


There I sat, cross faded in your passenger seat, crying for the 50th time over how Brockhampton is like
The best thing to happen to rap since Odd Future.
Singing “who’s got the feeling” at the top of my lungs.

I got a kiss at every red light.
No matter how quickly you turned away

Back then red and orange traffic lights were our dancefloor
We stood glowing in our favorite colors
Making up for every touch we could not share at prom.
I thought “god, if this barres me from heaven I’m already here with her.”  

I’d heard he always shows up at the worst times.
He, the reaper.
He’d really been there all along
In the smile of the lady at iHOP who invited us to church
In the down turned edges of mouths on waiters faces when I say,
“no, sir, we’ll be paying together”
I saw two girls kissing in the corner tonight and I only wish you were here to see it too.
I beg you come be with me.
Careful pitches “See these examples see what we can have”
Blue blood runs dry when their hearts are still soaked in red,
so no the money isn’t worth staying for.
You’re suffocating in red and right and trump signs.

She’s screaming baby, my love, pretty girl,
You are just too far,
and I am just too lonely.
We spent hundreds of days hating ourselves for loving each other.
Maybe we were too busy hating ourselves to actually love each other
She cannot meet me in the middle when she shackled to the start.

She reminds me of the reaper,
He lives inside her.
In the memories of being called a ****** at Christmas dinner.
Between picking out pears in the grocery store.
In the happiness over a haircut.
Happiness from my hands

Our breakup was not clean or neat or wholesome
It was all tears and excuses and hatred.
I still should’ve been there,
You’re the only one who understood how badly loving me hurts
I know it’s hard to love me.
To be good enough for me.
I haven’t figured out how to be good enough for myself either.

We’re Joking about how you mother thought we sat in circles
Whispering secrets, braiding
instead of pulling hair.
Now I watch as you pull yours out
Because ******* it you’re trying.
White people get away with killing kids all the time
Why would this be any different?

I’m in your passenger seat again
Asking what’s wrong, please answer me.
Where have you gone?
I’m pounding on a sealed casket
Pounding on the earth you lay beneath.
She is silent.

We held each other in pools of tears
Repeating that one day it gets better.
One day.
I feel guilty for living that truth
While you are stuck.

Yet still,
I will smile every June 11th
And wish you well.
I hope you’re still swimming
The creek we loved picked up quite the current.
joriz Nov 2018
"Listen. I don't claim your words have power just as much as I don't claim my words do. I know that I can't change your mind just as much as you can't change the 100,000 people in this stadium. But, if you ask me, I don't want you to spend your time feeding us with your hate.

You can cite a verse from your own bible and I can cite mine. You can tell me that your God doesn't love me but mine does and he loves you as well and I'm at peace with that. I can tell you right now anything to combat your mockery towards people like me but I know that none of what I'd say would matter to you just as much as what you'd say won't matter to me and people like me.

I hope that you get my point; that none of what we do matters till we see the light and see St. Peter by the gate. Your words don't affect me and my words won't affect you. I can't change the way you view me and I can't change the way I view you.  This could lead to a war no one can win; a war, just like us, that seems so insignificant.

Though I don't claim that you don't have any impact on this world. You can still be gasoline in this world with a fire that sparked from hate. We seem insignificant; but that doesn't give us any right to not tame the dumpster fire we see burning. Your God and My God put us in the world for a reason; to keep that fire from spreading.

Life is fleeting here on earth. As Sáenz once said, "There are worse things in the world than a boy who likes to kiss other boys." And I don't claim I can change you, but I hope I don't see you in pride next year.

I don't want to see you hate anybody. I want to see you give out free hugs and positivity to everyone like me. "
Mr Quiet Nov 2018
"No one will accept you."
Said my conscience to myself.
So what's the point of not being alone?
When no one's there to say you're not going to ****.

And you define my identity as a tragedy,
You don't want my truth so you just deny.
So for once in your ignorant life,
Please have an open mind.

And if you decide to stop your fight,
Maybe we can settle this conflict,
And have a good time.

"You're just confused, you're too young for this."
Yet you expect me to give chocolates to a girl,
And give her a kiss.
Double standard at it's best,
Just accept me as myself.
Don't think I'm perplexed,
I know who I am and you can't change who I am and tell me to be someone else.

You say you worship Him,
You say that He is LOVE.
You say He washed my sins,
Stop acting like I'm a criminal.
Stop saying that we'll go to ****,
You're like the Pharisees.
You spread the opposite of what He tells,
You homophobic, extremist wannabes.

And I'm a Christian kid,
I believe in Him,
And if you think He hates me for my sins,
Then go ahead,
Let's settle this.

Let me believe,
That He still wants me.
And let me see,
From your actions,
He still wants me.
The "You" stands for every homophobic people i know
erin Oct 2018
he strongly gripped the nape of the boy's neck
and in his lips, he found nirvana.
a paradise filled with raindrops and waterfalls he could bathe under for eternity
and pixies dancing in the trees
but the fairies stared at him and their smiles turned to frowns
their eyebrows creased and their hands reached for him
claws extended
and they hissed '******' into his face
so he pulled away and said
"I'm sorry-
it just wasn't for me."
featuring a boy in denial
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