#homosexual
i despair, darling, over the
littlest things i do wrong.
did i overstep? starling, i
dread to think i did,
profaning you.
but then you arise
with words that clash
with my self-inflicting lies
and your eyes that watch over me
begging on my knees
for you to
give me that release of forgiveness
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 8:27 PM UTC
To begin with,
We have YOU,
And we have Me.
And we also have THEM, THEY, THEIRS THOSE, WE AND US.
As well, we have:
SOGIES
Asexuals
Allies
Intersexes
Bisexuals
Lesbians
Gays
Homosexuals
Pansexuals
Queers
Straights
Heterosexuals
Gender Binaries
Afabs
Amabs
Agenders
Androgynes
Gender Blenders
Bigenders
Cisgenders
Cross-dressers
Drag Queens
Drag Kings
Enbies
Gender Dysphoria
Gender fluids
Gender Non-conformists
Gender Queers
Gender Variants
Non-Binaries
Questioners
Transgenders
Transitions
Transsexuals
Two-Sprits... and
LGBTQIA+
(Flora and Fauna?)
Does Genesis have anything right?
Nov 30, 2023
Nov 30, 2023 at 10:35 AM UTC
I have, on my youtube, playlists of men.
kissing.
allow me to excuse myself, but it's not for fun and pleasure
it's quite the opposite, it's for my displeasure
but that's not entirely true.
I have them there
to remind me
that those men
will never be
me. I will never
Kiss someone
Hold someone
Love someone
like they do for eachother.
It's a feeling deep within my bones, a longing not to be ignored, a longing to hold and to be held. To kiss and be kissed.
to love
and be loved...
in a certain kinda way.
Mar 1, 2022
Mar 1, 2022 at 6:23 PM UTC
Am I a demon?
That is what they're saying
Am I ******* Satan?
Or is Satan ******* me?
Am I the gay best friend, is that all I am?
I can be sassy, flamboyant but never enough to really defend
from the arrows and throes of men
So tell me what I am
tell me what I got to be
So tell me what I am
tell me what is stopping me
From Heaven's end, even if I repent?
Will my sins not be cleansed in the sea
There is not much difference in sin from you to me
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 5:25 PM UTC
I always wondered
Why I didn't fit in
With all the other girls
Who would gossip about boys
Why it didn't feel right
But I still liked guys
My best friend
Who I'd dream of kissing
Not understanding
That maybe it meant something
And I was into girls
I realised something later
Had an epiphany
And decided to come out
It still feels so right
That I liked girls
And not only guys
The people in between too
And why I loved you
When I fell in love with a man
I felt as though my queerness
Wasn't as valid as I'd hoped
Because I wasn't with a woman
And I wanted forever
With the opposite ***
I've learned that it doesn't matter
Either way I'm queer
No matter who I fall for
Whoever I love and marry
And spend my life with
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 10:19 AM UTC
arms outstretched,
I reach for the stars
I was always told to want
only to find that I'm
tracing myself against
murky, illegal water
in pink nectar.
I'm too rough
unexperienced
nerves get the best and I
dip down ever so slightly
not bothering to take a breath.
as I slip under the fruity grip
the lake of liquid freedom
clouds my vision.
fear.
a calm, calloused hand
hardened from time
from life
from love
cups my cheeks and
breathes into me
with her
petal lips
sticky against mine
a reminder.
I float back up
before I get a good taste
I twist and turn against the current
hissing
against the surface
Solidago and Indian Mallow
smeared across the sky
reflecting against me
until I'm nothing
but the fuzz
of a peach
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
In a dream,
I saw his face
I knew he was
A boy to chase.
Heart of gold,
Eyes so kind.
The kind of guy
It's hard to find.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 3:11 PM UTC
if ya down wit dis listen
to this gayrap swallow it
like a fat jaypack it is anti-macho
against crews like humpty-packo
pitch-black baby ain't no rooster
will **** wit our homo-booster
we are too star for your underground
flows are miles-high and they glitter
it is lipstick-shit we're spitting poison
and your kid sound vanishes
look your raps are always "almost"
you'll be killed by our host
like the impaler this guy vlad
your midlife-crisis is cute
eminem is now called ruth
the new rapcolor is purple
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 3:57 PM UTC
he remembers the day when
he got called up.
"he's 20,"
his mother said.
"he's my little baby."
even the thought of
leaving
his family was
absolutely horrendous.
when he arrived
however,
he saw you.
god, how could someone look
so ****** good
so effortlessly
so innocently
yet not so innocently
as the clothes you were wearing
basically supported the term of
violence.
he's a mummy's boy,
he'll cry himself
to sleep every night,
feeling unsafe.
he felt so safe,
dear lord.
even i feel so safe.
today,
you
offered him
canned beans.
(you also referred to him as 'mate', which is not exactly what he wanted you to call him, but it's fine as long as you're happy)
he finds beans
quite gross
icky
tasteless
yuck
yet he ate until
the can was empty
he guessed it was to please you (?)
and he wouldn't forgive himself
if he ever rejected you.
anyone who
tried to deny you
must be out of their mind.
anyway.
might be talking *******
but he really hopes you'd offer him
some canned beans again.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 5:58 PM UTC
Snow piles up against the walls, but thin clothes are all they wear
As the boy gardens within the greenhouses behind the school,
Red, bright tomatoes slipping out of his fingers, and popping into his mouth
That grins at the bursts of sweetness.
Inches from him, the man by one month pretends not to glance his way
Instead shifting through the bristling leaves to claim breakfast’s zucchini.
He would complain at the theft if the tomatoes weren’t everywhere
Making bland meals of packaged rice and canned beans a savory impossibility.
It isn’t like little indulgence will take away all of the red little briberies,
The secret keys to a reluctant community spreading its arms wide months after the pair stumbled in.
The man scowls, and the boy glances up
Not hiding his interest like his companion.
The solution to anger is always tomatoes,
So the next slip of fingers is against the man’s lips
As he bites down, the sweetness pops away mild irritation in the flavor of surprise.
Neither gives in to smiles, but their shoulders brush more than once as the tension seeps out with the heat into the snow.
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 1:18 PM UTC
There was a boy
Who had a girl
And in the grapevine,
Hanging by a pearl
There laid a boy
Stripped free and mild
Four laces entwined
And eyes beguiled
He bicycled
Down from the hill
Grasping a gun
And a feathered quill
He spoke in books
And ailing shouts
‘Neath the moon, he shook
And began to sprout
He said, “Hush you want me badly, I know
But my lone beliefs are bonafide
You found a love a long time ago”
As he turned, the lover cried,
“I dreamt your call
Dressed in a shawl
I’d lie on your head
In a deathly bed
From dust to rust,
I want the boy
In this I trust,
I’ll love the boy”
He struck a pose
Fits in a frame
He ate a rose
Five hearts he maimed
They pranced around
Their stolen tags
And gave their pounds
For fiery drags
On squandered soil
They lift their roots
Their hands unspoiled
And aim acute
“I want you so
You know me well
But love is sold
'Neath hollow bells”
He said “Hush, you want me badly, I know
But why can’t I call you by your name?”
“This is nothing if you only show
Your incumbent shame”
"I want your call
I’ll wear your shawl
I’ll kiss your head
And lull you to bed”
“From dust to rust
I want the boy
In this I trust
I’ll love the boy”
He said, “Hush, you knew me when? I think not”
As he tended to his burning leaf
“Life is sweet, but it too will rot
I won’t be deceived”
“I want the boy
Give me the boy
Don’t be so coy
I want you, boy
I’ll love the boy
I want the boy
There was a boy
Who gave me joy”
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
sometimes I feel lost in the bed sheets;
clinging onto a body I wasn't made to
hold.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 9:28 PM UTC
And here I stand,
In the midsts of dripping eyelashes,
Once again lost at sea—
Nowhere to look but his eyes.
I’ve found that,
for my lamentable misfortune,
I’m still in love.
You will always be there,
a perpetual phantom
in every dream and nightmare,
every corner and roundabout,
every tear and laughter.
I cannot forget,
Though I surely have tried.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
He is what people define as "virus"
A viral sin of a deathly love
For what he desire to love,
Longing to touch,
He longs for a man.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
******
say it again please
say it to my face
we all heard you
but please
scream it out
bawl, screech and shout
******
i hear you
but speak louder for the gay kid sitting at the back
confused with being told they need fixing when they don’t feel broken
speak louder for the people on the run from a society who denies their very being
c’mon
s p e a k l o u d e r
bawl it out for those who are pressed between choosing religion and expression
for those who pass having never felt acceptance
scream it
for our trans family whose futures linger in the hands of the very people who want to erase us from society
we would love to hear your opinion
and i’m sure you’d love to give it, right?
so c’mon!!
i can hear you
but say it to their faces
scream it out
bawl, screech and shout
try it.
I promise you we'll bite.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 6:24 AM UTC
We live in a straight world.
You might not think it’s true,
“Gays are coming out everyday
could be them next or her,
maybe you too”
Well I’ll take a minute to prove it to you.
If I told you I’m into girls
I’d see your brain short circuit in real time,
“But you don’t look gay” you’d say.
“Straight passing” is what they call
a girl like me, who still looks feminine
but doesn’t want the D.
This “luxury” of remaining in the closet
is really hurting my game,
Added another straight boy
to my list of those who lost it
when they heard me exclaim,
“I appreciate the offer, but I’m gay”
Let’s not forget the most important issue
“Gays will ruin the sanctity of marriage”
Here, I’ll hand you the tissues.
Man and woman, hand in hand, till death do they part,
and yet more than half of all marriages
end in the perfected art of divorce.
Far be it from me,
to take anyone’s right
to do and say what they want,
while you embrace the hate
and live fighting the inevitable reality
of any queer couple tying the knot.
It might be 2018,
but I still can’t hold a potential partner’s hand
in a public facility
without getting disgusted leers
and a dreadful look at multiple cases
of unprovoked hostility.
So, try to look me in the eyes,
And tell me I’m not right.
But despite it all
I’ll keep my head up high
And let that rainbow flag fly
Because this might be a straight world,
But love is love
is love
is love.
And that concludes this winded verse.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
I'm overcome by lust
A sophistication of the soul
Mind bent in two
Where I try
He betrays
Leaving kisses of sin
The Garden of Eden is open
Left alone without regard
Not a regret echoed in time
When will he come?
My knight of splendor
Germanic and full of crystallized juice
Reality makes him a Spaniard
To whom my life is bequeathed
Under the sun for all to see
My dream of an Arminius is unrealized
Traded for an exotic intoxication
Ready is the introduction of grieve
But still, I love
The lips
Constant touch of angelic purity
Forgiveness is the actor's end
Truce to end entry into the heart
Producing gratification of natural optimism
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
I'm contained by gin
Soulful and true
Insane but blue
Crimson stains
Withered sheets of satin
Coinciding in my mind
Edinburgh rides high
London below
Call the trolly
Games commence
Justifying my religion
Anticipated revolt
But I sing
And gleam
In Winter's dawn
I love him
Need
And want
Colliding with my palms
Under a prayer of psalms
Ending pitfalls of ***
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
Without her
What am I supposed to do?
Words lose their meaning.
Taste
Sight
Sound
Touch.
Without her
What do I have?
Bland
Darkness
Silence
Emptiness.
Without her.
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
The pieces of my heart,
weigh me down
and cut me,
Yet,
I ache from the lies you spun
and the time I spent with you.
The next time we meet,
you won't have teeth.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
Imagine you and her together,
Right now.
Hand in hand,
cheek to cheek,
laying comfortably in bed.
The vinyl record humming,
and hearts kissing.
That's me and him.
We're like this, but we love separately.
6ft apart.
One above ground,
one so below.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 5:26 PM UTC
There was a boy
I had never seen cry,
but every time someone mentioned home...
his voice began to waver,
and his eyes,
Well,
his eyes...
they misted...
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
dear me in the 8th grade-
you haven’t even realized you like like boys yet.
you haven’t realized that all of those gay jokes are about you
so they don’t hurt your feelings, yet.
you haven’t seen what it’s like to be labeled as something, and also that the same label happens to be what everyone will know you as.
you didn’t realize that accepting yourself a lot sooner would’ve saved you a lot of memories you’d prefer to forget.
dear me in the 11th grade-
you’ve realized that after dating so many girls,
something just wasn’t really right.
you couldn’t pin-point it so you just ignored it.
maybe you thought love just wasn’t for you.
it wasn’t until that car ride with dad that you understood why everything was so confusing.
“be honest with me kid, are you gay?”
“oh ****
it was something that hadn’t even crossed my mind.
dear me in my 3rd year of college-
you’re definitely gay.
you’re challenged by the fact that you can’t hold your boyfriends hand in public the same way that your sisters and their boyfriends can.
you hate that dating through apps like
grindr and tinder seem to be the
best way to find “love”.
however, you love the fact that you now know exactly who you are, and you are unapologetic.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 4:37 AM UTC
I can't concentrate because of your words,
the ones I can't help but listen too.
You say people are selfish
for loving two kinds of people, not one.
You say that it's confusing,
to like both sexes the same.
Like we need you to understand,
like we need your permission to like who we want to like
I never asked you at all.
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
I'm glad when I dispensed with toys
I preferred girls
to boys,
not to say there would have been anything wrong
with skipping down Canal Street singing a song, with hunky blokes as far as the eye can see,
it's okay for others
just not for me.
If the caprice of sexuality swayed the other way
I believe I may not have woke with you today,
our hand holds lost
in a flurry of men
all giving a toss;
but rather then know a cockatoo I know you, another bird;
my intimate hit,
bringing peace of kit,
a tantalising fit.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 5:46 AM UTC