"polysexual" poems
While I pretty much opined for this impeachment
my fellow Americans voted for this guy and they could be right
I’ve been wrong before, stuck as we are with a system
that generates some perplexful leaders, democracy being the worst form
of government—
except for all the others.
Anyone can be president, that’s been proven time and time again.
Wars can start for no discernible reason other than
radical purity, avarice, cupidity, gluttony, rapacity, even affluenza—
meanwhile life goes on outside all around you
perhaps you identify as Jewish, Latino, Muslim, Indian or Filipino
asexual, cybersexual, somasexual, hypersexual, homosexual, pentasexual
it doesn’t really matter, nothing **** matter matters, matter
content of life (serious, love it) hate death for the hell of it
to see what it’s like inside the heart of darkness.
Not that I accept their god, their void, I accepted humanity as a natural
part of nature
demisexual, downsexual, ecosexual, Eurosexual, eversexual, exsexual,
extrasexual, femtosexual, Francosexual, geosexual, gigasexual,
Grecosexual, Indosexual, intersexual, kilosexual, macrosexual,
malsexual, megasexual, metasexual, microsexual, missexual,
medisexual, mocksexual, monosexual, muchsexual, multisexual,
mustsexual, nearsexual, neosexual, nonsexual, oftsexual,
omnisexual, oversexual, pansexual, parasexual, partsexual,
photosexual, polysexual, postsexual, presexual, pseudosexual,
psychosexual, quasisexual, rentasexual, selfsexual, semisexual,
Sinosexual, subsexual, supersexual, telesexual, terrasexual,
ubersexual, ursexual, ultrasexual, undersexual, vicesexual,
weresexual, wikisexual, zoosexual.
When I did that I had to pay the rent and get a job, too.
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 7:12 AM UTC
Love is love, but what do we see? Something less than equality. We walk around with closed minds, closed hearts, feeling that differences could tear us apart. I, for one, hate what society has pressed upon me. That it's not ok for me to be me. And yet, here I am. I'm still proud. No matter what they say, I won't stand down. I was raised by a rainbow family and now I'm part of the community. I was welcomed by open minds and open hearts, people that knew how to play their part in making me feel comfortable with who I am. This wasn't a choice. I wae born this way. And I wouldn't do it differently. Asexual, pansexual, polysexual, demisexual, bisexual, homosexual, heterosexual. Why does it even matter? Where you are in this list, who you love, shouldn't even matter. And yet, it does. These titles often determine whether or not we can even associate with someone. This just shouldn't be the case. Judgements like these are way below second rate. You should be free to openly love or not love whoever you want. Not go hiding from petty little taunts. Love is a broader scope than most would believe. And why is it the man that's down on one knee? Why is it when the step could be either's, we still encounter the firm believers? The one's who say this is for him or her, who from old traditions will not differ. With each generation, the times are changing, yet the vast majority of society still tries to hold the reins. They create boxes, cage us within ourselves. When what we want is to be able to be held by the ones we love without a price. There shouldn't be a sacrifice. Is it ok for you to love who you do? Are you happy with them or are you blue? If they bring you happiness, then my answer is yes. Stand tall, keep your head up, and be proud of who you are. If you fall, get back up, and remember to reach for the stars. Those who do not believe in the freedom of love are ignorant. I do not appreciate your incompetence. Love is love, and what do we need? A world full of understanding.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
And when the time dwindles,
and that same body stumbles,
your world all around you
may not or may crumble.
A love-keeper's journal,
written with lust
is not a love journal at all,
bound by false trust.
But no trust
doesn't mean lies.
Maybe misunderstanding
or a misread eye.
Birthed into routine
and taught by repetition.
Opened up hearts
with new intuition.
Raised in a world
where everything is expected,
and anything different
is highly disrespected.
How much is enough?
Whether gentle or rough,
when your time is spent
and you're done being tough.
Who will spend your time?
Whether negative or right,
in the future or past,
it will be in your sight.
But can one ever-changing soul
just settle down?
Does one choose a favorite song,
and ignore all other sounds?
You may never be different,
but may never be the same,
and to find one person
with one certain name,
Would you be content,
never turn away?
Is it so wrong to wonder?
We swing and we sway.
From one love to another,
from hours to days,
I linger indifferent,
to so many things.
Love is love is love,
and we share it aloft.
Is three such a crowd,
in a bed that's so soft?
From partner to parody,
repeat, and repeat,
we go from one to another,
retreat, and retreat.
Back to square one,
alone all along,
but in the months to come,
love like a song.
Some are sick of duets,
and some like to stand alone,
and some like to see many,
and some like to see clones.
A triangle of fun,
an octagon of plays;
A partnership hole,
with so many days.
You lust what you must,
and you think what you might.
You go with your trust,
and you follow your light.
A variety of comfort,
spread across the globe,
with people being human
and that's how it goes.
Some have no idea,
and live inside the box.
Some see the sticky tape
but would rather see not.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC