#straight
docs warning, not as bad as one imagined
that blood harvesting the other day
has come up with a few surprises
-but nothing the doc cannot handle.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:37 AM UTC
My blithe observation,
whether I'm in the box or out,
Don't twist yourself out of whack,
There's nothing you lack.
Case in point:
You're not gettin' out alive,
Just make it count, for the time being, you're gonna survive.
The roundest peg, never fittin' in a square hole,
Inside and outside,
yet never quite appropriately positioned.
Try hard, try not, try just enough or don't try at all.
One foot in and the other is always out,
Put it in, and shake it, but don't shake it all about.
Stinky clics and cordial how-do-you-do's,
Making no mistakes about it.
A circle of trust is one thing,
But the other is the group in which you don't belong,
Lessons learned, so don't try so hard,
But just keep on singin' your own song.
Fortune and fame have their own misalignments to declare.
Misinformation, deception and compromise,
They too, will all someday meet their own demise.
Running the straight and narrow, whatever it is you're called to do,
Make no mistake about it,
Just remember - to thine own self, be true.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 5:48 PM UTC
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
My Wife is Black
And I love her
But
Im Racist
Black People Rob Me...
My Family Member is Gay
And I love them
But
God is homophobic...
Homos can't reproduce
Women Have Rights
And I protect them
But
Women cook clean an **** ****
Yet why? They Get Half?
If a woman ***** she can't stay in my crib
Its unholy and goes for all...
If a *** hit on me
Ill k.o. them...
I have no friends **** all colors
***** **** in the shower...
**** Jail
Lazy **** *****
Hairy bush...
Shave...
Some poo ******* L
Squeezing cheeks...
I love everyone..
But
I hate everyone
And everyone hates me equally...
Don't lie
You hate everyone too!!!
I cured my disease did you?
Im proper nice an neat
Caring and loving here for you
Youre A-Born-2-B-Hater
....
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 12:02 AM UTC
WHY are you reading and writing poetry today?
why not?
**** straight &
just be the cause
that's right,
even writing
just keep it
short/\ sweet (self mocking Ha)
there are actual family members
who might require
a shocking paddling
to the
heart
when conducting their
year end review
as for us
the shock, the awe,
of so many fine
new poens opening
is a sufficient charger to the
parts that need restarting when
we wake up, no matter
our diversification
our diversions
and divisions,
reading new words ancient
in the Reforming,
are dividends and
that keep on after the electrolytes, caffeine
& other stimulies
stimulants that keep us going
a golden charging,
Plenty good enough
Ps
and I delight in many new ones
discovering my prose, welcoming
them like my newborn children
all my own, and raising them
and the new-for all-new combinations
to see their Forthcoming with/\ by
bringing them to your attention,
and that is my Jewish own creche,
my own scene of all of god’s chosen
poets
nativities
and did not plan to go in & on
but nothing stirs the sparks,
like thinking that every minute
a birth is celebrated
and I am blessed to be among
the witnesses
nml
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 8:57 AM UTC
I can't think straight because I'm not.
I love one girl who is so hot!
And in this poem I want to show
How hetero people are ruining it all...
To think straight means... To hate!
To think you'll burn in the hell if you were born gay;
But beating their child is completely okay.
To think that clothes really matters;
If you're a girl then must wear dresses.
To think that colors have gender;
But boys used to wear pink, remember?
To think when a woman has body hair then she's so ugly!
But when a man has the same then he's very lovely!
To think they're normal and others are not;
In fact only they are stupid a lot!
Arguments against same s3x marriages they try to introduce;
But forget that straight couples are full of abuse.
Our world would be so much better
If you shut up your mouth, "dear" hetero...
Sep 11, 2024
Sep 11, 2024 at 4:07 PM UTC
"I want to know what love is!"
The ballads croon —
A yearning I can't dismiss.
Seeking love in all the ‘right’ places,
But come up short,
heart strewn, finding no traces.
Straying in dares and when curiosity flares,
Overwhelming sensations birth animosity.
Pushed down, down, down deep below,
dormant, to 'fit in’, the bitter ‘pill,’ I swallow.
Much older now, can I claim my truth?
A Christian? Does that free me: a rebirth?
Am I ‘queer as f#@k’?
Can I truly love without feeling stuck?
The heart requires courage,
But weak am I; keep praying for marriage.
Am I a hopeless case?
Or will I love and truly embrace?
Will I ever be free?
To be fully me?
Or will I keep denying,
and forever friggin' trying
to fit the mould
told of this world?"
f#@k!!! f#@k!!!
Jun 8, 2024
Jun 8, 2024 at 10:29 PM UTC
The world is not divided between black or white
The world is not divided between gay or straight
The world is not divided between rich or poor
The world is not divided between male or female
The world is simply divided between the good and the bad
And you can, and you will find them
On both sides of the fence
Jun 17, 2023
Jun 17, 2023 at 12:58 PM UTC
It’s only a short straight hill
(First Poem.of the Year)
“I'm 69, newly homeless, and can't wait to start the journey of a creative life after being asleep for so long. It's only a short straight hill and I'll be on a path into a new life.”
Jeremiah B Xxxxxx Jr.
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it is
4:11am
on the
first day
of a new
year.
a year
is a unit;
mathematically
measurable,
defined,
calculable,
divisible
by seconds,
minutes,
hours & days,
all artifices,
mutually
acknowledged.
you,
& others,
remind
me too easily,
that the
creative
is the only
path
to endless,
(a unit immeasurable)
reinvigorating
life.
your fragrant
optimium optimism
is stun
gun overpowering,
the ill defined,
but instantly
understood,
immeasurable
distance,
you foresee
to life better is
conquerable!
”only a short straight hill”
imbues me to lift
head, heart, arm
& unloved dried ink pen,
to pen,
to unpack,
to speak,
of all that
needs climbing,
over the
artificial lines
of the first unit
of time:
a new year.
thank you.
Sun Jan 1 2023
NYC
Jan 1, 2023
Jan 1, 2023 at 7:54 AM UTC
Baby boy!
Pretty little thing,
your flesh
is So divine!
Oh yeah,
that's right;
I like to watch it -
i like to watch your flesh:
subcutaneous fat
padding tender hips
Shifting on a creaky framework of bones.
So beautiful,
so divine,
so delicious -
I will have you for my own, Straight Boy,
I will eat you,
piece
by
Piece.
First,
your liver,
then,
your Brain,
and finally,
I will devour your confused little heart;
I will bite through the muscle;
and you will watch on
as Blood that pumped
through a brain that pushed away thoughts of hesitant homoeroticism,
and a ***** that rose
For me - INCUBUS!!! -
dribbles down my chin...
lifeless!
Aug 10, 2022
Aug 10, 2022 at 10:21 PM UTC
Straight Boys: Why are all the hot girls lesbian?
Lesbians: Why are all the hot girls straight?
Straight Girls: Why are all the hot guys gay?
Gay Guys: Why are all the hot guys straight?
Bisexuals: WHY ARE ALL THE HOT PEOPLE TAKEN?
Pansexuals: Everyone is hot. What do i do?
Asexuals: What.
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 4:31 PM UTC
Though no stick
In the forest
Is perfectly
Straight
But are
Broken
And bent
And deteriorate
A Man
Comes around
Who loves
To create
And He takes
The crooked
And draws
Something straight
.
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 10:28 AM UTC
she walks a line
straight and defined
though her values are crooked
her beauty is divine
and in her smile
the sun
brighter than a thousand bulbs
of the electric kind,
she is the moon,
lending to the bleak night
light, typically removed
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 8:56 PM UTC
We shared a pain,
cracks spreading over both our porcelain faces.
If i told you,
would the fissures begin to fade?
Would you feel loved?
(or would you hide away?)
Could we talk at night?
As the chasm we both feel begins to gape,
as our hearts ache and the distractions fade?
(or would you hate me?)
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
Deteriorated configurations that are
neither of consecutive methods
or contorted reflections,
it's upon the eye line of those who look perplexed.
For what is slumped like tired unimportance,
is neither an inflexible road,
for nothing is
either invariable or contorted
It's just a view that each takes.
Me I'm like the reed,
both woven in a paradox
of motions.
For who sees a contortionist
that's neither of each
or the other.
Riffling upon the aspects of my decisive
displacement that catches
nither the truth or the lie.
You may catch the second,
or minute,
but beyond the mirco filaments
that linger between variable glimpse
that pass.
Is more than constructive tendrils
of a lifetime of consequential
amendments or defaming the
consequential understanding
that nothing plays by the rules..
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC
Dear ex-boyfriend,
I'm sorry you had to go.
It wasn't fair, but I understand.
Your happiness was just as important to me
as my own.
Dear ex-boyfriend,
I hope you're doing well.
Never will I wish ill upon you,
no matter how much I wish I hate you.
Dear ex-boyfriend,
I'm crying on the floor.
My sadness is a black hole trying to **** me into myself.
I miss you.
Dear ex-boyfriend,
I'm wearing the makeup that you hated.
**** you.
I do what I want.
Dear ex-boyfriend,
You gave me hope that you would come back to me.
Don't.
Dear ex-boyfriend,
I realized that I never needed you to love me.
I realized that I was right here to do it for you.
Dear ex-boyfriend,
I look back fondly on our time together.
I will always love you.
But you left, and please never look back.
Dear ex-boyfriend,
One day you'll find a girl better than me.
I hope she makes you happy.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 12:24 PM UTC
I'm different because i like colors other than white.
I'm different because i like the weirdest things from joyous, laughter and bright.
I'm different because i love you.
You're different because you love me
We're different because we're not like the rest.
I"m different for seeing your weird point of views that no one else can see.
I am just different for being who i am without caring for judgement.
Different.
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 11:06 PM UTC
I let my hand slide
Slide down of the side
Straight - curve - straight - curve - straight
Then I grab
hard
I hate
Hate the love I feel
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 6:07 PM UTC
Low n behold devil at your door
you need more
so u do what u do u soar..
hi..
high high above the sky masking and covering up your reasons why,
to fly above
to push to shove
dont need my love
but once upon a ******* time you were 'here'
now u may be near me, but your ******* gone cant hear me, gone gone wrong,
crossing and jumping the tracks
hiding the reasons the facts
I love you but **** you
you say love waits,
tell that to me when u wake up n find I'm burnt out I'm gone,
**** u left me once n for all..
I stumble I fall.
I wake up to a nightmare a mess, a living hell a stress
**** I need u for...
you held me, you kept me warm..
but all I need is me myself and I...
I dont need drugs to fly, I'm already ******* crazy...
Only then you know sometimes straight lines are crooked
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 4:37 AM UTC
my hometown has a straight edge,
obedient new kid vibe -
one that other cities hate.
yet it resides in my heart,
its memories forming
the shape of who I am today.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 12:11 AM UTC
I told you once.
I told you twice.
If I have to tell you again, I'm going to stop being nice.
It doesn't matter if you're black or white.
Gay or straight.
The longer you live, the more you realize love doesn't discriminate. And when this truth becomes real,
so does the truth that you are worthy of love and your heart can heal
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC