#queerness - Hello Poetry

Forget about the time that we spent wasting eating takeaway, sharing our firsts. Whilst your family slept upstairs, chancing our luck, hoping that your brother didn’t burst through the door. But I’d lie staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out the feeling I knew was somewhere inside of me; a hole forming in the pit of my stomach, chained by dedication to our firsts. As it happened, I didn’t have to act. Or perhaps I did. Getting the monkey off my back. And the last time I saw you: Picking up my belongings in the dark.

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Mar 26

Mar 26, 2026 at 9:35 AM UTC

Rossatadesk

After hours documentary

Forget about the time that we spent wasting eating takeaway, sharing our firsts. Whilst your family slept upstairs, chancing our luck, hoping that your brother didn’t burst through the door. But I’d lie staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out the feeling I knew was somewhere inside of me; a hole forming in the pit of my stomach, chained by dedication to our firsts. As it happened, I didn’t have to act. Or perhaps I did. Getting the monkey off my back. And the last time I saw you: Picking up my belongings in the dark.

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The clock lied. It kept time while I kept nothing. I wish you were a girl. The first wound that fit perfectly. There is a loneliness that predates the body. I was born into it like a room within a room. I have loved boys who became dust to dust, bone to salt. I breathe them. They stay. I am their grave and they are mine. I have loved them with my whole chest and they never knew. You want to know what it's like? It's like being a door no one walks through. And still… some nights the boy I was presses his mouth to the window from the outside. He wants to tell me it gets better. But I am already here. In the body that grew around the wound. Now 25. Still waiting for a world that hasn't arrived yet.

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Feb 25

Feb 25, 2026 at 10:28 PM UTC

jai_naissance

I wish you were a girl

The clock lied. It kept time while I kept nothing. I wish you were a girl. The first wound that fit perfectly. There is a loneliness that predates the body. I was born into it like a room within a room. I have loved boys who became dust to dust, bone to salt. I breathe them. They stay. I am their grave and they are mine. I have loved them with my whole chest and they never knew. You want to know what it's like? It's like being a door no one walks through. And still… some nights the boy I was presses his mouth to the window from the outside. He wants to tell me it gets better. But I am already here. In the body that grew around the wound. Now 25. Still waiting for a world that hasn't arrived yet.

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i never saw the tv glow i maybe saw it flicker a glimpse of color i’ve seen before, but i turn my eyes away. i choke it down i run out of the room because my father is drunk on the other side of that heavy old wood door and if i didn’t tell him it was acting up again, he’d make me regret it when he realized it was really broken. someone’s hired, to fix our problem, but it comes back time and time again, until eventually i learn to come to terms with knowing tv might not be for me, and i’m happy with the occasional glimpse for now.

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Dec 20, 2025

Dec 20, 2025 at 3:26 AM UTC

rachelc

for whom the tv glows

i never saw the tv glow i maybe saw it flicker a glimpse of color i’ve seen before, but i turn my eyes away. i choke it down i run out of the room because my father is drunk on the other side of that heavy old wood door and if i didn’t tell him it was acting up again, he’d make me regret it when he realized it was really broken. someone’s hired, to fix our problem, but it comes back time and time again, until eventually i learn to come to terms with knowing tv might not be for me, and i’m happy with the occasional glimpse for now.

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i have a pair of scissors that don't look like scissors at all but rather some sort of stick. but once you take the cap off, you'll see it wide and clear: it is indeed a pair of scissors

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Dec 9, 2025

Dec 9, 2025 at 8:53 AM UTC

g4lss

disguise

i have a pair of scissors that don't look like scissors at all but rather some sort of stick. but once you take the cap off, you'll see it wide and clear: it is indeed a pair of scissors

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The world does not hand you softness when you are born Black and queer. It does not give you instructions on how to carry love without apology. It does not teach you how to exist in a body they never planned for. So you learn in the quiet. In the spaces between being seen and being erased. You learn from the ones who never flinched when they said your name. And you learn from the ones who did. Some lessons come in whispers. Some in wounds. Some in the silence left behind. Either way, you survive. Either way, you keep moving.

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Feb 16, 2025

Feb 16, 2025 at 11:31 PM UTC

T-Allyn

A Lesson Before the Next Fire

The world does not hand you softness when you are born Black and queer. It does not give you instructions on how to carry love without apology. It does not teach you how to exist in a body they never planned for. So you learn in the quiet. In the spaces between being seen and being erased. You learn from the ones who never flinched when they said your name. And you learn from the ones who did. Some lessons come in whispers. Some in wounds. Some in the silence left behind. Either way, you survive. Either way, you keep moving.

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sports kit - generic hair i turn seven times in twenty minutes to check if you're still there we watch the play you from outside me from the back row are you missing out on training? you're alone and you must be cold plastic shorts plastic shirt standing in an alcove where god isn't watching hands pressed flush against cool glass tall window you look so small hiding like a kid wouldn't you rather be annihilating yourself on the court? cold hands - dark window - unspecific sport unspecific boy has anyone else noticed you? have you noticed me looking? forgive me for assuming, but i hope someday you allow yourself to come inside there's a free seat next to me

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Sep 5, 2024

Sep 5, 2024 at 8:33 PM UTC

look_mike_sandwiches

to the boy who stood outside the theatre

sports kit - generic hair i turn seven times in twenty minutes to check if you're still there we watch the play you from outside me from the back row are you missing out on training? you're alone and you must be cold plastic shorts plastic shirt standing in an alcove where god isn't watching hands pressed flush against cool glass tall window you look so small hiding like a kid wouldn't you rather be annihilating yourself on the court? cold hands - dark window - unspecific sport unspecific boy has anyone else noticed you? have you noticed me looking? forgive me for assuming, but i hope someday you allow yourself to come inside there's a free seat next to me

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I told myself the white walls of her castle illuminated my class, That the poverty in my footsteps traipsed dirt into pristine halls. That my broken home would leave shards of splinters in her own. That I should never play the role of prince with the conviction I felt in my soul. That she was a fairytale I wasn’t allowed. I didn’t voice I’d heard the term lesbian and come to understand things about myself. That the syllables of her name on my tongue carried the tang of hymns. That her name made my empty soul soar. And then fall. That her name made God jealous.

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Jan 16, 2023

Jan 16, 2023 at 5:20 PM UTC

indiajade

Becoming afraid of sleepovers

I told myself the white walls of her castle illuminated my class, That the poverty in my footsteps traipsed dirt into pristine halls. That my broken home would leave shards of splinters in her own. That I should never play the role of prince with the conviction I felt in my soul. That she was a fairytale I wasn’t allowed. I didn’t voice I’d heard the term lesbian and come to understand things about myself. That the syllables of her name on my tongue carried the tang of hymns. That her name made my empty soul soar. And then fall. That her name made God jealous.

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Woolen caps and puffy coats The crowd yet further bloats On and on and another one yet Totaling an ever higher net No room to breathe here Claustrophobia Rising Rising A thousand thousand men A ***** glare too often A single crimson strand Hidden in the most common brand Alone Alone Forever

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Jan 11, 2020

Jan 11, 2020 at 10:02 AM UTC

CrystallineToaster

Tickets Please

Woolen caps and puffy coats The crowd yet further bloats On and on and another one yet Totaling an ever higher net No room to breathe here Claustrophobia Rising Rising A thousand thousand men A ***** glare too often A single crimson strand Hidden in the most common brand Alone Alone Forever

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