It's hard just throwing out stares in every direction
Trying to pierce hearts with your eyes
So that eventually one time, you'll hit
And they'll be looking for you,
Lost

anything works really,
anything...


something
megan 4d

your forehead against mine
the delicious chocolate color of your eyes,
intensely looking into mine.

my palms are sweaty
they move to your waist.

your arms around my neck,
they pull me closer.
your hot breath spills onto my lips making me shiver.
i swallow my nerves.
time seems to pass so slow
you lean in and press your lips to mine
your lips soft and plump
my heart is racing
it all comes crashing down again when you pull away,
almost as if you’ve sucked the life out of me and i cannot catch my breath.
you giggled and ran off into his arms,
down another glass of whatever intoxicated you.

that was the first time I tasted your lips
as soon as I experienced it, I never did again.
your love for me stopped where anyone else was around,
my love for you lives on everywhere we’ve been.

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Ollie Nov 18

I don’t like to be scared
On my best days I have my worst nights but I don’t bother putting up a fight
I just put some music on
The kind that keeps me in my mood
But still lets me think straight
Straighter than I can
There’s this boy called Wil Straight at my school
I’m scared for him
I gravitated to him, really
Because I gravitate towards the broken people
Maybe someday Wil will tell me what willed him to be the way he is
He’s dark green
The soft kind
There’s a boy who isn’t straight at my school
He probably deserves better than he’s gotten
Tonight he told me, “I’m gonna fuck a boy and then give up.”
He asked me, the lesbian, where I could find a condom
I told him I’d bet that some other guy had one on him
He’s 14
I know too many boys who I thought were just pretty girls when we first met
I know too many broken boys and I know too many broken girls
Tonight I told my friends as we sang along to the broken chorus,
“There will be a day when I can sing this last verse truthfully and it be well-fulfilled, but for now let us lie to ourselves in the knowledge that we love one another because it will make that day come ever so sooner”
I don’t tell people I love them enough
But glory my head and heart do
They do a lot
And I don’t want to lose them
But as the lyric “who can relate?” came on at that school dance
We all had our hands in the air
And I could see it in their eyes
It’s a song about suicide that we sing
The song that tells us it wants us to be alive
And God we don’t want to be
But we do it for each other
I had a good day
The fear of losing them kicked in
I’m so scared and I know I can’t
There’s this guy who wasn’t a guy that feels broken
On the inside
I don’t often ask him about it
I don’t know if he knows I know but I know and he might tell me no
But that’s okay
Tonight I cry for Wil Straight
Boy who isn’t straight
Guy who wasn’t a guy
Green boy
Girl who likes foxes
Peaceful girl who listens to heavy metal music
Girl who is still with us despite being okay
Girl with a boy’s name
Those are just the ones I see face to face
Just the ones who tell me
There’s too many of them
I’m sorry!
But I still love you like my dad loves chocolate
Like gay people love rainbows
Like people with anxiety love public speaking
But most of all
I love you the same way you love me(and maybe a little more)

today I had an extremely good day. I went on a girls only field trip about stem careers and then hit the school dance with my awkward friends. I spent most of the night telling them just how much I love them and not being afraid to dance. 1-800-273-8255 came on. I got home and realized just how many of them could actually relate, how many didn’t want to participate because of the tears. and then I had an overwhelming fear of losing them.
zero Oct 29

Women, with bags,
and children with overalls,
ride the city train in hopes of a new day.
Yet are deaf to the
screams of the streetcars,
the breaking of the destroyed,
and the love of the silenced masses.

Listen, they speak quietly.

-Hollow.
zero Oct 25

Women, with bags,
and children with overalls,
ride the city train in hopes of a new day.
Yet are deaf to the
screams of the streetcars,
the breaking of the destroyed,
and the love of the silenced masses.

Listen, they speak quietly.

-Hollow.
allie Oct 10

Shooting stars shining down on your face
Dancing in the moonlight with you
You keep me calm when I'm a certain disgrace
You keep me on my toes with your moves

And you pulled me inside out and outside in
Give my heart palpitations, keep my pulse racing

Oh and I can't see straight when I'm thinking 'bout you
Yeah you make my head spin with the things that you do
I feel dizzy when you tell me you love me too
I can't see straight when I'm thinking 'bout you

You're making magic got me under your spell
Girl you got the music in you
I'm falling for you and I know you can tell
'Cause you're reciprocating it too

You turned me upside down and downside up
Give me an education, how to fall in love

Oh and I can't see straight when I'm thinking 'bout you
Yeah, you make my head spin with the things that you do
I feel dizzy when you tell me you love me too
I can't see straight when I'm thinking 'bout you

Oh no, sing it to me now
And I'm head over heels and heels over head
You're the only explanation for my discombobulation, baby

I can't see straight when I'm thinking 'bout you
Yeah you make my head spin with the things that you do
I feel dizzy when you tell me you love me too
I can't see straight when I'm thinking 'bout you

I feel dizzy when you tell me you love me too
I can't see straight when I'm thinking 'bout you
No I can't see straight when I'm thinking 'bout you

credit: can't see straight by jaime lawson
Terry Collett Jun 28

The straight jacket
holds you firm;
they put you down
on the wooden bench,
sit there Yvonne, sit still,
the nurse says, and don't bite.

You watch
the nurse walk off,
her uniform dark blue,
the white headdress,
holds her brown hair in place,
but does nothing for her face,
hard and heavy jawed.

Your bare feet
sense the carpeted floor;
your toes scratch
against the rough grain.

Your black hair
is over you face,
you are unable
to push it away
as your hands
are bound
in the jacket.

You shake your head
to move it away,
but it falls over again,
shutting out sight.

You sit and sense hard
wooden plaits of wood
beneath your butt.

You had headbutted
that woman in those
female lavatories
who attacked you
in one of the stalls,
tried to touch you,
finger you
as you'd seen her do
to others in the past.

Now you are
straight-jacketed.

That fat woman's nose
was broken.

Blood everywhere,
on walls, on the lavatory bowl
where you pushed her over.

You hear the loud
calls and screams
from the ward,
the keys in locks
turning and turning,
and anger
in your head and heart,
burning, burning, burning.

A WOMAN IN A MENTAL ASYLUM 1946

Version 1:

My love with you will not only be filled with butterfly kisses and silky grips
But it will also be filled with stingray whips and electric lips,


My love with you will not only be filled with warm sheets and bunny cuddles
But it will also be filled with polar ice cubes and freezing tongue muscles,


My love with you will not only be filled with sugar sweet smiles and jelly joys
But it will also be filled with tear soaked shoulders and confusing conflicts of noise,


My love with you will not only be filled with seven star resorts and ravishing restaurants
But it will also be filled with playing various games and nights of movie hunts,


My love with you will not only be filled with heavenly peace and encouraging each other’s dreams
But it will also be filled with running races and roller coasters of emotion on diverse streets,
,

My love with you will not only be filled with artistic gifts and poetic lines that flutter
But it will also be filled with a collage of master pieces that we have created together for each other.



Version 2:

My love with you will not only be filled with butterfly kisses and silky grips
But it will also be filled with stingray whips and electric lips,

My love with you will not only be filled with snug sheets and bunny cuddles
But it will also be filled with polar ice cubes and freezing tongue muscle nips,

My love with you will not only be filled with sugar sweet smiles and jelly joys
But it will also be filled with tear soaked shoulders and confusing conflicts of noisy rips,

My love with you will not only be filled with seven star resorts and ravishing restaurants
But it will also be filled with playing various games and nights of movie dips,

My love with you will not only be filled with heavenly peace and encouraging each other’s dreams
But it will also be filled with running races and roller coasters of emotion on diverse streets and strips,

My love with you will not only be filled with artistic gifts and poetic lines that flutter
But it will also be filled with a collage of master pieces that we have created together for each other’s sips.

Ghazal: A short lyrical poem that arose in Urdu. It is between 5 and 15 couplets long. Each its own poetic thought but is linked in rhyme that is established in the first couplet and continued in the second line of each pair. The lines of each couplet are equal in length. Themes are usually connected to love and romance. The closing signature often includes the poet's name or allusion to it.

You are the calming waters that extinguish the fuming fires inside of me
But these fires are also passionate so without them: I'm a honey-less bee.

Epigram:
A very short, ironic and witty poem usually written as a brief couplet or quatrain. The term is derived from the Greek epigramma meaning inscription.
JR Rhine Jun 7

He said “Cult of Simultaneity”
in such a sultry way
it made we want to kiss him
in that “Gay guys are attracted to me”
sort of way.

An English major taking an
upper level history course
as an elective—

When he smiled at you
in one-on-one conversation
his Irish emerald eyes gleamed between
slits (as he squinted his eyes
in a merry, amiable way).

He wore silk dress shirts and vests
every day with pressed tapered
black dress pants and
gleaming black oxfords.

His well-trimmed red beard
enwreathing the doorway to his mouth
made his lips (full, lush;
I swear they were glossed)—
evermore tantalizing.

I gave him a cute nickname
that was just his name shortened
but with a y, like Jimmy
and Bobby and
I hope he liked it—

He spoke with such finesse
carefully enunciating every syllable
running his tongue smoothly
across his teeth lips and
the roof of his mouth
free of spit and stutter—

every phoneme imbued
with his placid charm,
I ate every crumb
with my eyes glued to him
across the classroom—

Vain and straight,
straight in vain.

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