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zero Dec 2017
There was a boy
I had never seen cry,
but every time someone mentioned home...
his voice began to waver,
and his eyes,
Well,
his eyes...
they misted...
The boy who ran away from home,
just to find himself longing for it again,

-Hollow.xo
trashcanpoetry Dec 2017
dear me in the 8th grade-

you haven’t even realized you like like boys yet.
you haven’t realized that all of those gay jokes are about you
so they don’t hurt your feelings, yet.
you haven’t seen what it’s like to be labeled as something, and also that the same label happens to be what everyone will know you as.
you didn’t realize that accepting yourself a lot sooner would’ve saved you a lot of memories you’d prefer to forget.

dear me in the 11th grade-

you’ve realized that after dating so many girls,
something just wasn’t really right.
you couldn’t pin-point it so you just ignored it.
maybe you thought love just wasn’t for you.
it wasn’t until that car ride with dad that you understood why everything was so confusing.
“be honest with me kid, are you gay?”
“oh ****...”
it was something that hadn’t even crossed my mind.

dear me in my 3rd year of college-

you’re definitely gay.
you’re challenged by the fact that you can’t hold your boyfriends hand in public the same way that your sisters and their boyfriends can.
you hate that dating through apps like
grindr and tinder seem to be the
best way to find “love”.
however, you love the fact that you now know exactly who you are, and you are unapologetic.
zero Nov 2017
I can't concentrate because of your words,
the ones I can't help but listen too.
You say people are selfish
for loving two kinds of people, not one.
You say that it's confusing,
to like both sexes the same.

Like we need you to understand,
like we need your permission to like who we want to like

I never asked you at all.
To the girls on my English Lit course,
*******.

-Z.xo
Simon Soane Nov 2017
I'm glad when I dispensed with toys
I preferred girls
to boys,
not to say there would have been anything wrong
with skipping down Canal Street  singing a song, with hunky blokes as far as the eye can see,
it's okay for others
just not for me.
If the caprice of sexuality swayed the other way
I believe I may not have woke with you today,
our hand holds lost
in a flurry of men
all giving a toss;
but rather then know a cockatoo I know you, another bird;
my intimate hit,
bringing peace of kit,
a tantalising fit.
zero Oct 2017
Women, with bags,
and children with overalls,
ride the city train in hopes of a new day.
Yet are deaf to the
screams of the streetcars,
the breaking of the destroyed,
and the love of the silenced masses.
Listen, they speak quietly.

-Hollow.
zero Oct 2017
Sometimes I think the stars came out
for us,
but then I remember,
it was you that left.
My people, My planet,
He is gone.
-Z.xo
Cody Haag Apr 2017
Lost something along the way,
Fell off the broken path.
Struggled with being gay,
Felt the world's wrath.
We all know about Rudolph
and how his nose lights up the night
And olive, the other reindeer
Who help Santa with his flight

But, there's one who is forgotten
From the Christmas songs and rhymes
And I think you should hear about him
Yes, I think it is about time

Randy was a reindeer
He liked to play the reindeer games
But he too, was like Rudolph
And the others called him names

Randy, wasn't much at flying
Didn't like going out most nights
Randy, well, he was just different
You see, he was afraid of heights

He couldn't see where he was going
Either in the day or night
You see Randy needed glasses
He had a problem with his sight

His balance was in question
Always falling to the ground
If a reindeer falls in the forest
Does that reindeer make a sound?

He had a skin condition
He needed special cream to help
The harness didn't help him
In fact, it made him yelp

He was shorter than the others
And his stride was a bit off
And when Santa came to see him
Randy had a nervous cough

He didn't like the female reindeer
He liked the males, more than he should
Randy was "light up in the antlers"
And to Santa, that's no good

Santa couldn't fly with Randy
Randy's name, it was all wrong
It screamed out Broadway not of Christmas
It didn't work in all the songs

Santa said "you're a strange reindeer"
"You can't fly, you're blind and gay"
"And if you led my team out"
"We'd not be done in just one day"

"I'm sorry, reindeer Randy"
"I have to cut you from the team"
"They play one side,you're another"
"If you know what Santa means"

So, Randy, he just wanders
Round the north pole all the while
Bumping into things and falling
With his light antlers and strange smile

He's not a famous reindeer
And I think that it's ok
That Santa has a reindeer
Who, we now all know is gay.
D 3 Sep 2016
There is girl
who is as beautiful as the sun
has hair the color of autumn
her skin ever so flawless as it was.
Today someone called her a name
I won't even say,
because it's that bad.
She crys her heart out
on the bathroom floor
and I want to comfort her
and tell that she was beautiful
I want to tell her
that I have spent an eternity
praying that she would notice me
but that would have made it obvious I was staring.
You're not supposed to look at girls that way
but I can't help it
because those eyes are the only thing I want see
before I close my eyes to dream of her waking up beside me
Those lips are the only ones I want to be kissing at 2 am
and its storming outside
and she has to cuddle closer to me because she's scared
Those arms I want wrapped around my neck
as I carry her over the bed we share
to make her squirm under my touch
because ******* I love her
She is my everything
but I will never ******* have her
because she insist of dressing her best
to impress the guys
when they will never appreciate her the way that I do
They will never look at her the way that I do  
and as silly as I may sound
I hate her in all that she is
but she is my everything
and I ******* love her.
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