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Jay Sep 2019
Which cloth am I cut from?
In a menagerie of material
From the crude to the formal
It's frustrating
Where do I belong?
Am I him or her,
Or my very own?
i aint tryna bug ya babe
F A Pacelli Sep 2019
together we walk 
to our deaths
in this thing called life 
but somehow we forget 
we are in this thing
together
Matt Bernstein Sep 2019
You promised me cheesecake.
And now, we can't remember our first date

There's a photobooth strip of the zoo,
that first summer,
when it was too hot
and all the animals were napping.
But I held your hand
while we looked for the red panda.

There's something about
mac and cheese,
Ben and Jerrys
on a Friday night.
Or waking up to make breakfast
home fries, eggs, and toast
on Saturday morning.

Sitting with you,
alone together.
Knowing I can blow you a kiss
and you'll catch it.
Every time.

You promised me cheesecake.
But I'd have followed
even if you hadn't
Poetic T Sep 2019
You are the one
                 footstep
that connects to mine.

For every stride we take,
                Is never singular

   But one in unison.


You and I, are a step in the right

           Direction.

Never mistaken, but when we
             Work together


we"ll always take the right step.
Von Sep 2019
I'm right here
No matter how small my existence
Even if you have a past you'd like to hide
Even if you're thinking you'd rather die
No matter how dirtied your future

I'm right here for you
Poetic T Sep 2019
We will always be the sum of

                     2 parts,

              that = 1


                            - 1
       and there is only loneliness.

But together 1 + 1 = less but more
                        than was before.

You are the equation
       I've yearned for,


              that just adds up completely.
raicyd Sep 2019
I want to dance with you slowly,
Holding hands,
Closed eyes,
Dancing with the music.

I want to dance with you slowly,
This is the song that we've been waiting for,
This is the chance that I will say to you,
What my heart feels,
I want to say this long ago.
mood
Anna Sep 2019
From the time she was young,
You taught her other girls were her conpetition.
Being better, prettier, more beautiful than other girls you told her was her goal.
You taught her to judge people by their appearance rather than what's in their souls.
Had you taught her to stand by and support other girls the world would've been better.
If you would've taught her the strength of her voice rather than that of sparkles and glitter.
Instead of teaching her to push other girls out of the way to make it to the top,
Teaching her to stand with them would have been enough.
Teaching her that when they are together they are stonger.
That in their unity lies power.
Instead of teaching her to knock other girls' crowns down and being princess alone,
Maybe you should've taught her by fixing each other's crowns and standing together,
They would be queens and rule the world.
Mostly inspired by Lilly Singh's #GirlLove campaign.
F A Pacelli Sep 2019
i will scream and fight 
i will stay silent and brood
i will suffer and hurt 
but my love will never die
my heart will not yield
Heavy Hearted Sep 2019
Austin and I
Move at different speeds.

The fatal race of life we each compete
at a pace unique to ourselves.
I find myself disoriented all the time,
exiting delirium, now on a regular basis...
Each time
requiring
A reorientation
Without which myself is lost.
When each reorientation
Is less accurate than before,
it all becomes inevitablly  lost.

That initial destination I may never know.

Through the haze In my mind
Waves Austin
And in a heartbreaking protest.
Waits Austin.
in a Tribute to nostalgia-
it's Austin-
And in an intersectionally unique pain  we are connected. There, he stays.
And as I slowly, But surely,
Continue my own race-
I glance back, constantly, and his hand still waves me on-
the gift of direction..
.
Now as I lay here
Before I can rise
I force myself to record it
for a better me;
that


Austin and I-
Move at different speeds.
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