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Kail 2d
So it's National Coming Out day.
A moment to get it off your chest and say
that you're transgender, bisexual, lesbian or ***.
A lot of my friends I know feel this way.

I have brothers and sisters within Church walls
who feel this way too, but are terrifed to be called
any of these labels, lest they lose their home
and get stripped of everything they've ever known

their desires are talked about like these diseases
creases on their soul for which they could never atone
or iron out with good behavior
or the most devout times of prayer

I think of this, and my heart breaks for you
because I admit, I've been there too
wanting for things I'm afraid to say
because of the way that I could be shamed

I don't quite agree with calling myself ***
because Christ doesn't identify me this way
yet I can't help at times but be distracted
by the reality that I'm same-*** attracted

The church, I think, is too afraid
to face the fact that there are many who feel the same
we shame these desires from a distance,
talking like it's us VS them, as if that ecplises
the fact that this can happen to any of us

can we trust that Jesus is not afraid of this?
That his body is meant to be a safe haven
not a place where anyone fears being hated
for things they have no idea how how to change
as if anyone had a clue in the first place

I'm not here to justify my sin, or anyone else's
I'm not here to inspire sympathy or make excuses
I just want to admit that I'm not perfect
and if someone else is able to say it too because of me,

I think that's worth it.
A poem I wrote for #comingoutday.
Erian Oct 4
Your smile
It's something that no one else can compare

Your laughter
It brings out my worries and pains

If only you knew how much
You make my stomach flutter

I can't help it
Falling for your smile
KAE Oct 3
I used to breathe you (in)
now I’m breath you out
I'm throwing you out
The Vault Sep 26
You have stole my heart
The poetry you write
Seeps into my soul
A beautiful cup of tea
Hot and ready
And I will drink deeply
And give my tea
Back to thy
My perfect
Diary of Jane Sep 25
At least I don't have to see you with her everyday now.

I don't get to see you either, anymore.
Maria Etre Sep 23
The ethics of falling in love with a muse
defy the laws of Earthly logic
a curse blinding potential lovers
and gating your heart
Grey Sep 22
I smile whenever my phone lights up and your names on there
When I’m with you, even sitting on the couch is fun
We can watch random videos and laugh or walk down the streets from your place and talk
I find myself wandering about another adventure we can go on
I often worry about if you made it home safely
Or sometimes I wonder if you’ll like that stuffed elephant or stitch
Walking through the stores I see little things that either remind of you or the trip we went on together
I’ve never felt more happy at being a part of your life
It might not be a relationship where I can tell everyone on the planet that I’m yours and you’re mine
Meeting you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me
Being your friend, or as you say one of your best friends is better than not being able to talk to you at all
Sometimes I do hope and dream though
I feel like everyone's letting me go
Like they kicked me out their minds
Like they ripped me out their heart
its sad
like u push them away
but did they ever even wanna stay
Seanathon Sep 16
Square me up with a new a vengeance
  Strike thunder of a different kind
    Pray not to see my gleaming face when you're ahead
      But hear me first
        Boom loud with anticipation
          When you're behind
I've seen thunder strike from the ground up. And it's ****** amazing!
ramble on to your hearts discontentment
for as long as it is discontented
rambling will be the cure,
poems deep rock sourced,
from sorcery, for good!

as long as spoke, needy needed,
their wandering brick path is
the road to a content finale
she’ll alone recognize
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