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Alicia De Smet Jul 2016
I live in a ****** appartment, in a "****** and dangerous" neighbourhood, in the city that stole my heart.

And guess what?
I love going to that ****** place, because that place became my home.
And it doesn't matter that I don't even have place to do a pirouette, because this city gives me so much joy and I am gratefull to be living in a place like this.

I love how people randomly smile at each other and say hi, I love how easy it is to make friends, and I'm gratefull that this city accepted me the way I am, when I had a hard time accepting myself.
sierra Jun 2016
He kisses his boyfriend on the street
While another couple decides what to eat
A father of two enraged by the love
decides to take their lives
his gun fits like a glove
50 dead because they were gay
More than 50 injured in the same way
Because a man was offended
he thinks it's okay
thinks it's okay to fire away
To take the breath from beating hearts
to make people feel like they must not be a valuable work of art
How could someone commit a hate crime so cruel
to ****** people he considered "unusual"
The mother of a victim was not ready to rent a hearse
His brother curses and thinks he's the worst
How could someone be so monstrous?
Making every LGBTQ+ member feel cautious
Cautious of losing their life in the street
Making them fear going out to eat
Going to shows, to movies, even the grocery store
This is not life.
This is like war.
I've been thinking about this non stop all day. As a member of the LGBTQ+ community and knowing many/dating a member of the community I felt I had to end my writing hiatus and post something about this horrendous act. Everyone out there: please stay safe. This is terrifying.
Nick Moser May 2016
"You can't fix all your sad and pathetic problems by writing another ****** poem."

Well, I can try.
So yes, this is another ****** poem.
Nestoria LR May 2016
i often hear holding things dear,
ive never been sure why "forever"
felt as suffocating as this deal im making
with the devil,
this life im faking, lives ive been taking

why is forever, a wide eyed believer?
greener than greed, darker than lust
poison ivy climbing from out of my eyes
just to remind me
that forever
will always stay longer
than you ever would.
you know i'd never forget it, not again
Alice Baker Jan 2016
do you ever mess up something super duper minor and no one else thinks it an issue and you see that but on the inside you just feel like collapsing and crying and folding into little pieces of human origami because god it would be wonderful to be anything but yourself?
May E V Watson Nov 2015
My skin is frying, I can't stop crying, I feel like I'm dying.
Your touch soothes my fever, your arms hold me together, your bed is my grave.
...
  This flame of desire inside me burning so bright,
only you can save me on this night.
...
Here I lay dripping with desire,
for your arrival to calm my fire.
  Fill me, tempt me, push me to the limit,
with your burning, chilling touch of Frostbite,
Please save me this night!
...
Call me your "Good Girl", pet me, Play,
withdraw your heat and watch me sway,
Please Sir, don't take this blissful feeling away.
...
I wait on my knees by your side,
Not because I am expected to,
but because it is where I feel safest.
...
**** me roughly, love me tenderly
Strip me bare till there's nothing left, build me up and tear me apart
In your calloused hands, I place my tender heart.
...
Gree has moved away and I was turned to the Dom/sub culture shortly beforehand. I just started having the words stick in my head and wanted to say them somewhere.  
  This is unfinished as of yet and I will be adding to in in the coming weeks as inspiration hits.
Eve Oct 2015
It doesn’t make much sense to me
how those cigarettes make it easier for me to breathe
I wish I could see clearer
But I’m stuck in the cloud of my own smoke
Lmaooo i wish i knew how to do the things you guys do
madrid Oct 2015
L.
It ruined my life
And shattered my bones, *******
Let me go, oh love.
Never again shall it get the best of me.
the white deer Sep 2015
Shall I compare thee to a rusty basketball hoop?

I feel the same way when I touch you:

You’re familiar, constant, friendly, but apt to hurt me if I come too close.

Each time I cut my hand on you,

I’m asking everyone, Should I go to the ER?

Everyone is asking me:

Why don’t you get a new basketball hoop?
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