"grindr" poems
i love you
i'm so confused
how do you feel about me?
how can you tell me
that you've "liked" me (air quotes) since we met,
that you would be upset if i had a boyfriend,
that you imagine a future with me
how can you
touch me (almost) everywhere
& bite me
& sleep in your bed with me
but then act like none of that happened
& tell me that you're ******* another random guy
that you met on Grindr
but then two days later you're back
your face between my ******* in a public restaurant
your hands seductive
why do you tease me?
do you want me or not?
do you even know what you want?
i know you have a lot of things on your mind
i know this is confusing for you
but you have to see you're involving me in this too
you have to see this is no longer just about your feelings
because you tangled mine up in yours
but the thing is that i love you no matter what
whether you're gay or bi or anything else
whether you might be bipolar or have borderline personality disorder
whether you are my best friend or my boyfriend or (other)
but i'm scared of loving you
& i think you already know all of the things i just said
so i might never say any of this out loud
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
If Planets were Gay (Star ****** Poem
(8/4/2014)
Stars are ****
Big hairless ***** dangling from the sky.
That old song sang stars are like pizza pie,
but why oh why can't I,
instead dine tonight on orbs in between the sky's mighty thighs?
The sun could be a lot of fun at the beach, wearing my thong.
I'd let it spin around my orbit ALL YEAR LONG.
And Saturn's rim... I mean ring
is a bootylicious thing.
I'd let it sit on my face,
and eat out that planet's entire outer space.
If Pluto were a planet,
It'd be the Jackson to my Janet,
singing it's Pluto,
Miss Pluto if ya nasty.
Mercury looked fiery hot when we first met,
Things got steamy 'cuz we both got wet.
We wasted no time working up a sweat.
I bet if Venus had a *****
it would be so big,
it'd have its own solar system!
tee hee hee
But don't get me started with Earth,
that planet's got good girth.
If Earth was gay, you know that Uranus would be like,
"Ohayyy!!
Gurl Galactic Grindr tells me you're in my galaxy,
let's meet in the middle of the Milky Way."
Jupiter is the kinda planet that plays hard to get,
a total tease you'd quickly forget.
Plus he gave me asteroids in my astral ****
And the Moon?
It makes my whole body swoon.
The only problem,
thisssss planet's a bottommmmm!
Neptune is in the closet,
but let's be real,
every planet and their comet knows it.
Nobody plays with Mars,
because he lives too far,
and has no apartment, job, or car.
But who am I kidding?
If Planets were Gay,
I'd Star **** 'em all any day.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
I give up on you
Men of appearances
Men who will crumble as you question their true level of intimacy
Men who will feel forever shamed by their weight, class, **** size, ********
Men who will not think about stepping over you in order to look taller
Men who will never love, but unconsciously choose to live in a constant state of crisis just so they can feel alive
Papi, I give up on you
I give up on you as you tell me you want to be friends,
Then you call me in the middle of the night as you feel insecure because your grindr hookup never showed up, or showed up but left you feeling alone, empty, used, *****
So you come to me for healing, to build you up only so you can leave my bed feeling new and ready for your next fall
I will not pick you up again
You need to learn that love is mutual and something more than laying down to cuddle, love is a deep and transformative understanding, love is not Hollywood or healing **** sessions, it’s beyond that, and it feels free.
And every time you leave I feel entrapped and know that you will only come back
When you fall.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 4:55 AM UTC
dear me in the 8th grade-
you haven’t even realized you like like boys yet.
you haven’t realized that all of those gay jokes are about you
so they don’t hurt your feelings, yet.
you haven’t seen what it’s like to be labeled as something, and also that the same label happens to be what everyone will know you as.
you didn’t realize that accepting yourself a lot sooner would’ve saved you a lot of memories you’d prefer to forget.
dear me in the 11th grade-
you’ve realized that after dating so many girls,
something just wasn’t really right.
you couldn’t pin-point it so you just ignored it.
maybe you thought love just wasn’t for you.
it wasn’t until that car ride with dad that you understood why everything was so confusing.
“be honest with me kid, are you gay?”
“oh ****
it was something that hadn’t even crossed my mind.
dear me in my 3rd year of college-
you’re definitely gay.
you’re challenged by the fact that you can’t hold your boyfriends hand in public the same way that your sisters and their boyfriends can.
you hate that dating through apps like
grindr and tinder seem to be the
best way to find “love”.
however, you love the fact that you now know exactly who you are, and you are unapologetic.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 4:37 AM UTC
His Grindr profile is a pictureless profile
He is 20 years old
5’ 10”
He is looking to experiment
This scientist
Questioning, questioning, questioning
I convince myself to volunteer for this experimental group
To be affected by the variable he is to control
I send him a ****
I drive to his house
And the scientist leads me to his laboratory
His room decorated with sports players and female swimsuit models
I sit on his bed, the examination table
He says he’s never done this before
Yet I know he’s still the one in control
He says he’s always been into ***** stuff as he caresses my knee
And I can’t help but take this all as a compliment
So I let my lips thank his
Holding his secret with gentle care between our faces
He is now my master
He’s rough
As if he’s battling a beast
He no longer speaks for the remainder of the experiment
He is silent
Silently observing my every move, my every expression, my every reaction
I am used to this
Years of ***** looks stabbing ****** into my skin
Feels bandaged in the arms of my master
I feel the history of gay men solidify in my throat
Centuries of experimenting on us, homosexuals
Has prepared me for this
I feel accepted
His lips
Like suction cup electrodes on my skin
His nails
like surgical scalpels digging into my flesh
His hands pinning down my wrists
Like binds to restrain my animalistic reflexes
The scientist
Dissecting every inch of my being
Transforming “making love” to “constructing lust”
Turning dehumanization into a beautiful art form
Elevating this gay man to “almost a person”
And I can’t help but feel thankful
The experiment is over
He sits there and calculates his results
He says we should do this again some time
And I can’t ******* help but take this straight boy scientist’s kink
As a compliment
As a medal, as an award
Made from masculine hands that once beat me up in the locker room
And I watch the monster creep back into the closet
And the scientist just stares
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
Grindr open, glaring livid,
Green my eyes, and heart constricted.
Orange, blue, the conversation,
Can’t you stick to ************
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 9:42 AM UTC
I give up on you
Men of appearances
Men who will crumble as you question their true level of intimacy
Men who will feel forever shamed by their weight, class, **** size, ********
Men who will not think about stepping over you in order to look taller
Men who will never love, but unconsciously choose to live in a constant state of crisis just so they can feel alive
Papi, I give up on you
I give up on you as you tell me you want to be friends,
Then you call me in the middle of the night as you feel insecure because your grindr hookup never showed up, or showed up but left you feeling alone, empty, used, *****
So you come to me for healing, to build you up only so you can leave my bed feeling new and ready for your next fall
I will not pick you up again
You need to learn that love is mutual and something more than laying down to cuddle, love is a deep and transformative understanding, love is not Hollywood or healing **** sessions, it’s beyond that, and it feels free.
And every time you leave I feel entrapped and know that you will only come back
When you fall.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
When you left my house
I almost offered you a receipt
Because you left me like
Tourists leave a hotel room
I look back now and
Know why I lost so much weight
I was trying to make more room for you
So that you could fill me with your love,
I thought
Really, I just made it that much easier
For you to rip my heart out
Without even rolling up your sleeves
It was that easy
“Going to stay with a friend”
Felt like you stole the kingdom’s
Jewels and left.
That’s why I stay up so late
I’ve realized that it’s always when I let you in
That you let yourself out the door
So I fall “in love” with
Grindr profiles that remind me of
Pieces of us that I’m still picking up
Sorting out which pieces go to which
Of our puzzles
I just wish I could tell myself
Apart from you
I’ve inhaled so much of you
Like the smoke that burnt
Every time we touched
It had to be that way
Because I was playing with fire
And I didn’t realize that
We may as well have been
Slow dancing in a burning room
I write letters to you that I’ll never mail
In secret languages, I tell you how stupid we both are
Knowing **** well that what I’m really saying is
That parts of me are still confused
Confused as to whether or not you actually
Ever loved me or if
I was more like the lab specimens
We hung out with
I want to be the fire that burns
Against the skin of lovers who speak in secret tongues
Not in notes I tear up in the dark
But in gasps and croaks
Instead of croaking
Like another dissection frog
You experimented with:
**Even though you earned an A for your work,
I failed you because you never appreciated the class**
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:25 AM UTC
2 candles here and a child's liver
A glass of glue and dry ***** Grindr bears saying hi now and you better tell them no I'm watching TV with my cancelled subscription and that's not good enougj. And do people even still read poetry besides edgy girls?
Will I still be unhappy after I've vomited 12567 times?
A d will I still clutch the hand that insists on gagging me a d suffocating me whilst I count clouds?
I will still be dead and rotting in a dirt mound and so will you, but you pretend you won't. Instead we insist on occupying ourselves with mindless consumerism and shallow entertainment until we can't think anymore. I'm part of the problem, im distracting from what should be the goal, to shake you violently into convulsion until the spirit fills you and spits you into the abyss where there
are no more habits or fears. Just a state of being. Like clay half molded,
Neither happy nor Content, just clay. just. clay
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 5:49 AM UTC
Digital existence. While the living worlds
Diminished.
Just for basic daily fitness
Some need virtual assistance.
Gambling drugs and women
The sky no longer is the limit
It's the satellites with in it
And if you got it you can spend it
Weapons. Brides and ammunition
If your boy ain't acting right dont hesitate act now and end it.
Why fix problems when
Online Youll find 10 other men
That want to enter into friendship
Love is free. But who wants freedom
We need physical connection
Pof is great. 11 bucks a month
And **** is endless
Period. End of the sentence.
Moving onto next
You can alter your body and dimensions.
So it's impossible to tell
Where photoshopped begins
And where you ended...
People get bullied on social media
Some first fight *** there unfriended
***** been going on for centuries
But the internet made it demented
Some ignore the petty ****
And do what the internet intended
Go on grindr. Order fireworks
And search the laws of natural selection
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC