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"I want to be a good-looking Guy with the perfect fling. I want to click and fit right in, And I wanna commit a sexy sin." "I want to have a proper friend. I don't want to have to pretend.
Walking back towards the house, I tucked my hands tightly into my pockets. I couldn't stand it at school anymore, the rumours that were spreading around school were ruining me.
I had a lovely dream last night, Where snow covered the ground. I was standing in my own backyard, The sun was going down.
I look nothing like her. the girl on the Christmas card. smiling next to my sister. smiling next to my brother. that isn't me. it is. but not the real me. I don't know her. I don't know what I think.
I'm going to open up like a book just this once, just this ONCE. -------------------- Okay, I have tried so hard to conceal my past. Yet, it keep on spouting out.
Okay so if you're going to judge me, please don't read. Okay here's my secret. When I was in sixth grade, I met a guy named Maddy. He made me feel good about myself. I felt wanted and pretty.
I'm walking down to the coffee shop. Our coffee shop. He'd always get me a large and himself a medium. He would let me sit while he got our drinks. He was my first love.
Well I have no idea how to start . Maybe I need to introduce myself first .
They joke. As if it's funny. As if it's stupid. As if they're right. They say it. With disgust. With pride. With belief. Reminds me of. My sister. My home. My past. The single word. Echoes in my mind.
so it begins, again. lemme rewind, Emma: my cousin. innocent and very impressionable. Lexi: old family friend. open minded and raised to rebel. we became a team of fuckers. I was the ring leader.
A young man sits at his computer, he has waited 5 years to try and arrange his thoughts. Even now he feels his stomach contract as feelings and memories resurface.
When i was in gradeschool i studied in an exclusive boys catholic school.
@misslittleDHP Preppies are popular A different kind of bully Their the ones Who could be your friend If they weren't so self absorbed Others seem to be "The bad kids" Not raised wrong Just not...
Constantly staring at my face, Like it's this huge disgrace. You judge me like a stupid old book, Never getting a chance to really look.
At 20, I never thought I'd go through a "pre adult life"-crisis quite like the one I'm going through. As a kid, I was problem free.
I'm walking down to the coffee shop. Our coffee shop. He'd always get me a large and himself a medium. He would let me sit while he got our drinks. He was my first love.
When you ask me to explain it All I can say is Its an overwhelming sad When I know I should pray for it Like what the hell is heaven, am I really too gay for it.
*My poems are spoken word, so they make more sense when you read them out loud!* Two hearts sewn together, yours and mine Lend me your hand and I will give you my spine I can hold your beating,...
Denied who I am Denied where I stand Afraid you'll just brand Because your a man Not gonna budge Here I am as planned How can I stand .
Laughing at me; telling I play with dolls, That I'm too old to float, too young to fall..
It was at times difficult in dove gate. After beating up my sell mate, who was a head, I had his mates on my case. Sly vindictive fuckers, when I came back from my punishment, my cell had been robbed.
you have to be born into it. your parents had to brainwash you. they had to convince you to be ignorant. they had to convince you being gay is a sin.
I love my life the way it is Apart from all the hate. I know one thing and this is it, I'm gay not bi or straight. I came out to the world by one mistake, A mistake I will never regret.
Why is our love only one way. I wish I could tell you what I want to say. For me I know you have no respect, Yet it still breaks my heart knowing you will reject.