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Dear every boy who asked me out in middle school I hate to break it to you but I will break your heart It’s not that you are a bad person
How could anyone not be curious about you? The one who moves with ease, struggling to become one with her shadow.
They say she has a habit of hanging out in abandoned churches, weaving through broken pews and stepping over tattered hymn books and leaving bits and pieces of her past in her wake.
I feel it i feel the hate though not applied to my experience  applied to  someone else  i can feel it the pain the suffering  of another who shares  my traits
Silence;              was a man i once ‘loved’ he said he lived in the bath that perhaps                if i held my head                                      below water 
p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'} “so, when should we have sex?” her lips were cherry pink and quivering with insecure verve. (did she have braces yet?)
"L" is for Love, men, women, and transgender. Those who rise above, these we all remember.   "G" is for Genuine, for being your authentic self. The true adrenaline,
I'm sorry I have disappointed you, mom You think it was so sudden like a bomb It wasn't for me And that I can guarantee I have taken time to know for sure That I don't need a cure Love is not a choice
You don’t know this now, but you’re in the middle of a hurricane called life.You don’t know this, but you're not who you are, you’re who you think you should be-nothing but a stereotype and a false image printed in your head.
The Fear Within Me   There's a fear within me that won’t let me grow A fear so big that can shake me to the core There’s a fear within me that stops me from being with you
Love   Humans and Change Like oil and water To things that refuse to merge It’s a cycle. And it happens over and over.
I don’t think I ever told anyone; Muses are best left hidden. But I keep it still, close to my chest, Like armor.   The way you would smile
Corroded shells in pale robes drag gilded chains behind their feet. They and their disciples of cracked skin and downturned lips Are on a holy mission: Spread the darkness.
Corroded shells in pale robes drag gilded chains behind their feet. They and their disciples of cracked skin and downturned lips Are on a holy mission: Spread the darkness.
“Be thankful,” you say “That I’m still friends with you” As if my very presence could unravel everything you’ve worked so hard to build
It's a feeling.A feeling that you're wrong.A mistake.A freak.   That inner part of you just wants to crawl out and be freeBut the physical and mental chains of your body bind you.  
A girl just the age of seven Encountered a man He said "This will be heaven" Sneaking into her room at night after her mom was in bed Again and again, broken down and violated in her bed
As I grow older, I find myself falling for girls with a similar mindset as me I used to chase after girls Who were pretty, beautiful, but had no personality Something had clicked and in that moment I knew
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