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A girl sits at a brown desk using her right hand she's meant to use to write in
Neat joined up letters.
The girl next to her and the girl next to her does the same.
Except the first girl uses her pencil to draw
Greyscale Flags and hearts around a fourth
Girl's name.
One Lash. And a Dunce. But what they see as
Punishment she sees as a Crown
A crown to paint Pink, Orange and White.
A gym line up for Boys and Girls.
But a boy with a forced on dress has to stay with the girls.
The girl next to him and the girl next to her are confused about why
The boy uses his voice to protest against
Blue and Pink bibs and separation of genders when he
Is a boy
Two Lashes. And a Dunce. But what they see as
Punishment he sees as a Crown
A crown to paint Blue, White and Pink.
A person sits on a church pew using their hands to clasp together in
Prayer for a partner.
The boy next to them and the girl next to him wish for the same in theory.
Except the person uses their hands to pray against
Ever having a partner and marriage and *** when they
Don't feel in that way.
Three lashes. And a Dunce. But what they see as
Punishment the person sees as a Crown
A crown to paint Blue, White, Yellow and Orange.
Because you see,
A Punishment is never a punishment at all if we combat it with
PRIDE.
15h ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:23 PM UTC
i will never understand
why there is so much hatred
towards a community
so built on love
that it can be seen
in every color of our rainbow
red is the blazing fire
the all-consuming passion
our heartbeats pounding
in unison
orange is the citrus
the shared snack
basking in the tangy sugariness
juice running down our faces
yellow is the sunshine
the light
the joy of being who we are
and letting ourselves shine through the grey
green is the emerald
the precious gem we found
underground and buried in stone
while at our deepest and darkest
blue is the sky
on a cloudless summer day
serene and undisturbed
peaceful
indigo is the flood
the unstoppable force
breaking down walls
and transcending all barriers
violet is the flowers
and butterflies
and beautiful moments
we thought were out of reach for us
the reality is
there will always be people
who choose to hate us
for our electric love
but at the end of the day
they're the ones missing out
because they've made themselves blind
to our screaming color
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 11:44 PM UTC
you say that you have to reconcile
living with being single, but here
take my hand, we'll make it worthwhile–
the time we have, drinking cheap beer,
and sharing secret touches
under the table.
nobody here judges
its just us two, no need for labels
dance with me, bro,
they're playing the beatles
on the jukebox, volume low,
our tanned skin brushing like needles
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 5:12 PM UTC
One day,
The world will hear my name.
See my success,
And I will use my fame
To support the poor.
Give some to charity,
And then a bunch more.
The world will hear
Of a psychologist
An artist
A queer Muslim
An author
And I will hear it all
Proud of myself
Of who I am
Who I was
And who I will be.
Some day,
I will be proud of myself.
One day.
And a child will see me
Reading my name on a book
Or watching a bit of TV
And inspiration will flood her mind
And the world will hear my name.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 8:23 PM UTC
She kissed me first beside the river,
where the watter carried branches south.
I remember her hands were trembling.
She wore her mother’s little silver cross,
darkened near the chain.
When I touched it, she moved away.
She would not meet my eyes
during liturgy.
She stood stiff among the candles.
I watched the old women bow their heads.
I watched wax gather at the saints’ feet.
Outside, the bells went on ringing.
There were women outside
selling poppies wrapped in newspaper.
Their fingers red from the cold.
I bougth flowers for my grandmother
and carried them like an apology,
when I wanted to take her hand.
She began walking home
on the opposite side of the road.
So our shoulders would never touch.
I used to think,
if I loved her gently enough
it would stop frightening her.
But fear raised her.
It sat beside her at supper.
It slept beside her childhoud bed.
It followed us
through every narrow street
lit blue with evening.
Once, in winter, she pressed a parcel into my hands,
a little painted Mary.
I understood her then.
And I kept it hidden
Inside a schoolbook for years.
Last spring I saw her by accident
lighting a candle for the dead.
I looked at her.
Not with anger.
And for one foolish moment
I am fourteen again.
standing beside her in her gloves.
Watching snow gather in her dark hair
while neither of us says,
what we cannot survive saying aloud.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 1:15 PM UTC
hm
i don’t feel that
bad about him leaving
and why would i?
he never wanted to be
with me, said he didn’t say a lie
when he said he won’t date
a believer. i just wanted to see
whether this would come late
at night or early in the morning.
midday is such a strange time
to cut your line.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
Ahora entiendo por qué
el acto de escribirse cartas es entre mujeres
era la forma en el siglo de antes de esconder el amor que había entre dos mujeres
dónde las palabras decían más que las acciones
Escribimos cartas con mensajes ocultos donde dos personas enamoradas se consuelan
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 10:46 PM UTC
Going back, I keep seeing the same sight,
And living now, it still feels so **** right,
To live my life like I really want,
Without feeling every corrected pronoun as a taunt,
I just want others to see me for what I am,
But even this sole request, for them it’s like a **** exam,
Which they didn’t bother to study for,
It was a subject they just wanted to ignore.
The more I think about it, the more I end up in despair,
Longing for someone to at least somehow care,
Having no one, I somehow wanna hope,
One day I can be who I want, without having to cope.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 12:36 PM UTC
Valley's low
and mountains high
Blotched with forests
wheat and rye.
Ivory canvas
maps unfurl.
Perfect skin
makes not the girl.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
harry, you’re the
one i need to be
mine, i robbed the love
in your eyes by my
selfish works, coves of
deep serpentine, sparkling
in anticipation for something
more than we were
took you into the bathroom
and left in different states
do you ever regret the true
ending of our fate?
i don’t know, but when
i see you, you talk to me
the absence of your kiss my eternal lent
can’t you see?
thunder rolling as i write this
poem, clouds obscuring, miss
the shot, miss the sun
covered up by my lies
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 10:30 AM UTC
The pondwater turns
my face blue in the reflection
as it spins it in absurd circular patterns.
Half-sunken, the way
a duck might
with their duck siblings,
I swim in ripples
double my duck height.
I waddle like a duck
I quack like a duck
but my feet aren’t webbed
and I quack without a beak
so I must not be a duck.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 8:15 PM UTC
Deep beneath
the surface of my brown eyes
lies a shunned woman
dressed in red silk
with purple striations
laced with venom.
She swims in the dark pool
of my pupils, waiting
to be plucked from her prison.
The water was supposed to be pink,
but she knew it had been born blue.
Deep beneath
the burdens of boyhood
lies an enigmatic girl
who wants to be seen,
so she plays the endless theatre
dance—until she’s cast as man.
The pool beckons her to merge
from day one—the devilish snake
comes nearer as her body deforms
into an ugly, hairy monster.
He sinks his fangs into her wrist;
spools of venom release
and she never lets him go—
filling my pupils with oceans of her blood,
my eyes turn from brown to blue.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 12:17 AM UTC
i despair, darling, over the
littlest things i do wrong.
did i overstep? starling, i
dread to think i did,
profaning you.
but then you arise
with words that clash
with my self-inflicting lies
and your eyes that watch over me
begging on my knees
for you to
give me that release of forgiveness
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 8:27 PM UTC
I cannot let myself wither under the Sun,
He keeps me warm.
I mustn't shielf myself,
Even if it kills me.
I let His rays burn my flesh,
Because that is how it's meant to be.
I long for the Moon's attention,
but She's just as scared as me.
We don't see eye to eye,
We never will.
My heart longs for Her -
But the Sun stands in my way.
Still, Her presence sends a tingle through my body
And around Her, I cannot think properly
They say the Sun owns me -
But you wouldn't understand,
I know the Moon can love me better than any Sun can.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 7:08 PM UTC
If you turned me inside out,
Perhaps I'd fit into heaven.
Take my limbs apart,
Drench them in bleach,
Strip away my sin.
Drown me in your water,
Suffocate your own daughter,
Strangle her -
With the cross necklace you bought her.
Hold me -
Hang me high upon a star,
let my stinging body dry.
Satisfy your voyeuristic tendencies
Of watching thy neighbour die.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 9:28 PM UTC
i hate that
once upon a time your
presence meant perfection for me
for now i have been across the other side,
and have seen that your eden, with neon green
artificial vines and leaves, is like you're Skegness
compared to his Botany Bay
his inward beauty doesn't
leave me
after i go to sleep at 2:12am
like you once did
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 3:15 PM UTC
babe, let me swear
over that sacred altar where
sacrifice and sin are ne’er
left levied. your hair
falls down onto your aquamarine eyes,
framing them like a sycamore window.
let me swear to you, to be yours, lows and highs,
now and evermore.
let me be your man and
if you will, be mine too.
who cares what my parents think?
‘what God has joined, let
no man put asunder’
as the liturgist says, yet
what my heart desires most is to be under
you
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 4:15 AM UTC
too quick to be your lover
too slow to make my escape
into the inky irises, cover,
hide under trees and run over landscapes
and i know that the Lord will
take you away, despite my
pleas and begging 'til
my knees are bruised and bleeding
my hands pattering down the glass.
that word, that filthy word 'conceding'
is not mine, seen plainly when i see your ***
i can say it many different ways, my lover, hear:
i dont know, i don't have an answer, words sweet to your ear
and sour to my lips. my prideful, boastful lips
you bless with your fingertips
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 12:24 PM UTC
Even if you don't want
a knot tying our hands together
or papers in a calligraphic font,
I still want to be with you, forget the tether
You, you can't understand
the flowing amber trickling down
my ***** and you can't begin to withstand
the rushing lava on my head, uncrowned.
My books and tradition is
swept aside like dust for your sake, handsome.
And why?
i dont know
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 6:37 PM UTC
I want to feel
those rose-thorns in my hand,
digging into my flesh, skins peel.
Your skin is without blemish and
perfect till I come unto your soul
like Brendan searching for land
and instead finding your whole
bunch of letters, stacked slightly
on a table supported by wellwishing.
I find myself imagining you tightly
wrapped around my finger, never fishing
for compliments but for true love.
Lover, let me love you as I have been
whether this will work has not been seen.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 9:09 PM UTC
I wish you were real,
Your sweet scent,
Your sweet words,
I want to hear more.
I look at you,
Sometimes,
You're so cruel and cold now,
Where have you gone?
You're in my dreams,
Every night,
I miss you dearly.
I see us laughing,
Being happy,
You bless me,
Give me advice,
Listen.
I don't want to wake up,
I want to see,
The angel in my dreams.
Don't wake me up,
Don't leave,
Please.
I want to see the angel in my dreams.
I'm scared of reality,
I'm scared,
To face the person you've become.
I'm scared you'll hate me even more.
Just be my angel,
Don't leave my sight,
Don't just tell me it'll be alright.
I want your kindness,
Your sweet, words of grace,
I miss you in real life.
Don't leave me,
Stay the angel of my dreams,
Forever and ever.
I'll pray for your presence every night,
Now till forever.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 4:56 PM UTC
Shoulder to shoulder with you
Rather than shoulder to shoulder with my reflection in the window
I scored true love but I guess I never really win though
Beautiful months with you-- where's all the time?
But I guess the butterflies went with the wind flow.
Facetime call after an hour of text
I was blushing through my dark skin--
You saw little specks--
Little chili pepper sprinkles all over my cheeks
You're the chili flake on my pizza, I needed a piece.
Visiting your abode more than once and seeing your dog I can't be done
Your mountain of covers and the weighted pillow you know I like--
The tray of ashes next to your bed but our love was never dead
The Nike slides beside you but you never got up and left
The socks I received after I stepped in your dogs ***
I never caught myself remembering details but when it's you
The finest hairs are visible.
"You are 15"--
"What do you mean...love?"
Flip around the numbers...
That's the area my mom thinks I'm in when I mention love.
Grey rainbows
Black sun
Cold lava
Soft bamboo
I am too taboo.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 7:35 PM UTC
three days and four nights,
i had him free and for me,
but why do i care
love is a strange thing,
i never did like my
ex when i dated him but,
somehow four days made me
like a swooning dog
cursed be love,
cursed be myself for
trusting St Julian 'all shall
be well', i feel
like i'm
going to explode into
three pieces: my heart,
my body and my fourhead
because Lord knows three or four
nights in heaven isn't enough
for a sinner like me
eating from the tree of life, and
for what? kicked out of Eden,
cut off from him.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 3:32 AM UTC
refreshing that friend request page,
murmuring prayers that
don't get answered in the way i want
i don't get it, he has my number,
my snapchat account, my admiration
why would he contact me through roblox?
keep looking up his account to see if he's online,
he never is. like a ghost he just
haunts the hallways of my mind
a wilting wreath of roses upon my soul,
compliments he gave me - that i could not
get rid of - and yet sicken me now
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 3:14 AM UTC