#lgtb
There is a spider in the corner of my room,
and I’m deathly scared of spiders.
But I won’t **** her,
because aren’t spiders deathly afraid of humans too?
They should.
We ****** them, choke them, torture them to death.
We scream and break their eardrums at the mere sight of them,
we insult them.
I would.
If I was a spider, I’d be deathly scared of humans.
But no spiders **** humans and all humans **** spiders.
(Still, spiders are the monsters in every tale)
Why do we try to make everything we’re afraid of
disappear?,
instead of learning to cope
with the fear.
There is a spider in the corner of my room,
and I’m deathly scared of spiders,
but I won’t **** her.
She didn’t choose to be born that way.
Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 4:30 PM UTC
Passionate, pure and graceful,
The Willow Tree stands tall,
A wanderlust soul.
Thick, ornate, leaves
Of hair
Billow down
Her barked shoulders.
She’s beautiful,
She’s feminine,
She’s desirable,
She’s a Willow Tree.
But little does anyone know,
Just beneath the surface,
Of her dark, fairytale skin
There’s a boy
Trapped.
Locked up,
Encased
In her roots.
He’s always been there.
Watching.
He’s slowly starting to surface.
He can’t stand her long,
Flowing,
Angelic hair.
His almond-shaped eyes
Contrast with the
Dewey brown jewels
Set gently on her round face.
His broad shoulders
Pressed up tight against
His Willow Tree cage.
His tears
Run deeper
Than headwater rivers.
This Willow weeps
from the boy suffocating
Inside.
Confined
And alone
In this twisted forest
His name is Adrian.
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
A smooth head tilt toward the sidewalk,
he gently gestures for us to cross
When ignored, he snaps a bent leg into place
as naturally as he's attracted to men
soft, intelligent eyes glinting through his rainbow helmet
His cycle stutters like he did when asking Jason out,
breathing out life like he breathed out "I love you",
a mustang anxious to rear up and gallop
He soothes the handlebars with steady palms,
then unleashes his bike's power
as soon as we're safe
on the other side,
off to meet up at a romantic café
with a man named Peter Ryde.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC
shoulder to shoulder
psst, hey, see the girl
next to you?
you should hold her
bolder and bolder,
like a butch boulder,
they smile and
glance at my lips.
sweet hugs and
warmness touch and
talk of baking,
future plans.
we'll make all the
rainbow cupcakes.
get all the
genderless clothing.
one look
is not a future
written in ink,
but here's hoping.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 9:00 PM UTC
she fell in love that night
8:12 PM, March 4th 2017
with a latin woman
her curves illuminating
in the ultraviolet lights
of her bedroom
she tasted paradise,
fingers tracing the outline
of her *******
their bodies interlocked in the heat between them
whisperings of 'i love you'
was all each of them could promise that night of
March 4th 2017
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
I like girls.
Theyre soft and flush, with eyes bright like diamonds.
Theyre sweet and kind, with lips the color of roses.
I like girls.
but the girls, don't like me.
Because i'm a girl too.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC
Bigender
Pansexual
Asexual
Gay
Lesbian
Cisgender
Transgender
Agender
And many more
Labels racing through
My head
I can't even think straight
Or let alone be straight
I once thought pansexual
But I don't prefer physical interaction
Maybe bisexual?
But I like anyone and
Everyone
Asexual?
I've gotten off
I just don't prefer to
Shutting myself off
Is something I can do
Female and male stereo types
But I fit neither one
Sometimes I'm more of a man
Than my brothers could ever be
And sometimes I am more girly
All these labels
And I'm so confused
Does anyone really know?
Maybe I don't fit
Any labels
Maybe I'm just
Me
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC