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May 1d
I remember lying on my bed late at night
The images of that.. survey
tattooed behind my eyelids

I remember having to check off the boxes that apply
But how can you apply a label to the deep down feeling of being bullied
How can you label the sleepless nights and tempest-tossed days,
Of lying in bed wondering when the world will change

When you want to make a difference
But it’s hard
Because people won't listen

When innocence is dressed as protection
The lines get fuzzy
Because I can remember times when my age cost me my innocence
And my innocence cost me my age

"The resources that we provide
The time that has been generously set aside
You need to pick a side"
But there are too many unanswered questions about this list of what feels like right and wrong answers

But it's okay, because there’s an “all of the above" option

The messages students are sending out are being ignored
We talk to the janitor, instead of the head of the school board
When the teacher who said they'd to help you decides to retire
We are tired

This form is supposed to help us
But it has formed into an endless hole of anger and confusion
We are tired of being told that we are safe when our safety seems to be disguised as a Google questionnaire.

So I lay on my bed for a little while longer
And thought of this poem
To all the girls and the boys
And everyone in between
Who’s ever struggled with self-worth
And even self-esteem
We are in this together
We can work to be better
So we won’t have to lay in bed,
wondering when the questions won’t make us question our inherent value

Because we are worth something
Something more than what we know
More than hair, makeup, piercings and clothes
This is some progress, a movement, a fight that can grow
And hopefully one day... our identities can show
And all of this can start by hanging up a rainbow :)
I performed this slam poem at a Day Of Silence event held by my school. The week before, I had been asked to complete a survey, that would "anonymously inform faculty about LGBTQ discrimination in the school system"
I’ve got a pic of you hugging that street light
You have a vid of us playing in leaves
Soft wind took those crimson leaves on a free flight
And so did you when I saw you in dreams

I still feel that scent when we were on the park bench
While rain kept on showering all around
The droplets were like in invisible carnage
And so were my feelings that made me feel drowned
By the end of these pages I’m gonna die
I hope they’ll get over it and they wouldn’t cry
Though your tears look gorgeous on handsome cheeks
So sad I won’t watch you weeping for weeks
love with a boy

with the grace of an elephant
i fall in love with a boy
it happens slowly
and then all at once
it is loud and sharp and harsh
like fireworks and explosions
rough hands running over hips
gripping tighter in fear of letting go
harsh love and lust pull closer together
the forms that resemble magnets
drifting closer together from opposite poles
until they collide with touches and breaths
and they lay there
without a care in the world

love with a girl

with the grace of an angel
i fall in love with a girl
it is fragile and new
like a bird’s egg in spring
it is as soft as fresh cotton
and as gentle as her own hands
lips brush in kisses that make you shiver
and fingers intertwine to set
butterflies loose inside of you
begging to burst free at any time
love is scattered across me
like the freckles on her face
and it sits in my heart
light as a feather
my lover twirls grace and beauty
between her fingertips
her golden hair gleams like sunlight
and her breath flows like wind
i can liken her to flowers
but they hold no candle to her
she moves like a river
gentle, slow, and flowing
i understand now the desire
that Eve had that day in Eden
aching to feel the sweet nectar
flow down her chin and to her breast
wanting to taste what she never could have
and, God, did it feel good.
Farzaneh Qaf Oct 19
Don't let me soak in thy dream
Don't even send me letters nor thy purple screams
Thou Art the wind that blows
Through the forests of lost souls of some broken holes
Smell of sadness on thy lips' pinky shades
Shall I seek it? Or just leave it so it fades
Thy majestic horrible mind, made a trick of glorified love song
I loved that song, with every and each cell of my heart and mind
Thou possessive sacred *****
****** the blood of my vessels
Into your glass of thy muscles
To impower the brutal heart of thine
Never mind
When I die
I will be fine
Ash Oct 17
A world where you need to hide,
a world where you need to abide.
As your inner self has died,
people not knowing the times you cried.

A world where you would need to impress,
a world where you would need to suppress.
The real you that you want to express,
until your mind slowly becomes a mess.

People who expects you to be perfect,
someone who doesn't have any defect.
That's when they give you respect,
when you show them you are not a reject.

Parents disowning their children,
just because they were different.
You can only come back when you repent,
or experience hell's eternal torment.

This is still the world we live in,
Can't be comfortable in your own skin.
And just by being yourself would be a sin.
Whatever you choose you can never win.
Remember how you kissed me in the train car
Old lady starring at us, trying not to giggle
Your eyes were like an evil work of art
And fingerprints you left was a majestic riddle

Remember how frosty was the car then
And your hot breath appeared to be my only comfort
Some wicked whispers from behind again
And dreary memories of lonely torrid summer

Remember smell of cheap perfumes
That was as soft as wild violets
Do you remember how they bloomed
When you revealed all your violence?

Remember breeze from open windows
And flavor after shower rain
Remember me when I was infant,
And you were kissing me in train
And so is me who’s getting tired
And so my friends are tired and bored
My dog is whining, violets dying
Because of my impatient soul

I play the piano early morning
I play guitar in midnight silence
When sun appears I start my mourning
When cloud kills it I praise violence

On rainy days I’m writing poems
Not very good ones, I quite hate them
Because they seem like dying roses
That suffocate from shower raining

It seems so black, all that surrounds me
But I’m not blind, I see quite clear
The darkness finally found me
It’s time for me to disappear

And what’s the point of the fighting
You wouldn’t punish all the jerks
I tried to hide myself in writing
But it is not how my life works
My little blue jeans notebook
Is where I’m writing all my thoughts
It was the only thing I took
When I was wasted drinking shots

And there is all my drinking rave
My messed up cursive side-to-side
Some ugly thoughts of ugly grave
Your pretty flowers by it’s side

My memories light up the dwelling
I’m getting anxious, shaky, scared
Of all those fancy things ur telling
And many more that you still bear

Our life is full of small disasters
It’s full of running, full of laughter
And on the scene there are two actors
Me and My Book With Endless Chapters
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