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Saša D Lović Apr 2015
zamisli da sva moja sećanja
upletena u tvoje pletenice
naglo promene smer
i pretvore se u budućnost
bi li tada bila moja krotka srna
ili bi pletenice rasplela
pustila da se raspršim kroz vreme
da mi lice posivi
kao da je od jesenjeg vetra sačinjeno
zamisli da svi moji koraci
upleteni u tvoje vekovne bore
naglo promene smer
i pretvore se u suze
bi li njih sirote u svilu svoju primila
ili bi korake u glib usmerila
pustila da se zaglibim u vreme
da mi osmeh posivi
kao da je od jesenjeg vetra sačinjen
zamisli da svi moji dodiri
dok se šarene širom tela tvog od reka
naglo promene smer
i postanu godovi u tuđem orahu
bi li tada haljinu rastvorila
svetlošću sveće grudi umila
ili bi dodire po žiletu prošetala
tom krvlju plavom nebo i jezera oslikala
u sivo jesenji vetar odenula da se vrti u krug
bi li od sećanja postelju sačinila
prozore zatvorila
bi li od koraka oblake izatkala
svetlo utulila
bi li od dodira gromove sastavila
naga i topla
sa jesenjim vetrom ljubav vodila
bi li se to tako željna usudila
Dev Nov 2014
I see you.

And I hear them too.

"You need to choose."
"Well you must like one more than the other"
"This is just a phase."
"Oh, you're just confused."

I see you.

And I hear society.

Today, society feels threatened by anything that does not fit a label.
Especially if that label leads to more confusion than clarity.

Dear Little Bi-Girl, you are not the problem.

Gay - Men who like Men
Lesbian - Women who like women
Bi-****** - you like both?

Dear Little Bi-Girl, they are confused by you.

Bi-sexuality is what the "B" in LGBT stands for.
Proving that you are recognized as "different" and it's okay.
But yet you still feel the lack of respect associated with who you want to love.

Little Bi-Girl, you remind society that there is a grey area in this black and  white world.

You are the blurred line.
You are the example of half and half.
You are the misunderstood.

And I still see you.

Not fully allowed to be a part of the straight world and not fully allowed to be a part of the gay world.

You feel awkward in both.
You don't fit in a box.

Borderline hetero, borderline ****.

And I still see you.

You like the softness of a woman,
The ruggedness of a man,

And society is not content with your opinion of your ****** orientation:

"I just like people".

Society is loud and drowns you out.

"You need to choose."
"Well you must like one more than the other"
"This is just a phase."
"Oh, you're just confused."

But Little Bi-Girl,

I see you.

You can't choose.
You don't like one more than the other.
and It's not just a phase.

You're not confused.
Society is.

Dear Little Bi-Girl,
I hear you.

I am you.
About a year ago, I came out as bi-******. A label I hate to use, but the only one society has to describe me, and my ****** orientation. It was an interesting experience. I was no longer a part of the hetero world, but I was not really a part of the gay community as I thought I would be. This poem reflects some of the major identity issues I struggled, and continue to struggle with on a daily basis.
Avneesh Saini Nov 2017
Jindagi chalti hi samjhoto se hai,chale bi kyo na jindagi ko aasaan jo bana dete hai

Ha thoda dard bi de dete hai kabhi kabhi
Par dard ke badle ek maksad de dete hai

Maksad jeene ka, par jeena chaye kaise bi **
Chaye has kar, chaye ro kar, chaye bor hokar

Par ha thode ajeeb to hote hai yeh
Kyuki kisi ko khusi de dete hai or kisi ko gum

Par Kabhi kabhi kush aisa kar dete hai
Ki aisi umeed bi ni hoti inse
Aur Anchaye anjaam ko aane se rok bi dete hai yeh

Par jo bi kahe jindagi me inki ek apni jagah hai
Tabhi to yeh har jagah hai..........
Rani jutarnji intervjui
#1 Dok grad spava uz cvrkut ptica koje niko ne osluskuje.

M: Sta za tebe znaci cvrkut ptica?

mh: Za nekog ko zivi citav zivot pored ulice, tacnije u nivou ulice, gde me od trotoara deli nekih 25-35 cm zida, a od vozila  1.5 -2 m, priguseni zvuk vozila koji se postepeno pojacava i postepeno gubi u kracim ili duzim intervalima uz onaj huk u trenutku prolaska kao i govor prolaznika, urezao se u mene i postao deo mog zivota.

Retko uhvatim sebe kako slusam te zvukove sem kada mi se neki bas nametne i to onaj ljudski u duzini jedne recenice koja moze da se izgovori prolaskom pored par metara zida. Iz te jedne recenice koja ima svoj zvuk i tematiku profil prolaznika je vrlo lako zamisliti. Ponekad mi izmame osmeh, a ponekad uznemirenost, pa i strah.

Tematika tih recenica mogla bi se podeliti u zavisnosti od doba dana kada su prolaznici aktivni. Od onih dnevnih tema najglasnije su vaspitno-obrazovne gde se dete uci kako da ne ide ni slucajno pored ivicnjaka, a od onih nocnih, najglasnije su one ljubavne gde tacno znam da u narednih sto metara sledi raskid ili strastven ***.

Ima i onih tema gde ti se smuci i gde sam u fazonu “hajde bre vise” a to su naravno komsijske, koje kad krenu znam da ce trajati bar pola sata ili u kasnim nocnim satima taxi teme, ko koga ceka i ko gde ide.

Ponekad znam da provirim kroz roletne i zateknem vrlo kreativne scene, recimo kreativno iscrtavanje kruga sto mi zene ne bismo mogle.

Vikend je predvidjen za vristanje zena koje pokusavaju da prekinu tucu pijanih iz kafica gde kako se otvaraju vrata treste narodnjaci, a ima i onih koje vole da bacaju veliko kamenje na takve kafice i onda brzim trcecim koracima prodju pored mog prozora.

mh: uh, sto meni ne idu ove duge forme

M: pa zasto ih onda koristis?

mh: Ma ne znam, dosadno mi, a i znam nekog ko voli glupe textove.

mh: Dakle, gde sam ono bese stala. A da, zasto volim cvrkut ptica.

Pa, tokom studija najvise mi je prijalo da u nocnim satima, kad se sve primiri, kad svi polegaju i saobracaj se razredi i kad se moje telo zagreje, da krenem sa radom na studentskim zadacima. Iz dana u dan ritam bi se menjao i ja bih sve kasnije i kasnije odlazila u krevet i tako sve dok nije pocelo da svice.

U tom pomeranju pocela sam da uocavam kad se sta desava na ulici i polako prestajala da gledam na sat. Djubretari bi bucno prosli u 4am a negde izmedju 4:30 - 4:45 bi nastao muk, noc bi pocela da prelazi u dan i tada bi krenulo oglasavanje ptica.

I dan danas ne znam koja ptica je u pitanju jer sa prozora se nije dalo videti ali nije, vrabac, nije golub, nije lasta, ne kresti ko vrana, svraka, nije gugutka sa svojim”dugo spiš”, ne znam, ali znam da je pesma lepa i da dolazi od nekog ko zeli da privuce paznju na sebe. I taj osecaj da priroda opstaje medju ovim betonom mi je bila bas lepa i zanimljiva jer su ptice pronasle rupu u buci i koristile taj momenat da komuniciraju daleko od usiju mnogih.

Te ptice su u stvari bas pametne i prakticne, kad stigne jesen, a one lepo na jug, tamo gde je prijatnije, a ne da se smrzavaju, budu sumorni sve do proleca kao “mi ljudi iz gradova” - Milan Mladenovic

Ptice bi oznacavale tada i pocetak tv emisije nekog kuvara koji bi parlao na spanskom onako kako to samo oni umeju i ja bih sa zamisljenim ukusom polako uranjala u san.

mh: Vreme mi je da uronim u san, zato Laku noc do sledeceg intervjua.

M: Laku noc tebi i svim citaocima

__________
#2 Iskrenost - veoma skup poklon

M: Kako tumacis ove recenice koje smo pronasli na jednom zidu, moglo bi se reci jednu pored druge?
- "Iskrenost je veoma skup poklon, ne ocekuj ga od jeftinih ljudi"
- "Nije vazno da li je skupo, nego da li se isplati"

mh: Nek odgovor ostane za neku drugu priliku.

Prosao je sajam knjiga pa bih volela da podelim sa citaocima jednu pesmu inspirisanu knjigama, zove se "Neizreceno"

NEIZRECENO

Lagano je
prelazila
prstima
preko korica
u ritmu
sto neznost
izaziva

Pogled
mi se usmerio
na pokret
na zelju
stajala je pored
primetila je
izgovorila je

Ja tako
kada mi se
svidjaju
korice

Uzvratih joj
da volim
u muzejima
preko skulptura
da predjem
dodirom
dozivim oblik
osetim teksturu

Znas li ti da je to zabranjeno?
Rece ona
ozbiljno

Tu sam zastala
a u glavi je
odzvanjalo

E jbg
kad volim
ono sto je zabranjeno

E jbg
kad volim
ono sto je zabranjeno

E jbg
vise nije bila tu
vise nije bila pored
ali je i dalje odzvanjalo

mh, Novembar 2016

M: Danas si okrenula novi list?

mh: Today is the day :D

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#3 Koja je tvoja maska?

M: Evo posle relativno duge pauze konacno smo uhvatili mh da nam kaze par reci o tome sta se desava i zasto je nema, da li sprema nesto novo...

mh: Dobro vece svim citaocima i tebi M posebno. Evo samo par reci o tome da se priprema program naucno -obrazovnog karaktera za sledecu 2017 godinu. Bice tu dosta toga sto ce iziskivati da citaoci udju u sebe i potraze neke odgovore.
Jedna od prvih tema bice maske, kako nastaju, njihova uloga i podela.

M: Ja se posebno radujem znajuci da vec dugo radis na tome i verujem da ce sve maske pasti :)

mh: Pa eto nadam se da sam citaocima vec zagolicala mastu i da ce biti tu da isprate program koji sledi.

M: btw. Imali smo jednog citaoca iz unutrasljosti sa komentarom na pesmu "Neizreceno" kaze, u pesmi se navode "korice kao predmet svidjanja" da li to oznacava neku povrsnost ili...?

hm: ne, ne , ne cak naprotiv, sasvim suprotno, oznacava jednu otvorenost da se zaviri i pronadje nesto dublje ispod raznoraznih korica, sem knjige, postoje tu i recimo modni casopisi, ili katalozi o uredjenje enterijera... Tako da mislim da je rec sasvim na svom mestu.

M: Hvala ti mh, ne bi te vise zadrzavali. Vidimo se uskoro :)
mh: vidimo se, pozdrav svim citaocima :)



NASTAVICE SE...
Aryan Sam Jun 2018
Ik gal kaha.

Menu 2016 to hi yakeen ja ** gea c
Ki thuhade lai menu bhulna bada easy c
Bcz us time jado thuhade viah di gal chali c
Tuci menu ik war bi nai c dasea
Nd us bhenchod nu pyar kar bethe c tuci

Yaar me kade kisi hor nu pyar nai kita, na hi kade kar paya. Beshak me hor bada kuj kita.
Bhawe oh kudi baji c ya nasha.
Par kisi hor nu kade pyar nai kr sakea.

Menu sala ehi samj nai a reha
Ki me thuhanu yaad karna band kr dawa
Ya ewe hi yaad krda raha

Me badi try kr reha ki yaad na kara.
Par is baar gal kuj hor he
2016 wich me bhul gea c u nu
But etki, gaand fati hoi a meri
Bus ik mar nai sakda
Baki bahro kush rehna penda

Kini war dekh chukea me thuhanu lal rang de choore wich
Sali iko dua nikdi ki maut a jawe menu
Bcz me khud mar nai sakda
*** bi ro reha

Yaad a ik wari, jado apa park wicho di ja rahe c
Te ik munda park wich ro reha c
Te me us time
Keha c ki sala
Kinna pagal he
Munda ewe kiwe ro sakda
Aj oh munde di yaad andi menu
Te meri kahi gal
Aj samj anda ki sala rona ki hunda

Bhen di lun hoi bi meri life di
Sala kite bi dil nI lagda mera

I know u nu mazak hi lag reha hona
Ha me kita bi mazak hi c thuhade naal
Te aj usdi saza bhugat reha ha
Ena jyada tadap reha ha

Pata ik ta banda ro ke mann halka kr lenda
Ik banda andro ronda
Jeda sala andro rona, te usda mann bi halka nai hunda
Bada ikha hunda

Fat jandi he
Rooh kamb jandi he
Sala jad bi kade wife nu patiala chad ke anda
Ta sad song laganda. Badi myshkil naal sad song sunan nu milde
Te bus sara rasta ronda anda me
Sach kaha ohi ik time hunda jad me ro sakda ha te apna mann halka karda ha
Cheeka marda ha, chest te mukke marda ha
Thapad tak marda ha apne aap nu
Sala sochda ki isi bahane kuch dil halka ** jawe
Par kithe.
Nai hunda.

Heena jj, menu pata ki mera *** koi hak nai reha.
Par metho ik haq na khona
Oh thuhanu dekhan da.
Me kade life wich interfair nai krda
Bus menu dekhan to na rokna kade.

Me tadfna chanda ha
Rona chanda ha
Apni galtia krke

Ameen
Laura Williams Aug 2015
Why when we ask someone their orientation,
Why do we look down on bisexuals?
we see their attraction to both genders as a negative,
When we should be free to be and love whoever we choose,
Without this bi hatred dragging us down,
It's unfair and downright ugly,
To assume the chances of someone cheating is higher if they're bi,
No a loving, commited bi person is not bound to cheat
Oh there's more people to cheat with if they like both genders.
If they're commited to their partner that should be enough.
No, they're still trying to figure themselves out, it's a phase.
Give them a break, ****** orientation and attraction is fluid.
It can't be guessed or pigeon holed into one category.
Just choose already,
Like hell will I choose because you tell me to,
I'll choose when I fall in love.
Be that with a man or woman.
I think we give bisexual people a hard time and it's about time we changed that. This poem reflects my feelings on the subject.
james m nordlund Nov 2018
Whilst installed in the Blackhouse,
RumputiN's and vlad the impaler's latest
craven political attack on the military,
Against Admiral McRaven, who headed up
the capture of Osama, is just more raving.
This is clear to everyone since they,

the bi-headed underworld crown of
the bipolar axi of global supposed power,
RumputiN, republican capitalist materialists,
vlad the impaler, totalitarian socialist
materialists, put our military on TX's SE
border with Mexico, even though the "caravan"
which was 40 days away, was projected
to be arriving at the SW part instead,

A political stunt to get republican politicians
between 1/2 and 1 % more votes in the Midterms,
While it worked for the criminal gaining of votes,
The military is doing next to nothing there,
And should be allowed home by Thanksgiving.
Meanwhile, Trumpler said, the "Admiral didn't
do so well, since it took so long to capture
Bin Laden", when it was king george and his ****,
cheney, who ordered Osama to be allowed to escape
from Bora, Bora to Pakistan for safe keeping in

Abbottabad, "5 miles S. of Pakistan's Westpoint".  
You see, Bushs and Bin Ladens had been in business
for decades, and in the M.E. business is thicker
than blood, Bush could no more **** Bin Laden than
he could his own flesh and blood.  It's well known
that he received wedding invitations to Osama's kids
weddings, etc., for years, so, Trumpler blaming
McRaven and O'bama, when they caught him in the 2nd year
of his Presidency, is just more precious examples of our
king kong sized terrible two's use of 1st conclusion,
superficial, linear thought stragedy to attack everybody,
in attempts to silence, cower most if not All, in vain.

These attacks by Trumpler are also misdirections, to take
the news cycles off: his party's extreme losses and evident
voter crime they did, like in GA, where Abrams "couldn't
concede in her Governor's race for that would mean it was
proper...", it wasn't because Gov. Elect Kemp determined that
"...it wasn't a free, fair election, ...democracy failed in GA".
Also, his illegally installing Whitaker, a criminal the FBI is
investigating, to acting Attorney General, to preside over the
Mueller investigation (cover-up for: it doesn't use the RICO act
and asked for him to answer a take home test months ago, he
hasn't even handed in yet, while "...We(e),...", got our last
take home tests in 1st grade).  As well as his wasting a 1/2 a
billion of your tax $ on further militarization of our S. border.
His false, lame attacks against democratic leaders are unending.

On the letter by 16 democrat politicians who signed onto "the
leadership fight against Pelosi (for the republicans), Ocasio-
Cortez, Elect, says, "what's the point of changing just to...,
we might get a more conservative leader, for signers aren't diverse,
14 are male, very few people of color, progressives aren't signing."
I agree, why would the non-repubs get rid of their strongest
political leader going into impeachment time and 2020?  The supposed
left said "Hillary wasn't perfect", and helped to install him, when,
if you didn't vote Hillary you voted for the bi-headed, RumputiN/vlad
the impaler, head of the global oligarchy and bi-polar global axi of
supposed power to dictate the extermination to extinction of humanity,
large mammals, for the corp structure's convolution's devolutionary
direction + 'la machine''s, sociological programming (machining) human
(into not) being, individually, which is the social challenge of our
day, as the convolution's dictating cult of personality is almost all
and the socialist's extemist lie that "there's no reality without
their agreement", is the political one.  Don't be undone, be one well.
Thanx for the great worx, I look forward....  "...We(e),..." are advancing the Evolution in it's struggle against the corporate structure's (la machine) convolution and it's devolutionary direction.  You, indivisible life and illimitable potential, and your worx go along way in that evolutionary direction, for, we can walk in nature's balance, giving back to Earth's abundance.  If you didn't vote Hillary you voted for the bi-headed, RumputiN/vlad the impaler, head of the global oligarchy to dictate the extermination to extinction of humanity, large mammals, for the corp structure's convolution's devolutionary direction + 'la machine''s, sociological programming (machining) human (into not) being, individually, which is the social challenge of our day, as the convolution's dictating cult of personality is almost all and the socialist's extemist lie that "there's no reality without their agreement", is the political one.  All life are necessary threads in life's fabric, we can't allow to be torn asunder, as we followed none, we leave no footprints that will echo on, in all ways, always.   reality
Hollow Steve Jul 2015
Catapault me into chaos,
I wish to get a little closer.
Your tainted eyes speak to me.
I wish to get to know you,
just a little bit better.

If I can handle it,
I'll stick around and play.
Too much pain is a killjoy.
If it burns too much,
I'll blow out the fire someday.

Criss-crossdresser,
I'm seduced into your submission.
My identity remains in shambles,
I'll see you on the otherside,
as I walk through this transition.

A possible phase,
or a permanent reside?
I am lost in mindless self indulgence.
If I dance in the rain,
I'll no longer have to hide.

An eternal blue flame,
made of youth and spirit.
Love could only feed the madness.
To remain the same,
is something my mind could never inhabit.

So dance, and dance,
and sing the tunes of duality.
I experiment with composure.
And once I find balance,
my dream will be that much closer
Aryan Sam Nov 2018
Up
Yaar seriously. You have ****** me badly.
Eni buri tara naal fat rahi meri
Me das nai sakda
Daily regrets
Daily rona
Daily ehi kam
** gea
Morning de 4 waje hoye ne
Nd me ehi tehi krwa reha thuhanu soch soch ke
Bhenchod nu ik war bi meri yaad nai andi honi
Te me ethe lea marwa reha apni

Koi na putt, din mere bi aau. Bhawe thode din lagu
Putt jinni fat rahi na meri, tuci samj nai sakde
Menu ena bi lata ki tuci meria eh gallan read bi nai krde
Lod bi ki he
Meri aukat bi ki c u dj kife wich
Saliye kade meri value pai bi c?
Agar pain hundi ta ah din na dekhda me
Me thuhanu bi barabar da kasuurbaar samjda ha is takleef lai
Koi na putt, thoda time de
Dekh bina bole te bina kuj kahe kiwe tadpaun tenu jiwe aj me tadap reha

****** up yaar, i hate it
Bjarke May 2017
Hello
Goodbi
No, not incorrect spelling
I am a good bi
But what does that mean?
From the age of 8 all I ever heard about was mothers and fathers
That one day I'd find a wife and be a husband
But but​ 10 I had, feelings.
The first time I tried to open up about them I was explained that opposites attract so I must be wrong.
Two men couldn't possibly be right.
So I brand myself straight, after fixing the curve to fit in
By 12 I had learned a new word.
Bisexual.
But what is it?
Who is it?
Knock knock
Who's there?
It's me
Hello
Goodbi
Yes, I am a good bi
I indulged this new finding and what I found was myself
Among something I could call myself besides confused.
So here I am.
Spry, bi, and ready to try
Try to be the best bi I can be
By being myself.
A friend of mine came out to me as bisexual. I could relate
Donall Dempsey Feb 2019
SON OF A BI...BIT...BITC...GUN!

Porky Pig
hits his thumb

with a hammer.

It swells up
and throbs

only like a cartoon can.

Now, back then...
*****!  is not a word

you use in cartoon land
or in front of your Dad or Mum.

But Porky stu...stu...stamm...stutters:
”Oh! SON OF A BI..BIT...GUN!"

Then winks at us and says:
”Ha you thought I was goin’ to say: '*****!' ...didn't ya!"

It catches on...
becomes a catch phrase.

We use it every time
we can.

Everything is BI...BI...BI...GUN!

Mum can’t understand
where we got the word from.

When we explain
- she frets:

“Don’t tell Porkie Pies!
Porky Pig would never say that! ”
Allen Wilbert Jan 2014
Bi-Polar Man

In the darkest evening hours,
arose a man with special powers.
Stop a fast moving car,
uproot the biggest tree,
float like a butterfly,
sting like a bee.
Climb the highest mountain,
swim the deepest sea,
Drinks from the youth fountain,
the luxury of being free.
Take advantage, it only lasts a few days,
in walks depression, and its wicked ways.
No fun to crash and burn,
not knowing which way to turn.
Sleep all day, awake crying all night,
battle the struggle, with all your might.
Afraid to leave your own house,
too lazy to catch a pestering mouse.
Then the powers suddenly come back,
now it's time for the returning attack.
Playing Frogger on a busy street,
for the high score, you compete.
Jump the tallest building,
faster than a private jet,
dreams and goals, you're fulfilling,
spending money, bills you forget.
Once again, you start to crash,
head you begin to bash.
You are bi-polar man,
never was part of the plan.
One day happy, next day sad,
Now you're laughing, then you're mad.
Mood changes on the drop of a dime,
no perception of day or time.
On a schedule of pill taking,
these habits, no chance of breaking.
I happen to be a bi-polar man,
just doing whatever I can.
Sarah Jones Dec 2014
The term Bisexual
was coined in 1824.
Back in the days,
when Gender meant
what was in your pants,
not in your head.
Don’t try to tell me I am Pan!
Don’t bring me back to the stone ages,
When I tell you who I am.
Why do I say I’m Bi?
People then understand what I am,
Instead of trying to say I **** pans.
Because It feels just right,
Not too uncaring, not too tight.
Because I am bisexual,
And my love is my right.
Hadiy Syakir Mar 2018
Maybe it's for you but not for me, but who knows?

When will the time stop and give way to the paradoxical space that will shove the soul out of its life, eventually?

Tend to think that the archetypal white collar worker is what you should be before you delve into the reality?

Jumped into the ripest chord of a void song, and you found nothing but truth and perplexity?

Threw yourself into the wilderness but you are still deprived of happiness, only peace, filled with emptiness?

Crashed the mental into bi-polarizing set of uncertainty and sanity, driving everything towards the ravine of confusion and misinterpretation?

Dropped the last sweat of joy and contentment before you discover the eventuality, pessimistic value of the whole context?  

Until the ultimate full stop appears, will you understand what is the whole story is all about?
Joliver Jun 2018
To LGBTQ
I am so proud of you
Each letter of your name
Is a stunning color of the rainbow
A brilliant display
Of pride formed from prejudice
A triumph of diversity and acceptance
A family to love and be loved by
I am so proud to call myself bi

But LGBTQ
You have made me blue
It hurts to say it's true
But you
Deny letters in your name
Because the first two have so much fame
And the rest of us are not the same
For this pain, you are to blame

Erasure and denial
Are the reasons for this trial
Why is our one bastion full of intolerance
Tainted by the lie of acceptance
Why
When the world is hurtful enough
Must our corner of it
Be so rough

LGBTQ
I love you
But
Think it through

To the bi community I call home
You are valid
You are the driving force behind this ballad
Don't let them tell you
About your "passing privilege"
When they will never understand what bi erasure is
And don't ever look for approval
Love who you love
Because love is love is love is love
And while they may never understand
Our erasure and our pain
We belong here
The B is in the name
Be proud of the bi community
Because the mother of pride
The original guide
Was bisexual
With a blue, pink, and purple heart inside

To our ace, pan, an aro siblings
I know you don't feel welcome
I know you feel invisible
But know that nothing
They say or do
Makes you less worthy
Of being LGBTQ
Your feelings and struggles are real
As is all the frustration and hurt you feel
I love you, and I'm proud to stand by your side
Know that you don't have to hide
Be proud to be you
Because I am already proud for you

To the trans community
There is so much more
That I can learn from you
Your voice is integral
To LGBTQ
It infuriates me
How ignorant people
Refuse to see
That you are people in need of love
I know you know the discrimination
I am speaking of
You face struggles I can only imagine
Just know that when it comes to intolerance
I will always take action

To all the marginalized sexualities of the rainbow
We will always continue to learn and grow
We are as different as we are alike
And if they can't accept us then they can go take a hike
Don't marginalize or demean each other
We are each our own unique shade and color
We have stood by each other as we have fought
And I hate to break it to you
But we're all we've got
tauhid May 2016
b'ęránko bà p'égbá nigbò, kiniun lolori wøn
b'ęiyę p'øgøfa l'ødan așa l'øga gbogbo wøn
b'øba p'ęgbęrun laiye, ønirisha ni baba wøn
b'obinrin ti pøto laiye, iwø motunrayo ni mø yan layo

ifę rę n'pa mi bi øti
oyi ifę rę n'kømi o mu mi lotutu
gbogbo ara mi ngbøn bi ęni w'ędo
b'oba føwø rę kanmi , arami aya gaga

ololufe mi apønbeepore
o'nfa øfun ni kij'ęran pe lęnu,
ohun mi k'in wa ę m'øya , irinajo niøję
nișęju ișęju løkan mi fa si ę

ololufęmi abęfę, ibadi aran awęlęwa
ęwa rę tan bi mønamana
otan kaari aiye, omu imøle wasayemi
ofimi løkan bale, aiya mi o ja ęru o si bamimø

ifę rę mumi rinri ajo ayø
omumi de ebute idunnu ati alafia
mowoke modupę løwø eledua
to semilanu nigba ti mo șe awari ifę rę

bi ewe ba pę Lara oșę, a ma d'øșę
ekurø lala b'aku ęwa
bi inu ba șè șì, aworan rę lowa ni bę.
iwø ni monifę julø .

mawo ariwo øja rara.
mașe da awøn ęlętan løhun
iru ifę wa yii lowu wøn
ifę at'oke l'atørun wa.
it's a poem. in my native language to my beloved sweetheart
Sam Felix Jun 2016
Gay.
Lesbian, Bi.
Love is Love.
Girl, Girl. Boy, Boy.
Not liking the opposite ***.
Like or loving the same ***.
Lesbian, Gay, Bi, Trans, Intersex, Asexual Community.
You are not unnatural or weird.
Coming out of the closet.
Being who you are.
Pride within yourself.
Loving Yourself.
Gay.

Straight.
Girl, Boy.
Love is Love.
Male, Female. Male, Female.
Not liking the same ***.
Liking or loving the opposite ***.
Being seen as normal in today’s society.
You’re not any different than gays.
Not coming out to anyone.
Being who you are.
Pride within yourself.
Loving yourself.
Straight.
Day One Of Two:
I'm crying
Cringing in disgust
For this is me
My horrible weakness
Me in all my broken glory
I have it all
Yet I'm so incomplete
I'm a missing piece
That will never find where it fits
I'm a lone star in the dark sky
I whisper to myself
I tell myself how horrible and worthless I am
How I'm a nothing and always will be.

Day Two Of Two:
I'm floating on air
A miniaturized sun shining bright
I think there's nothing to fear
I have it all
I'm free and ready to fly
Fearless and free
No weight or sorrow lying on me
Smiling at nothing
Just living
Questioning nothing
And just trying to be me.

Notes:
Yeah I'm crazy
Those days
I was experiencing
Something no one believes I have
No one listens to my pleas
No one listens to my horror
They ignore my evidence
Ignore me.
Kao primer uzmimo zenu koja ima potrebu da zadovolji svoje primarne potrebe, da bude srecna i zadovoljna.
I zamislimo takvu ispunjenu zenu koja se u drustvu deklarise kao "nicija" da je krenula u potragu za osobom koja bi zadovoljila njenu primarnu potrebu.
Prvo pitanje do koga dolazimo jeste, koga ona zapravo trazi?
Logicno bi bilo da ona prvo trazi one slicne sebi "nicije"ali razmotrimo i druge opcije.

Recimo da joj u oci upadne  prvo osoba koja je "necija" i da dodje do zadovoljenje potrebe. Obratimo paznju kako "nicija" zena sad nije vise u prvom planu, nego sta se desava uz prisustvo glasovnih promena gde "ne" prelazi u "sva", da, da, kako osoba "necija" samim cinom prelazi u "svacija". Neko bi rekao "jedna, manje-vise" nije to za " "svacija" za svacija je veci broj kao ono kad se do 5 kaze 3 coveka, 4 coveka, a od 5, 5 ljudi ili 5 svacijih, to je to, to je isto.

Pogledajmo sada opciju 2, zapravo kada dodje do spajanja dve "nicije" osobe, ali pogledajmo iz jednog blizeg, intimnijeg ugla. Da bi zadovoljenje bilo dovedeno do vrhunca, da podsetim opet, da ovde pricamo o srecnoj I zadovoljnoj zeni,  neophodno je da obe nicije osobe, drugu osobu dozive kao svoju teritoriju, kao deo sebe, ne bi li se prepustile I uzele sve ono sto im treba, sve ono sto ih dovodi do vrhunca. Vec vidim da su vam jasne I ovde glasovne promene I da “nicija zena” mora da u ovakvim trenucima postane “necija”

Razmotrimo sad I situaciju 3 da “nicija zena”  trazi zadovoljenje od osobe koje je “svacija” , Na prvu loptu reklo bi se da je ovde u pitanju neko savrsenstvo prisutno, gde “nicija zena” nije ljubomorna sto svaciji imaju I druge, ne zavidi im, nego bezuslovno voli I velika je podrska svima na tom putu slobode pa I samoj sebi.

Ali nemojmo se zavaravati  to je samo za posebne , recimo Isus Hrist, on I ako nije vise ziv I dalje je svaciji, pruza ljubav svima,  a I dovodi mase do vrhunca, ima ono desavanje kad svake godine ulazi svestenik u njegov grob, zatvore ga, pritom on nema  nista cime bi upalio svecu, nego desi se cudo I sveca se sama upali sama I kad svestenik izadje svi navale na njega ne bi li dobili plamen, pitam se sta rade sa svecama kada se plamen ugasi?

Zakljucak iz ovog bi bio da “nicija zena“ moze postojati jedino kao nezadovoljna, nesrecna zena, ona kojoj vise nisu bitne njene potrebe, ona koja ne dopusta sebi da uzme sta joj treba, ona koja odustaje od sebe, ona kojoj je tesko da poveruje da ipak moze biti necija I srecna, i da je to ok,  I da zbog toga ne mora da postane debela i umre pre vremena.

mh 2017
GreenTrees Jun 2017
A dark alley littered and filled with trash

My mood changes faster than Johnny spends his cash.

A merry-go-round that spins much too fast

and where it stops no one knows

I feel what I feel what ever way the wind blows.

My minds made up and it shows

And just when you think you had enough

there it goes...



- Karl v. 2017
5 minute poems
Christina Hale Mar 2018
When I'm close to you
I could feel somewhat turned on
It's just odd because you're a guy
But it's just when I'm close to you
It just seems sometimes I can't
Seem to make up my mind

In my eyes this is not natural, no
I'm supposed to be lesbian
In other people's eyes this is not natural, no
But I'm not going to deny myself
**** what's in the eyes of others
What am I supposed to do
I can't let this pass

But when I'm close to you
I just want you
I never thought this would happen
But why pass this up
You're a guy and you turn me on

In my eyes this is not natural, no
I'm supposed to be lesbian
In other people's eyes this is not natural, no
But I'm not going to deny myself
**** what's in the eyes of others
What am I supposed to do
I just can't let this pass

Well if this is wrong
Well then let it be wrong
If this is wrong
I'd rather be bi

In everybody's eyes lesbians are not supposed to like guys, no
In everybody's eyes I can't like guys, no
In everybody's eyes this is not natural, no
Well **** what's in the eyes of others

Well if this is wrong
Then let it be wrong
If this is wrong
I'd rather be bi
SIDHJOT SINGH Mar 2014
hai result devta,,, humaara result jaldi laao ..
hmaari saari tension tum bhagaao ..
bache tumhe kitna hate karte he
but fir bhi hum tera wait karte he ,,
ek dusre se date puch puch kar thak jaate he ..
hum to tere aane ke baad vali daant ko soch kar hi pakk jate he ..

aa ja yaar...
rishtedaaro ki enquiries phone par baras rhi he
mahole ki aauntiyan hume apne bacho se compare karne ko taras rhi he..
mujhse tera aur intezaar ni hota..
tu he vajah jo raat ko me na sota
raat ko chal nikalti jaati he..
but din guzarte nhi ..
dupeher nikalti nhi
aur shaam he ki dhalti ni ..

tu he aisi cheez jiska bhoot na sir se utaar sakte he
na tere saath reh sakte he aur na tujhe ignore maar sakte he ..
aajkal to dil galti karne se bhi darta he
kyunki beta saari galtiyan result par nikalti he aur bnda marta he...

jindagi me vaise hi ni ghat rha koi haseen sitam
tu aur aa jata he fodne humpe marks ke ye bomb..
badtameez dil he tera, dk bose he tu, killer he tu
but kya karen hum bi hamaari zindagi ke makaan ka pillar he tu ...

tere side effect bi rhyming he..
acha to taaliya
aur
bura to gaaliyann...

bas ab aaja ...
aajaa yaar ...
dil se dar ki safaai kar,,,
hmaari bhaalaayi kar...

bas aaja .... ab aur BP na high kar ... aaja

SIDHJOT SINGH
jmm Dec 2018
dear —,
this is not divinity-
no empty pillowcase cape can make you fly
no lipstick can make you beautiful no girl can make you girl no
boy can’t make you boy
no night time prayers can make you god
girl,
you can’t hate yourself into a revolution
or love yourself into a label
boy,
bi-
child.
binary gendered thing
bipolar botched up baby with hit hard head
bisexual? still denying: gay **** queer ***** ***** *****
bi.
j,
this is no caution tape finish line-
no period can finish your seesaw story,
child,
sadness sometimes stretches like
semicolons or wet cement
flowing through this blood, waiting for the moment to harden
to cave you into yourself
to sink into nose too wide, heart too big, space
too much
you growing soul,
with samson strength put all
in two places
just because that ****** pillowcase can
catch your tears doesn’t mean
you will always be only to catch
You,
stand.
have you prayed your own salvation so much you’ve forgotten how it feels to
open your eyes
?
held yourself long enough your back can’t crack open again
?
searched solutions for phantoms so you can only see yourself problem
?
have you written so many poems that you expect me finished
here?
•••
darling,
not every poem has a conclusion
not every poem needs one.
and not every person is prose
where the solution wraps itself into a bow
you can’t keep conflict with yourself until it does
love,
sometimes the answer will pass through
falling failing chests and
pressed pastor palms
sometimes the answer isn’t prewritten
picture book in black and white/boy and girl
sometimes it’s You
somewhere in between-
Avneesh Saini Jul 2018
Hai zazba kabil-e-tarif unka
Par phir bi log unhe pathar mar jate hai

Are bahut chota sa fasla rakhte hai vo log
Jannat aur jahnum ke beech

Kyuki jaha vo rehte hai ussey jannat kehtee hai
Aur na jane kab vo jannat unke liye jahnum ban jaye
Sayad kisi ko bi ni pata hota

Hai zazba kabil-e-tarif unka
Par phir bi log unhe pathar mar jate hai
This is for the soldiers who are posted in kashmir region in india
Sacrelicious Apr 2012
I'm just gunna
hula-hoop
right through
your
loop
hole.

I'm dating
Debbie Downer
but I'm bi-curious
for Positive Paul.

I'm hungry.
I'm pissy.

Debbie, get back to
Betty.
& Bake me a cake.
I'll go hang out
with
Paul and his country ****.
Whoops,
I mean
Crock.

You can just keep *******'
in the kitchen.
Pagan Paul Jul 2018
.
In a costume of conflicting emotion,
of crossing diamondic colour,
with regal posture in grief,
the Harlequin and the King,
a display of opposites
creating a composite being,
that eases her body
gently into the waiting water,
to float away serene,
on her journey to the nether.

Midnight blue and emerald green,
the regalia of ermine,
both ostentatious and humble,
robeing the aspects,
understated in crowning splendour,
the gentleman King bows,
and the Harlequin laughs,
the bi-polar reaction
to the tragedy of misfortune,
with a sting in the myth-tale.

With the dark hues of mourning,
a legend passes on her way,
across the streams of time,
on a voyage to discover herself,
carrying her Harlequin in a purse,
holding her King to her breast,
owning them both in her heart,
the medicine wheel spins,
knowing the grapes of wrath
yield the wine of spite.

The motley speckles of attire,
a starry parody of night skies,
lighting the decorated funeral barge,
gliding along the rivers of space,
worn with the mantle of sorrow,
and it sails into the sunset,
as the Harlequin and King observe,
the mandala turns,
the bier of the Queen departing,
bears their sadness forth.

The Harlequin laughs and laughs 'til he cries,
his heart grows cold, then withers and dies,
whilst the King, statuesque, memoirs his life,
lamenting the legend of a Queen, his wife.



© Pagan Paul (24/07/18)
.
Christina Hale Mar 2018
Are you bi
I can't decide
The way you look at and flirt with guys
It seems to be so natural
Not naturalize

Straight
You know I was fine, doing great
When I thought that was what you were
But even though it seem to occur
That way
You were in fact so gay
Lesbian
Is what you came out as
And a lipstick one might I add
Bi
Could that possibly what you might be considering your femininity
And your way with guys

Are you bi
Can you decide
Just because you're in a lesbian relationship doesn't mean you still can't like guys
Are you bi
I can't decide
The way you look at and flirt with guys
It seems so natural
Not naturalize
Molly Mar 2014
If you are a girl and you are bisexual,
you're really just a ****.

If you are a boy and you are bisexual,
you're really just gay.

Bisexuality isn't a real thing,
it's a phase. You're confused.

All girls are secretly bi.
You're just more honest about it.

Bisexuals like everyone,
they don't know how to have real relationships.

Bisexuals are looking for attention,
They're dramatic,
They're confused,
They're *****
Idiots
Sinners
Immature.

Wrong.


Bisexuals are people.
This bothers me to no end
Saša D Lović Apr 2015
1.


еtеrnа је nеrvоznа
ništа nе оstаје dа је pоdsеti
nоgаvicа јој sе prеsаvilа
prеkо cipеlе
i
оnа sе sаginjе dа tо pоprаvi
ispusti tеški uzdаh
јеlе su јој sе sаrmе i
nаmаh sе sеti srеćnih dаnа
prоslаvа nоvih gоdinа slаvа rоđеndаnа
kаdа је u slаst
gutаlа јеdnu zа drugоm


2.



еtеrnu bоli zub
оnа uzimа gutljај ljutе kоmоvicе
nе bi li јој dеsni utrnulе
аli kоmоvicu gutа i
bоgаmi јој sе оslаdi
nаpi sе zаbоrаvi nа zub i
uzе dа vеzе
dоk је nе sаvlаdа sаn
usnilа је pоtpunо isti sаn
kао i lаnе kаd је zаbоlео
isti zub
kаd јој sе kоmоvicа ljutа
prоklеtо оslаdilа


3.


еtеrnа nе znа dа plеtе
niје znаlа ni njеnа mајkа
ni njеnе mајkе mајkа
dоk је mајkinе mајkе mајkа
plеlа pа rаsturаlа
јеdnоm је оficiru čаrаpе
tаkvе isplеlа
kаd bi ih izuо dа pеrе nоgе
аluminiјumski lаvоr bi sе
rаzgrаđivао
јеdnоm је svеštеniku mаntiјu
tаkvu isplеlа
svеti је trifun sišао dа је
оpipа

4.



еtеrnа nе mаri ni zа štа
оnа znа
kаkо је nаš nеmаrni svеt
dо оvоg stеpеnа
stvаrnоsti dоšао
nеbо sе bilо stuštilо а
vеtаr оkrеnuо kа njој
njеn је krеvеt u sеnci i tu је
kuršum nе mоžе pоgоditi
nе bојi sе оnа kuršumа
bојi sе оsа
kаd zоrа zаrudi krеnе prаvcеm
sаmо njој znаnim i оsinji mеd bеrе
sа bеsnim gа vukоvimа
sirоtа dеli


5.


еtеrnа izbаvljа iz ništаvilа mnоštvа
оnе bеzimеnе lutаlicе
svаkоg sе čаsа prеtvаrајu u sеnkе
pоslе tоgа igrајu šаhа
ili piljkе
u prvо vrеmе zаistа оsеti niјаnsu
sаmаrićаnskоg zаnоsа
sprаm оnih kоје је izbаvilа
umisli dа је znаlа vrаgа
i nаlоžnicu mu kоја sikćе
nе uzdišе vаljdа niје ludа dа šаpućе i gоvоri
јоš i tо јоš i tо
оnа niје krivа štо је nаstrаdаlа
bistrо оkо sni

6.



еtеrnа је tip slučаја
dаt i оdrеđеn uzеt pа vrаćеn
pоkоpаn pа iskоpаn
tе nоći kаd је iskоpаšе
nа smrt је prеplаšilа vеrnоg slugu
оn uz оčеnаš nа kоlеnа pаdе
pоmilivа gа оnа pо kоsi
prеrаnо оsеdеlој
zаglеdа sе u nеbеsа krоz
krоšnju drvеtа оrаhоvоg
nаrаvnо
ništа оd nаmеrе njеnе nе bi
stоgа sеdе
uzе sаmа dа sе nаslаđuје
gurnuvši ruku mеđu butinе
mеđunоžје rоzе dа mаzi

7.



eterna ne tako često
gleda ih gde sede u uvalici
njih dvadesetat i glancaju granate
a dole na otvorenoj pruzi
zubima je pokušavala da otkine šinu
potom se nalokala grozne vode
sa stanične česme
pa bi sedela ruku zavijenih
u praznoj čekaonici
voz je stigao veoma proziran
prvi put
dok je odlazila sa osmejkom se okrenu
dovikujući s vama je gotovo gotovo gotovo
Saša D Lović Sep 2014
1

gledao je dugo svoju sen
zakrvavljenim očima
  grlo mu se grčilo

sekiru sa zida da ponese
u šumu
  šta bi drugo

inače često dovodi sebe
u takvu situaciju
  ne zbog nečeg patološkog

ne zbog neke skrivene želje
već zbog šume
  ona je i ovog puta kriva

usne su mu drhtale
šumom odzvanjao njegov dah
  drveće počelo da vrišti

suze cerove kvasile humus
no to ga ovog puta ne pokoleba
  ovog puta otići će mnogo dalje

na sekiru pade zrak
i ona umi njegovo telo
  svojim sjajem


2

mala fide
dim se vije mehovi nadimaju
  čekići biju

znojavi kovači brkove suku
piju vodu metal stenje
  pod serijom teških udaraca

crveni se još nerođena sekira
u agoniji nastajanja
  sijaju se oštri zub i uvo tupo

pa je utom zgrabiše klešta
sve zaneme
  sve sačeka prvi vrisak

susret sa vodom
mala fide
  šta avaj nastade


3

u početku beše raka
i on je plesao oko nje
  poslednji ples

uma atrofičnog
udovi mu leteli sekli etar
  bale kvasila mu lice

očiju zakrvavljenih
ni glasa da pusti
  zmije su stenjale upregnute

niz amove otrov se slivao
raka poče da biva jezero
  drveće spustilo grane

i sve više grdilo mu lice
o boli
  ples je bivao sve sporiji

ptice su sve tiše rikale
iz tame poče da se rađa tama
  grđa i crnja

muve su naokolo zujale
drveće počelo da vrišti
  suze cerove kvasile humus


4

i kako je plakala sekira
naišavši na kamen
  vatrene suze prštale naokolo

kamen se vrteo kamen je jeo
vatrene suze
  i zub oštriji postajaše

svetlost njena poče da izjeda tamu
grđu i crnju
  od one pređašnje

pade zrak na nagrđeno lice
i stade sa plesom
  zmijama skide jaram

umi udove svoje u jezeru
urlik zapara galamu oko njega
  i nastade tišina tišina tišina

kezio se njegov lik
sa mirne površine
  progledao je


5

u početku beše i šuma
prašuma beskrajna
  u umu njegovom atrofičnom

i u njoj on i ona u njemu
podjednako
  plakao on plakala i šuma

jeli jedno drugo
grlo mu se grčilo
  udovi sušili crni dani behu

anđeli su sletali
kljucali mu oči
  koje su bile voda

donosili vatru u prašumu
da sagori um njegov atrofični
  vatra se gasila

donosili i vodu vodu mutnu vodu bistru
belu crvenu zelenu bilo kakvu
  voda se gasila


6

išla je sekira iz ruke u ruku
brzo i sigurno
  kroz vatru kroz vodu

padale glave
padalo drveće
  zub oštriji uvo tuplje držalje crnje

od krvi od zemlje
sekira je kružila
  tog su dana žene crno mleko muzle

ah nesreće
ptice su sve divlje rikale
  muve su zujale

pauci se razmrežaše
između prstiju njegovih
  ključala je lava u grudima šume

kezio se njegov lik
sa mirne površine
  jezera


7

sa rukom stopila se sekira
skameni se dah pogled znoj
  kidao je dronjke od odeće

bale kvasila mu lice
konji su bili nemirni
  anđeoskim hučanjem šuma ga zvala

lišće je padalo sa drveća
magla proždirala etar
  ptice behu odletele

rožnjače mu se zabrazdiše
srce poče da kuca
  sekira urliče

anđeli behu odleteli
samo su muve zujale
  on penio

šuma hučala
jezero ključalo
  tišina


8

na kraju beše svetlost
prasvetlost beskrajna
  u umu njegovom atrofičnom

i u njoj on i ona u njemu
podjednako
  smejao se on smejala se i svetlost

jeli jedno drugo
grlo mu se širilo
  udovi listali crni dani behu prošli

demoni su izranjali
kljucali oči
  koje su bile vatra

donosili gmazove u svetlost
da opogane um atrofični
  gmazovi se sušili

donosili pegaze sa rogom
bele crvrne zelene bilo kakve
  krila im otpadala


9

stajali bi sekira i on stopljeni
u agoniji
  svetlost zaslepi oko njegovo

iz rožnjače kapala je lava
tuga poče da izjeda svetlost
  grđu i crnju od pređašnje

zub tuplji uvo oštrije držalje istrošeno
pade tren na nagrđeno lice
  i poče sa plesom

zmijama jaram na vrat
kezilo se njegovo lice sa dna rake
  progledao je


10

granulo je sunce i nesta svetlosti
zmije su strašno siktale
  upregnute

gledale kako se otrov iz jezera
pretvara u oblak
  oblak zakri sunce

i njegov um atrofični
udovi mu leteli
  pogađali ptice

muve su zujale
očiju zakrvavljenih
  pusti glas planine su se tresle

vetar poče da duva
umrsi mu kosu koža mu se ospe
  iz tabana poče korenje da niče


11

sva se magla upi u njega
on spusti sekiru u raku
  u raku doteče lava

i ne bi više zuba oštrog uva tupog
šume prašume svetlosti prasvetlosti
  jednostavno ne bi

na kraju beše
on
  u agoniji

postojao je
Drifter Jan 2015
I'm a lot gayer than originally planned.
*******. Gay.
But I'm worried about the concept;
not sure if it's right to use the word
“gay”
when (I'm sorry I said it)
I'm really bisexual,
just particularly into women right now.
Like,
is that bad representation
of my sexuality?
Only encouraging
bi-erasure?
It just doesn't have the same
“umph”
to say
I'm feeling particularly
bisexual today.
But I've been telling myself
over and over
that it's okay,
no matter what
I'm feeling today.
I don't
need
your
box

anymore.
A reflection of my inner turbulence when I was still wrapped up in how I should identify myself in the LGBTQ+ community...worried way too much about it.  For clarification, I choose not to have a label. I have been in love with men, women, and people in between, and I'm okay with that.
Aryan Sam Mar 2018
akhiyan taras gaiyan
Ve tainu vekhan nu
Mera fukke kaalja ve
Teri galwakdi  nu

Khaure kehre des geya
Jitho ve murhda nahi
Aardassa karda
Nitt peer manauna aa

Tere deedar di taang rehndi
he menu majajne
pata nai kithe kho gaye ** tuci
pata nai kithe chale gaye ** tuci

har pase thuhanu labda rehnda ha
har choore wali nu eh soch ke dekhda ha
ki shyad thuhada chehra dekhan nu mil jawe
par sirf iko cheez mildi he
mayuusi

menu pata *** thuhanu
koi farak nai penda mere to
menu eh bi pata ki *** thuhanu
mere mare te bi koi fark ni pena
dukh hi sale ewe de dite ne me

par me sach kaha
thuhade samne ni anda ***
bus jo bi he
ethe likhda rahunga
shyad kade thuhanu read karn da time mil jawe

sala likhde likhde akhan wich paani a gea

ena jajbati pata nai kad to ban gea me

but eh agg bujan nai deni me kade
eh tadap kade mukkan nai deni me kade

thuhuhanu hasda dekhan lai
thuhade samne bi na awanga me

kush reho te ghar basao apna
te us bande nu bi kush rakheo
jide naal *** ** tuci
Saša D Lović Oct 2014
ti
celu si vaseljenu
mlekom svojim polila
samo si moja žedna usta
promašila
zašto si se vratila
da bi te gorkim čemerom pojila
zašto si me onda nemirno pogledala
da bi ti srce slomila
da bi ti u usta uzde naselila
sedlom osedlala šećer ti dala
celu si vaseljenu
belim hlebom nahranila
samo si moja gladna usta
promašila
zašto si se vratila
da bi te patnji neznanoj izložila
zašto si onda da me voliš lagala
da bi te u vatru bacila
iz brloga tvoga izvukla
eterom opijala jezikom ubijala
Blake Aug 2018
When we fell asleep video chatting every night for a month
When I cried because you were the first person to make me feel like I wasn’t alone
When you excitedly told me about kissing a girl in a cemetery
When you sent me videos of your dirt bike
When we went cruising and listened to songs from our favourite band
When you tried to teach me how to game
When you told me everything you love about your girlfriend
When you talked about engines and cars with me even though I didn’t understand
When you saw I was feeling bad even at the one place I’m always happy
When you didn’t ask questions when I asked you to get rid of my razors, but instead told me how proud you were
When you held me as I cried, knowing I hate crying in front of people
When you let me fall asleep holding you even though I was cold and wet
When you held my hand when we woke up on the day when everyone had to leave
When you let me hug you a hundred times because you knew how much I’d miss you

When you gave me closeness and friendship and love unlike anything I’d ever known before

When we sat in my porch for 3 hours after fireworks were shot at people during a party, so you could make sure I was okay
When you let me cuddle you even though your friends would give you a hard time
When you told me you’d help me out if anyone ever hurt me
When you took a selfie with me
When you carried me everywhere *** I was tired
When you held my hand going down a steep trail because I couldn’t see and you knew I was scared
When you brought me extra food because you knew I skipped lunch
When you were protective over who I was friends with
When I came over to your house for the first time and we made pizza, gamed, and hung out with your family
When you had you first kiss with me

When you always showed you were protective of me and became the big brother I never had

When you told me you were bi on the first day we met
When you told me that only people you know well or that you like get to know you’re bi
When you cried and told me all your favourite facts and memories of a friend who had betrayed you
When you told me I had a cute nose
When you fell asleep holding my hand
When we hugged eachother after not seeing eachother for a year
When we kissed for the first time
When we kissed more
When you were my date
When you told me I was the only non-celebrity you’d go gay for
When we danced together
When we agreed to have an annual one week relationship

When you were the first girl I loved

When I met these people I never thought we’d get to the point were at now.
I doubt I’ve effected their lives as much as they’ve effected mine but it doesn’t even really matter because I have them and that’s all that matters to me
suicidal twitch Nov 2015
My friend is bi-gender.
I'm not sure whether to say him or her,
But I really don't want to offend him/her...

After a lot of research about it,
And countless nights of no sleep, I'll admit.
I've finally come to a conclusion, I won't throw a fit.

At first I was scared,
I was scared that no one cared,
But then I saw your smile, and how you looked prepared,
"I've come to my decision!" I had declared.

I'm oh so very proud of my double gendered friend,
It still amazes me to no end.
Although others will say that you pretend,
I'll stay by your side as the days begin to blend.
Shout out to my bi-gender friend!
Saša D Lović Apr 2015
ti
celu si vaseljenu
mlekom svojim polila
samo si moja žedna usta
promašila
zašto si se vratila
da bi te gorkim čemerom pojila
zašto si me onda nemirno pogledala
da bi ti srce slomila
da bi ti u usta uzde naselila
sedlom osedlala šećer ti dala
celu si vaseljenu
belim hlebom nahranila
samo si moja gladna usta
promašila
zašto si se vratila
da bi te patnji neznanoj izložila
zašto si onda da me voliš lagala
da bi te u vatru bacila
iz brloga tvoga izvukla
eterom opijala jezikom ubijala
Haylin Mar 2018
What's the hardest thing about being bi?
Secretly falling in love with your girl best friends.
And she's straight.
And other is a lesbian.
And you hide your feelings, so you don't ruin the friendship.
And stay friends just to keep them in your life.
Two years ago I fell for one best friend (girl)
The next year(last year) I fell for the other.
One is a lesbian.
The other is straight.
And neither of them like me that way.
I talk to them everyday and they still don't know.
And most likely never will.
I wrote this a year ago. This is not how I feel now
Christina Hale Mar 2018
Nowadays everybody wanna be gay
But I have something to say if they wanna be that way

So what do you say to somebody who's trying to be gay
And they're comin' your way
Nothing, just a hey
One day I was walking by
This chick and I gave her an awkward eye
'Cause she was trying to deny who she really was by looking like a guy
She thought she was fly
And told me hi
But I just laughed and kept wallking by

Nowadays everybody is tryin' to be bi
And I don't know why
******* think they know what it is to be bi
So what do you do to a chick who's trying so hard to be bi
And you know **** well she's living a lie
Nothing, **** her and say goodbye
One day I was at this party
And I saw this hottie
Who wanted to be bi
I told her hi
She was acting all shy
And I don't know why
But I invited her upstairs, I guess I just wanted to make her a real bi
I was going down on her, eating her like an apple pie
But it was clear that she wasn't bi
And she had no intentions on being with a chick, she just thought it was the cool thing to do, but she rather be with a guy
The chick made me sick
I threw a fit
I cursed her out, told her to get the hell out

Nowadays everybody wanna be gay
******* act like it's a cool thing to be that way
All I have to say is yall make me sick, this ain't no cool phase or trend
Go find something else to be or some other group to offend
Because when you're open and out, you're constantly getting ridiculed by friends, family, foes, and the religious and ourselves we gotta defend
Nowadays everybody wanna be gay
******* think they know what it is to be that way
Nowadays everybody wanna be gay
******* think they know what it is to be gay

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