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 Jan 2017 t
Zollie Trista
The first item of the gay agenda is call the meeting to order
We count for quorum and make sure the entire rainbow is present,
My mom taught me meeting manners
At our conference room, dinner table.

They told a Ginsberg to write like a Kerouac
And they told a millennial to act like a baby-boomer
But the difference between Ginsberg and me is that he could’ve had the Dream
But when they wrote it down, they left out the gays
And the the LGBT’s left out me.

They saw the way that the gays were eyeing monogamy
Like it was a sequin halter top once worn by Bowie
So, white, straight, cis America wrote to the government,
And now it’s The American Dream, Patent Pending.
 Jan 2017 t
Ozaru
I'm drowning my face with my tears while thinking how hurtful it is that you tear me apart

I'm drowning my throat with these can of beers trying to forget all the memories we once had

I'm drowning my lungs from shouting your name to curse you from not being with me anymore

I'm drowning my feet crossing the bridge called 'moving-on' to walk away to your toxic love affairs

I'm drowning my heart to someone else but still I'm longing for the love from the person who cause me so much pain and sorrow

I'm drowning myself to this darkness feeling empty and vulnerable
 Jan 2017 t
Sarabella Adler
Vacant bodies taking on roles in stories,
defining meaning of one another,
blank slates taking on infinite colors,
painted red with love and pain,
painted white with pure beginnings,
and painted black with tarnished ends
 Jan 2017 t
J
one day
 Jan 2017 t
J
one day his words won't feel like knives
or stomach bugs, or shards of ice

one day his words won't haunt your dreams
or show up in once-happy memories

one day he won't be able to wrap his hands around you
even from a thousand miles away, when you've moved
to another state just to get him out of your brain,
wracking it for a thought that wasn't daunting,
didn't remind you every name he used,
one day he won't be able to

and it will be great,
I promise you
 Jan 2017 t
francesca
i wonder how you do it
how the words can slip so easily from your chapped lips
how your mouth wraps around the vowels and the consonants so snuggly
as if your mouth was made for that purpose and that purpose only

****. *****.

i wonder how you can say  these words
without the slightest hint of remorse
no guilt in your tone
no regret in your voice
void of all emotion except scorn
hatred

do these words **** ***** ***** harlot scarlet woman roll off your tongue
as easily as your glory bes your hail marys your our fathers

does your hatred come as easy as saying your amens?
 Jan 2017 t
carolyn
Op. 37
 Jan 2017 t
carolyn
The silence after the melancholic chord
Holds my breath in anticipation,
And when the soft notes begin to play,
The light leaks in, and you follow suit.
this is about chopin's op. 37 (rubinstein's performance) if you haven't already picked up on that.
chopin is a very relatable musician, i highly recommend him for anyone who can't deal with their own emotions, because I don't think he could either.
 Jan 2017 t
Tahiya Nuzhat
It was the calm before the storm,
Gloom suspended in quiet wind-
Fire cracking inside her icy heart,
As Winter howled at the raging Spring.
 Jan 2017 t
shan
Untitled
 Jan 2017 t
shan
I believe in my own love.

I believe in who I am, and I believe
in my own beauty.

I believe in back porch dancing
by myself,
And I believe in falling in love
with myself.

I believe in my own eyes,
my own heart,
my own motivation.

I believe in all that I was,
all that I am,
and all that I will become.

I believe in my own love.
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