#gaypoetry
If Love is only
Some chemicals in my brain,
This brings me comfort
Proof that Love exists,
Does not reduce its meaning,
Just the opposite.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 9:35 AM UTC
a year in review
I reread all my haikus
there's less about you
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 4:49 AM UTC
"This year, I got you
a reminder of all the
time wasted on me."
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
with you
it's slow like the syrup I
drowned the waffles
my mom used to make on
Sunday mornings in
the way you tilted me sideways
and let my sighs build up on the
plate’s edge only to drop me
at the last second
and let the puddle settle
before tipping me once again
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
10 pm in front of Chipotle
and you said, this is my [rusty] Chevy [something],
which had a radio that played exceptional static
for us to tune out on the trek to Mount Washington.
It was raining, but we had already driven all that way
and so we stood outside anyways
in the low hanging clouds above Pittsburgh.
I said, I’ve never been on a date
with a girl before.
And you said, is it everything you thought it’d be?
And with that
we decided to see who could throw a rock the farthest
[which you won]
and who could name more constellations
[which nobody won, because there
were no stars in sight on that Tuesday night].
Then the couple next to us left
and a new one arrived
and the blanket of fog temporarily lifted
to reveal the UPMC logo.
We watched as the number of tiny office lights
diminished, looking a little bit like an end of the world
power outage in slow motion—
and we silently shrunk in the weight of the moment
as the Earth turned and dragged the seconds along,
and the water of the Allegheny and Monongahela
merged into the Ohio the way our bodies connected at the hands;
two posterchildlesbians showing a city
how
to
fall
in love.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
My girl has the gravity of Saturn
Endless layers I have yet to discover
Her eyes, a smeared palette of every color
A surface it’s easy to get lost on
One large ring I often fantasize about
Wearing on my finger
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
i don't know
why he calls himself
'fat'
being kinda thin,
black,
bright and joyful
like the few of those
that I've met before
and
he adores
the humanized sound
of duduk
and
he has a piano tattoo
drawn all over
his neck
with black
and white keys
tied with too sensitive strings
covered
by his flesh
keys
reaching
straight to his brain
vibrating the bursting
sound
from inside
every time I try to find
the right key of his own tune
on an instrument
i’ve always wished
to play like a pro.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 7:40 PM UTC
My facade was so strong you called me. friend.
I guess it was just meant to be a bitter end.
But when your whole movie is made of sunshine and rainbows.
It has to be violent for the sake of show.
I spent so long in hiding like in bitter captivity.
Pretending not to be lost in your pull like gravity.
You made me smiley and all warm inside
Lost on your letters trying to hide.
But then i told you the truth trying to set myself free.
Then you backed off and brached out like a tree.
Your roots came up and we both went down.
All i said was i love you but you didnt see it my way.
The only thing you could think of was how to get rid of me now that you know im...gay.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC
Take out my heart
and fill the hole
with a sweet ****
take several bites
and stay through the night.
Take off my lips
and put them on your hips-
steal my finger prints
and get me in to trouble.
Pull out my teeth
and make a bite-mark necklace-
pull out my tongue
and make a broach
pinned over your left ******
Remove my hands
and use them as wash rags
as you bathe in the tub-
take my body
and use it as a towel to dry yourself off.
Take my soul
and use it as a blanket to keep warm
as we drift off to sleep.
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC