Lgbtq Poems
The Difference
by Anna Wakefield
I identify as both
and neither.
I felt myself
With this self.
So why when I walk
Is it an invitation?
I do not exist for you,
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Civil No More
by Darris van-Hoxen
veer for his words
well I don't know what you heard
sit still with this herd
slip you a slicker
oil drum's gone aflicker
can't so soon be stopped
Pandora's demon right out the box
up in your ear
projecting all your fear
onto me, onto he, onto xhe
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The Infinite Moment
by Anna Wakefield
There is a moment,
But it is seldom felt.
It seems as though breath catches-
Wind stops-
And there is a pause in the relentless tide.
That moment can stretch
For what can seem like eternity…
A blink,
But an era passes…
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An ultimatum
by Tobias Winters
An ultimatum stood at my door
And greeted me so fondly
To the tune of my thumping heartbeat.
"Live as I seem or die as I am"
The words had reverberated in my skull and rattled my bones-
Sick with grief and mourning
Of a life never lived,
A lick of air never tasted on a tongue of a new man-
Not man-soon-to-be, or transsexual or Pinocchio without the splintering of wood but of words,
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“Hate”
by CHANDRA RICE
It's not the hate that bothers me.
Hate existed before me and will only die by God's hand.
It's the lack of explanation, the unanswered why.
Adam was created but because Eve was also created
we can only have one pairing in all of the world.
Trivial and unimaginative.
Not the God I know.
Not the God who created the aardvark
and creation itself and inspiration and whose existence imagined the Pietà.
The weird and the weak and the strong and the unstable.
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The Difference
by Anna Wakefield
I identify as both
and neither.
I felt myself
With this self.
So why when I walk
Is it an invitation?
I do not exist for you,
......
The Infinite Moment
by Anna Wakefield
There is a moment,
But it is seldom felt.
It seems as though breath catches-
Wind stops-
And there is a pause in the relentless tide.
That moment can stretch
For what can seem like eternity…
A blink,
But an era passes…
......
Black and White
by Kristi Koo
I remember how my heart fluttered at the first sight of you. You, whose eyes were always brimming with hope and innocence. I remember how I started texting you, how I would go online at 8 pm every night just to catch you being online as well, just to send you a joke or two to make you laugh. Your laugh, a laugh that was always so light and clean. I remember how we slowly became best friends, best of the best friends. We were so close that we synced with each other: our schools, our interests, and even our speech were in sync. But we were so in sync that we could sink together, and we did.
I remember how I let you down. I remember every single batter I made in your heart: “I’m going out with my boyfriend today”. I also remember every single time I held your bruised heart again: “I’m sorry”, and every single time I dropped it again: “I’m not coming to training”. We were once a brightly coloured, bouncing basketball. We could play alley-oops and would shoot through hoops. But then I threw us to the pavement, and let people kick it, sit on it, tear it apart, and fling it away until it was nothing but pieces of plastic, crying in the rain without anyone noticing the tears. I remember all the things I did. I remember your looks of abhorrence when you decided to ignore me, this goddamn bastard, and your steps of agony whenever you walked past this ex-best friend bastard. I don't remember how I felt when I broke up with my ex-boyfriend, all I remember is how my heart clenched, shattered, and died when you finally gave up on me, when you cut yourself off from me.
That was the moment when I understood what love was.
I remember all the gifts I made: hand-made puzzles, hand-sewed plushies, all made with the hope of putting us back together. I remember the frustrations I had when I failed to shape the puzzles a thousand times; and I remember every drop of blood I bled when stitching up the plushies. But it was all worth it. It was worth it. I remember your smile. You had a smile of sheer happiness when you received my presents. And I remember the warmth of your hands when you picked up all the pieces of my broken heart after you accepted my presence. You hugged the broken debris and healed them back together. At that time, we tried. We both tried.
Two girls can be more than friends, Tikvah.
I remember all the torture that fucker religious cult gave me— oppression, conversion therapy, brainwash… If only I had known, you were going through the exact same thing. How could I not have realised? We were two young girls who were constantly making plans for each other; we were two young girls who were constantly writing about how much we missed each other; we were two young girls who would always feel nervous and awkward when it was just the two of us because we were constantly separated but we would still try to get together no matter what because we were two young girls who were so fucking in love with each other. How could I not have realised?
I really fucking love you. Please, can you come back?
We were two young girls who would update each other on how each of our churches was doing. We would send each other verses and pray for each other. In the end, I guess we were both just lying to ourselves. I remember that lunch we had together. You asked me how I was doing. I lied to you because I didn’t want you to know what was actually happening to me. I remember finding things odd in you during that lunch. Something was wrong. Your eyes were grey. Your laugh was muddy. I remember, but I should’ve realised. I should’ve realised that they were tears in the rain. I should’ve realised that you were sinking, sinking deep. So deep. Just like me. I got lucky. You weren’t. No one was there to pull you out of the pit.
I remember the vision I used to hold in my mind: as an old lady, you asked me, “when did you first know?” And as an old lady, I answered, “I always knew.” It is impossible now though, isn’t it? It’s impossible. All I can do now is sit in front of you and tell you all the things I remember.
I remember how my heart wrenched at the last sight of you. You, whose eyes were shut tight, lips were painted pink, and body was covered up.
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Dry on This Hill
by Darris van-Hoxen
Your neon drip,
I must admit,
minds me whinging,
of your bleach singeing
Call it free, you,
I'll say it's a fine tree, too,
lost in your sauce,
highlighted memes, an anime cross
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Civil No More
by Darris van-Hoxen
veer for his words
well I don't know what you heard
sit still with this herd
slip you a slicker
oil drum's gone aflicker
can't so soon be stopped
Pandora's demon right out the box
up in your ear
projecting all your fear
onto me, onto he, onto xhe
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