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Rowan Sep 2018
There's a huge bean bag in the corner
the color of rusted tree
and a white painted outline to hold two drawers
of colorful condoms next to the Keurig Machine.
Three circular winded fanciful lights strung above,
shedding semicircular splotches on the walls.
Looking out on the Brooklyn Bridge in the 1893
painted on in black and grey haunts.
There's a magnetic pillar to the left of the too-deep chairs
that at least are comfortable,
but no one has legs that long.
A magazine rack to the right lends a variety of color, from
Love Match to Lavender, it's a mismatch island.
Smells like plastic and a cold air, with a hint of college sweat.
And there's the squeaky roller chair full of business textbooks and drawings of pigeons and bitten fingernails and arms that lead to the edges of the paper.
Masked with worn All Star sketchers and three clocks ticking,
Long labored skies and horcruxes gathered round the edges.
Yet somehow with all the oddities combined,
it's safe and sound under the flag including.
The things we do
that we can’t do
in public
excites me.

Kiss
Hold hands
Embrace -

I thought
our consciousness
was supposed
to tell us
we are alive,
we are human.

But why does
it stops us
from doing things
others can?

We are different;

In public,
we are private
In private
we are public.

Who’s to blame?-

Never mind.

I love you,
And that’s all that matters.
he'll wait for you
to get home, at a party
where your soul is
practically naked

then you'll come home
to a beast, lying
dormant until
he laid his eyes on you

he will kiss you
like there's no
tomorrow

you'll beg for him
to give it all
like a savage beast
unchained

he'll *******
with such ferocity
and you'll ******* fall
in love

with the idea that
he is
your little secret

-

he'll hear what you say
while you're walking
in the reality
outside cages

you'll want to
with great desire
to hold his hand
but you must not

he'll snap
at the slightest moment
you touch his hand

you'll wonder if
you're with the same
beast, the one you've
been in bed with

after all,
you'll give up trying
while he's out
of his cage

cause he
is your little secret

-

you'll wait for him
to let go of his
chains that he put
when he's out


you'll try to kiss him
in the open, and he'll
resist, resist until
you get tired

and you'll blame yourself
for his lack of
courage

one day you'll ask him
why must he
be
your
little secret?

but you can't blame him

cause you've learned
to love
someone
who
doesn't embrace
who you are
what you are

but then again,
it's not his fault
it's
actually
yours.
Tyrus Aug 2018
I have new pronouns!
But first this poem doesnt rhyme.
I'm not sure if this is even a poem.
More of my...coming out.
A clarification of sorts.

At birth, the doctor said,
"It's a girl!"
Well, whoever stared into my mother's ******, looked at mine, and determined my ***/gender for me...
****.
Wrong.
Errrrrnn.
(Those were buzzer sounds.)

My name is not Madison.
And though I am the proud owner of a ******™.
I am not a female.
My pronouns are not she/her.

My name is Ty. Short for Tyrus.
I am the proud owner of a ******™.
And I have not one, not 3
but 2 pronouns.
He/him.
And/or
They/them.

Either one of those is fine.
To be honest really don't mind.

I just ask that you stay away from she/her. :)

Thank you for following this "thing" to this point.
And thank you for using correct pronouns!


Please read the bottom thing:
I'm working on turning this into an actual poem that rhymes and has nice grammar and ****. But for right now here you go, and BE PROUD OF WHO YOU ARE!
define trust

trust is more than just
taking off our clothes and
revealing bodies to each
other
or looking me in the eye
as you try to get
inside me
asking if it hurts
and permitting you to
speed up a little

trust is in the way
you look at me
when it’s obvious that
people are trying to get
your attention
or admitting that you did
some of your
little mistakes
and temptations
you’ve recently avoided

trust is how
you hold my hand
when we’re walking
down the alleys, unafraid
of what
people might say or do
or when I tell you
I miss you and come
running right after

it’s more than just ***
and loyalty
and accompaniment

it’s when
I say sorry a thousand times
and you never show tiredness

it’s when you ask me about
how my day went and just listen

it’s when you tell me that
you love me when
I did something out of place

for me
it’s how you
understand
listen
act

so,

should I trust you?
Paylei Rose May 2018
I understand that this isn't really your speed
Commitment isn't really my thing
We seem like two broken pieces of a puzzle
One day, the put us together and I found a purpose
For when I look at you all the anxiety goes away
You make my dreams come true when you stare into my eyes
I might just be a lovesick poet
But you made me who I am today

I'm not scared of commitment anymore
As long as it's with you
I could spend a lifetimes with you
Because you're the last puzzle piece to the puzzle of life
Ezis Mar 2018
Everyone has this checklist in their head
of reasons to have ***
I'm different from my friends
their lists are small and not all requirements need to be met
and thats okay
but mine looks a little different
and thats okay

[  ] Emotional Connection
[  ] Physical Attraction
[  ] Understanding
[  ] Length of Time Known

I'm learning and growing about who I am
S/O all my demisexuals
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