#lgtbq
An assumption that I've come to find
Is apparently
I'm Gay
Not that I think I am
No, I thought I was straight
But I'm in chorus, and as a male who does that...
Well, you must be gay.
And I'm in drama, that's a nail in the coffin, right?
I love art..?
'That doesn't help the case.'
They say
I help and lead a group to support LGTBQ+.
'Oh,' they say.
'I support you and the LGTBQ+ community.'
'I'm an ally.'
I've done drag because
Simply
It's fun and expressive.
'Of course your Gay. You've done drag!'
They say.
An assumption that I've come to find
That's become the fact of my life.
People should feel safe with who they are,
And yes,
I love to spread that.
But as a straight male who wants to do that.
It's apparently
Perposterus.
Impossible.
'You must be gay.'
But I'm not.
'But you must.'
Ok, whatever you say.
I'm gay.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 10:11 AM UTC
The flash reveals a ghost.
She stands in the present,
a figure from the past.
You can feel the future inside of her
yearning to be the now.
But it is not his time just yet.
Sep 2, 2024
Sep 2, 2024 at 8:03 PM UTC
Hand in hand,
tears from two form a river
The world stills in mourning as the little girl dies.
He tries to loosen his grip,
but her hold remains.
The boy can only watch as she starts to fall
Her body descending in the waves.
Finally as she lets go,
he tightens his hold
and struggles to keep her afloat.
Sinking under,
she gently whispers
“They mourn for you
And the youth I stole.”
Aug 31, 2024
Aug 31, 2024 at 5:19 AM UTC
In the dusk of my sorrow, I stand silent and still,
As shadows creep, whispering secrets to the night,
A heart once aflame, now cold, shattered to fragments,
In the hollow silence, echoes of despair resound.
Her eyes, windows to a heaven I could never reach,
Mirrored a faith that bound her with chains unseen,
A woman of God, swathed in robes of divine duty,
Unreachable, untouchable, as I stand yearning, forlorn.
The stars above weep their silent luminescence,
Falling like shards of glass, piercing the velvet dark,
Each one a testament to dreams left unspoken,
To a love that withers, starved of sunlight’s tender grace.
I watch as the world dims, colors leaching to grey,
The vibrant hues of passion fading, a distant memory,
Her voice, once a melody that stirred my soul’s depths,
Now a lament, a hymn of separation and divine fidelity.
The light within me flickers, a candle in a storm,
Battered by winds of regret, of longing unfulfilled,
Her smile, a distant beacon, a sun eclipsed by duty,
Leaves me in twilight, adrift on seas of melancholy.
In the garden of my heart, flowers wilt and die,
Petals fall like silent tears, each one a wish ungranted,
The scent of jasmine, once intoxicating, now a ghost,
Haunting the corridors of my mind with what might have been.
Her touch, a memory etched in pain’s cruel script,
A caress that burns with the fire of impossible dreams,
I am a marionette, strings cut by fate’s cruel scissors,
Dangling in the void, dancing to a dirge of lost love.
Her faith, a wall impenetrable, a fortress of conviction,
Separates us, a chasm bridged by longing’s fragile span,
I am left here, on the edge of desolation, watching her light fade,
As the darkness consumes me, my heart, a broken relic of devotion.
Jul 7, 2024
Jul 7, 2024 at 7:35 PM UTC
There's a book of saints that has been touched by my fingerprints
But do not worry, it has not been sought open
Not by me
Or any
There's a book of saints and the others have stolen it from me
Translated it in a language that's is unknown to me
That is foreign
One that is on the tip of my tongue but it won't fall from me
Words like that do not belong in a mouth like mine anyway
I've left the notion of rationally a long time ago
Why reason with a stone?
When it will only be used against you as a weapon
The only breath of fresh air I have is my own
And it's dangerously decaying
Flowers bloom in my bedroom
But wilter in my closet
You see sunlight can not find its way in there
And I can't pry it open with my hands
Because every time I try they become flowers
But they are so beautiful
Executes everything so stunningly
That they leave traces of fairy dust
They are the most pleasant thing to see
It makes me want to shower them in gold
Show the world that not all I do is ugly
Or is unnatural
Because isn't it such a nature thing to do?
Bloom in the darkest of places
And isn't it funny?
How choices can be like flowers
Be alive so unapologetic-like
Except they are so fragile
Yet so elegant
Maybe it's morbid for me to compare myself to a flower
Since we all know what happens when winter comes
And I live in a vicious cycle of coldness
Nonetheless, there is no stopping my beating heart when the sun comes
Nor when the rain pours over my love
Drowning me in lavender
Do not worry I have seen what floods can do to fields of flowers
How they swallow up any life and destroy it
Send it to their death without a second thought,
There is horror in this world
That has been left to swim unchecked in these prairies for too long
Ignored and said to be harmless
Ignored when they drowned my fields of violets
So no I will not grow into a rose
I wish for you to follow me with this
Yet words to teach you my language are untranslatable
There's is nothing I can compare to the feeling of making a home out of one outfit
Nothing to make you understand when I say I'm okay I don't need to change
There are no words to transcribe the feeling of being content with your body
And what it can bloom
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 9:52 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
I want to cut my hair
I don't want to cut my hair
It weighs me down
drags me along the
trenches of gender stereotypes
People look at me,
think,
"That's a girl."
And I'll turn the color
of diluted self-harm blood; pink.
Maybe I'll give
Being androgynous
a whirl.
It gets all knotty
I keep it in a dull, bland ponytail
I don't think it deserves more
Nor I
But if I cut it,
I'll still be in the stereotype
Here,
Another Queer!
Look there,
At their hair!
Probably gay,
By the way!
And what if I look stupid besides?
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC
why, hello there. nice to see you. and welcome to, our society is a ****** up place that needs be changed.
people think that its perfectly okay to fat shame, **** shame, skinny shame, and anything in-between. but once it happens to them its world war three. guess what, if you dont want something done to you. dont do it. hypocrites and shamers of people are whats wrong with todays society.
people who think that all cops are bad. yes, ill give it to you, most cops now-a-days are ***** but not all of them. some of them actually follow the rules that they're provided with. people who aren't openminded with things is what's wrong with todays society.
people who think that just because someone didnt go to college or finish high school etc. are stupid or are a disgrace. honey, the only person who's a disgrace is you. it is none of your business what happens in peoples lives. people who **** in and think that their negative opinions matter is what's wrong with todays society.
people who think that people who are in the LGTBQ+ community or support it are unworthy or dont deserve respect or anything like that. honey, as i said before, its none of your business. let people be who they want, let them express themselves, let people love each other no matter the gender! people who are unaccepting is whats wrong with todays society.
people in general are whats wrong with todays society. and we, people who accept everyone and anyone need to speak up. voice your opinions. important ones matter. because we, the people matter. no matter if you're black, white, hispanic, gay, straight, bi, lesbian, trans, queer, pansexual, heterosexual, agender, etc. you matter! and we're here to make it known, that everyone matters.
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 5:05 AM UTC