#lgbtqiap
I feel it in my fingertips
when you tell me how you worry.
I feel it most in my ring finger—
Isn’t that strange?
The sea in my ribcage tosses,
and your Navy boat of which the name I forget rocks upon it.
You are unsure if you’ll be coming home on time.
I watch the waves from the opposite coast,
making note of how tall they are,
how dark,
and suddenly I am in them
as they are within me.
They beat against the undersides of my skin,
so hard that I pray
for the first time in ten years,
asking God to watch over us,
to bless this gorgeous thing we have.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
just as you leave me
new people come to my life
i am not losing
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
man is not the word
i would use to describe you
i realize that now
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
sometimes i wonder
what it would be like
if we were still together
and it feels like a dream
not a nightmare
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC
there are three things i now know:
1. i know that moving makes me feel like i’m flying,
2. that being alone makes me feel like i'm on fire,
3. and that the hardest thing
is to accept
to let go.
perhaps, you were good for something.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 8:50 PM UTC
there are nights
in which my body plays cage
the space we take up feels too much
everything numbs
and that feeling returns
the one i can only describe as burning
and we are merged
and we are divided
we are overly aware of our limbs
yet we cannot feel them at all
my body does not love me
she returns
making herself home in my belly and *******
there is something familiar about it
something comfortable
like sinking and floating at the same time
the cold and the dark and the deep
carrying me off to places unspeakable
embracing me
sealing me up as if i were a letter
and it an envelope
i am sent with no return address
and my heart sighs the song of my wonder
if this body will ever be mine
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 8:41 PM UTC
man in the bathroom
why are you staring at me
i’m meant to be here
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
i stuck the thought of you in a jewelry box
and threw it in the ocean
i didn’t even stay to watch it sink
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC
i wanna be that
hit me hard
daredevil soul
feel his arms
trophy boy
i wanna be that
little taller
dream boat
punk rock
pretty boy
i wanna be that
inspiration
i know him
actor's heart
poet boy
i wanna be that
chin dusted
heart surgery
straight down
testosterone boy
i wanna be that boy
i wanna be me
but i can never be that boy
if it's true that boys don't cry
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
i miss the sadness
i miss the home that never was
the beautiful you never thought you were
where has your pretty gone
who’s wearing your flowered dress now
whose lips are your boyfriends kissing
who could’ve known this was to come
i miss your father’s pride
when you gave him a reason to be sober
now all you are is disappointment
another unlucky occurrence for him to sleep with on the couch
his favourite drinking buddy
i miss church
i miss the red the pastor turned you
the blood running to your holy cheeks
when the congregation applauded
at the fact that you would burn for this
that this secret would be the end of you
the ***** that came up in that bathroom
the god that frowned upon the smell
i miss the way boys used to look at you
when you were something to be desired
when you made others feel more than just confused
when you weren’t an inconvenience to love
you’d rather your innocence be stolen for being beautiful
than for being unwanted
i suppose you pick your poison
i miss the way you looked
every night you cried
the colour mascara makes when it meets blood
like drugstore lipstick
at least there was something gorgeous
something romantic about it
the way the moonlight made your bones stick out
it was something boys could fall in love with
pretty girl
why would you ruin yourself like this
happy girl
how couldn’t you see it for yourself
you were a trophy
your future said husband
it said children
it said the life we want for you
forget your own
you were not happy
but how can you learn to be now
that place that played safe haven
at least, was warm
you are not sure if you miss the sadness
you simply know
this world wants you to
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
they say the grass is
greener on the other side.
but here i am, sat
behind the white fence,
greener with envy than the
grass will ever be.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
the weather matches my heart today
i am sick, i am cold
i want to hide away in my skin
deeper than i already do
you got me at the worst time
how did you not feel it?
how our hands fit perfectly
was it only my heart that set on fire when our bodies pressed together?
i thought you felt it
i thought it took friction to make sparks
my eyes have this sting that makes me see your face on every body on spring garden road
atleast the sky is crying for me
or else no one else would
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC
we planted seeds in each other
that we figured were gonna grow
big and strong one day
but when they grew into something nasty
we couldn’t cut them down
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
my stomach
is nothing but
cheap coffee
my internet history
is nothing but
queer love poems
and my mind
is nothing but
you and i
and you and i
and you and i
i want
a fender stratocaster
with a leather strap
i want a loft apartment
with a beautiful view
but most of all
i want you
back here with me
holding you and
holding you and
holding you
when your hand brushed mine
for the first time
that day in november
my heart fluttered
i wondered
what would my daddy say
if he knew i felt this way
about you
about us
now here i am
i don't know how it started
or why it ended
all i know is
you're the only one i miss
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
Talk to me about space
About the incredible cosmos
About the way we were all
Made of stardust, talk to me
About the way your hair bleeds colour
When you bathe, about your nightmares
After an evening with your parents, talk to me
About the girls you've kissed and the girls you've wanted to kiss,
Tell me about all the things that bind your soul
To this dusty rock we call home,
For that is where your truth lies.
Tell me what you feel about couples having PDA
On the subway, if you feel jealous or indifferent, talk to me
About the liminal spaces, the coffee shops, cross roads, train stations
Where we have a 1 in a billion chance of meeting our soulmates,
Tell me about the pain you felt when your brother died,
The nights you couldn't sleep because of all the tears
That would never fall, because your heart had gone numb.
Talk to me about you. No, not you, You.
The girl with the cosmos in her body. The you I fell in love with, after all we were made of adjacent stardust.
Talk to me.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
We and (I)
She and They
Him and Us
We afloat
Paper boats
In October storms
Who condemned us to die?
There's a hole in the boat, Lover
Perhaps we were simply
Never meant to survive
Your velveteen thorns
Scraped their hickeys
Over my paper skin
-Sinking our boat-
While the storm of your tears
Raged on from the shore.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
Go back to bed.
Why would you want
To leave the warm embrace
Of silken sheets and silkier thighs?
Kiss-swollen lips and a rats nest of perfect hair,
Those shining silver eyes blinking gummily that beckon you with love glimmering in their depths?
Cancel your plans and make no more.
Bring her breakfast in bed!
And joining her, let the day slip away in contented caresses and laughing kisses
For though this month may be awash with work and stress and troubles
In the bed with her there is nothing but peace, love and harmony...
And just a dash of morning *** ;)
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
At age six you bought me a pretty lady doll
I remember your anger
The day I married her to another lady doll.
At age sixteen you bought me a beautiful dress
I remember your anger
When I asked for a suit instead.
At age twenty six you b(r)ought me a husband
I remember the day so clearly even now
It was the day I eloped with my girlfriend.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
My heart is a garden.
In it grow three trees, a few saplings, and
many many roses.
which one were you when you said yes
my love
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
This is not a poem.
I am not a lullaby
Nor a childhood monster
I am untaught
Unseen
Uncaught
You can never bring me down.
Though you try
I overcome it all
The hate
The violence
Mindsets of a bygone era
If I should fall
Another will take my place
**We
Are
Endless.**
We exist in the hidden places
You do not see us.
Yet we are rising
And we will be beyond restraint
by the time you finally deign to see us
As anything but your inferiors
Abnormal
QUEER.
This is not a poem.
This is a war cry.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
Something in us shivers
Slides up our throat
Slick
Tasting like metal, crushed rain-bugs we can almost smell
Cascading along our nerves
They are so dreadfully taut
They feel like a stranger's body
In the dark pub, in the corner
with few couples dancing to a jukebox.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC