Hey guess what world
I'm a bisexual
I wrote this, world
Because you know it was eventual
My awkward bisexual finger guns
They're sooting all in sight
I use my awkward bizexual finger guns
And the world trembles in fright
Happy Pride month
To all my gay friends
I hope your enemies are murdered in a horribly gruesome way die this month
And meet their - timely - end.
oh my god mood
this is the official pride anthem for this year
Yusssss.
So… I'm not sure about my current sexuality. I identify as straight, but I think I might be bi. I CANNOT tell my parents they will murder me in cold blood. I think my best friend is cute… But she does not have the same feelings about me and wouldn't ever in the future, as she is straight. We're still best friends, but I think my imagination is awkward at some points… Yet the same time, I'm also crushing on two guys at my school. They are both cute and funny… I don't know what to do. My said best friend ships me with one of them, but he likes another girl and there's a third girl who, like, loves him and isn't ashamed to let literally everyone know. So I have no chance with him, and I'm too shy and scared to tell him I like him, after he open told me about wanting to ask the girl he likes out. He explained the confusing situation and asked me for advice, to which I helped the best I could. Can someone help me? I'm confused… Also, Sorry this is so long and it's not a poem.
this is where all the gays are gathered, go over here and talk abt it
Ack, friend, I'm sorry, the confusion zone™ sucks.
Thanks! And yeah, it does 😰
Stuck
How can I tell them there's hope if
They're already dead?
…Isn't that what I should've said?
They can take as many pills as they like
They can try to fight with medicine
But there's just no way to…really win.
Sometimes, a lot of the time, they can pin down the problem
But that in no way means they can solve it
They can find the missing piece but…what if it doesn't fit?
Someone always says, "Well, at least you're not stuck down there alone!"
But that's much worse!
You know you're going to die and…you won't be the first.
I said there's always a future
But they still can't escape their past
They're just stuck there, in between two graves, and…they won't be the last.
Water's flowing in my mind
A way to think thoughts I've confined
A trickle of tears to wash away
The things I've always tried to say
Blood is pumping to my brain
To fuel the need to be the same
To heal the wounds and help the cells
And make me feel like I'm not well
Medication's for my head
It tries to keep me from being dead
Covered with drool from monsters caught
Slides down my throat to start the drought
I wonder who lives in my heart
And when he's going to do his part
I ponder why I feel it beat
But never ever get to meet
I know I must have had a core
But I don't think that I do anymore
I poke and prod to feel my center
But all I feel is silent winter
Friends don't like a lonely soul
Or tongues of lead or feet of coal
I like to stop, they like to run
But, I don't like the things they've done
White tennis shoes staining the grass
After the rain where we're running in glass
I know I never went that fast
We all had the same past
Just a child in the hood under a broken wing
Green paper walls surrounded this scene
Sweat drip down my neck with these
Shattered pieces of what I need
Colored bandages cover my skin
Stars filling my entire vision
This sky of orange will warm me within
But until then, this wool blanket is too thin
(Why are you guys so good at poems? Seriously. Those are amazing!)
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I really like them, too ^^
Those are so great!
these are cool!
I'm not very good but this one is my favorite
In the spring birds, flowers blossem nice and pretty, sleeping tightly dreams to come, dreams of growing flower cities,
whats the line before my text?
Where am I?
I am not supposed to be here
I am lost
A mistake in this world
I remember it all
The fires that I caused
The metal that went through me
I remember it all
I remember her
Getting up
Is she still alive I wonder
No, that’s not possible.
I sit up
I am not myself
I am no human
I am a machine
A machine with a purpose
That is why I was brought back to life
A life I did not want
Nor need
I had already fulfilled it
Was this my punishment?
No, it couldn’t be
I had done good.
Or had I,
Was this all just a lie?
A figment of my imagination?
Perhaps I was dead.
But I am not dead yet.
I can sense it
My purpose
She is still out there.
((I have never done poetry but for that one time in 4th grade..and maybe a few years ago lol. This is based on a character of mine.))
That’s so beautiful
On a clean new day
With a bright blue sky
A bright young gay
Began to fly.
He soared past houses, birds, and trees,
He soared all day on the cool, fresh breeze.
He flew all day
Using all his might
Then this bright young gay
He touched down in the night.
i have a vent poem but it's about my abusive household so if it'll affect anyone i'd rather not post it
You could send it to me by PM if you want. I'd still really like to see it
Me too, if you don't mind… ❤
i can post it if someone shows me how to do the spoiler alert thing
< spoiler > < /spoiler >
Without the spaces