Fuck Yeah Queer Poetry!

• 2013-03-29 0 notes

  I am still me

  You say I’m a homo

  But I don’t agree

  Don’t discriminate on my sexuality

  I am still me

  Love is Love

  No matter whom my preference is

  Why are you so scared?

  There is nothing wrong with me

  Everyone makes a choice

  The only choice I had though

  Was to lie or be true to who I am

  And to discover that I was queer

  Was scary as hell

  But now I feel so free

  Ask me questions if you have to

  Walk away if need be

  But don’t be stereotypical

  Or bully me

  I’m not going to change for anyone

  I am happy just being me

  Let me live my life like I’m meant to

  Whatever that may beYou say I’m a homo

  But I don’t agree

  Don’t discriminate on my sexuality

  I am still me

  Love is Love

  No matter whom my preference is

  Why are you so scared?

  There is nothing wrong with me

  Everyone makes a choice

  The only choice I had though

  Was to lie or be true to who I am

  And to discover that I was queer

  Was scary as hell

  But now I feel so free

  Ask me questions if you have to

  Walk away if need be

  But don’t be stereotypical

  Or bully me

  I’m not going to change for anyone

  I am happy just being me

  Let me live my life like I’m meant to

  Whatever that may be

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  Stuck in the closet

  Why can’t you let me come out?

  I know who I am and what I want

  I know there are minor risks

  And rewards on the other hand

  But can’t you see that I am miserable

  The way I am.

  It’s stupid to say it is not about me

  Because this topic is you see

  I’m old enough to decide for myself

  It reflects on me more since

  I’m all grown up

  Let me live my life

  The way I see fit

  Without you pestering me

  I’m proud of who I am

  Not at all ashamed

  So please stop making me

  Feel like I should be ashamed in any way

  
  I’m sorry if you’re disappointed at all

  But the shame or disappointment isn’t mine to take

  So stop putting it all on me

  As if I’m to blame for not turning out straight

  Nothing is wrong with me

  So stop making me feel like to you I’m a freak

  I’m still your daughter. I am still me

• 2013-03-23 11 notes

  

  brokewhorerecords:

  I never ever ever saw a girl like me
  In any of yr fashion magazines
  Is it really so hard to admit
  Some of us live in between
  Crushed by invisibility
  By yr false dichotomy
  Yr gender binary can’t see me
  Quit taking it out on me
  I need more surgery

  Source: brokewhorerecords

• 2013-02-23 0 notes

  

  Blake Jacob.
  Spoken word by candlelight.  Unapologetic authenticity.
  http://blakejacob.tumblr.com/
  http://music.cbc.ca/#/artists/Blake-Jacob

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  Blake Jacob 2013

  http://blakejacob.tumblr.com/
  http://music.cbc.ca/#/artists/Blake-Jacob

• 2013-02-17 8 notes

  thefeminineneutrois:

  I am the beatnik of the binary.
  My turtleneck gives no clues.
  No skirt, no shirt can box me.
  And that which locks me down to the poles,
  cracks and shatters upon inspection.
  
  A dire case of empty faith, and
  empty promises for the cis.
  Dodging glares and silent stares
  Will they ever see it’s fate?
  Or will I find myself too late
  and just become a name?

  Source: thefeminineneutrois

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  You Can’t

  all-none-orinbetween:

  When I found that label to describe,
  I didn’t know I was making a commitment.
  That how I define myself cannot change,
  that the way I dress or present must always match.

  When I discovered myself,
  I didn’t realize I was making a vow
  To never vary from my word,
  to always stay within my self-box.

  When the word “fluid” or “queer” left my mouth,
  I wasn’t aware that was all I could be.
  No matter the day I must be neutral,
  no matter my feelings I cannot be gendered.

  When I said “agender” that very first time,
  I never thought I’d be stuck with that frame.
  The binary no longer applies to me,
  the rules are more strict than I’d read.

  When I confessed my nongender identity,
  I didn’t feel I couldn’t fit the typical.
  Wearing something more female,
  wearing something less male.

  When I found this Tumblr community,
  I found that they were so unsupportive.
  The fluidity of gender only applies to them,
  the changing of presentation doesn’t count.

  When I came out,
  I didn’t know.
  That I’m not allowed
  to portray as my sex.

  Source: all-none-orinbetween

• 2013-02-15 4 notes

  A Gift of Theft……..:) Edgar

  edgarwhitmanwilde:

  His penetration’

  Purloined my desire

  Stole, requested expectations

  My boyhood kidnapped and 

                                           Fed secrets for other

  Purposes

  Blue eyes, pieces of

  An unsolved jig-saw

  Slotted into my need

  Such theft, such theft

  Such theft, such theft

  So generously given.

  Source: edgarwhitmanwilde

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  From an August’s return, a poem by p.c. scearce

  poetblu:

  From an August’s return

  Maybe it’s better if we continued this conversation
  Not at all. You say your name is…and
  I already knew you. Before, I remember

  Flower, delicate magnolia roughsnatched
  highjumped branched—that would be
  Me. Pretensive then and again. 5AM,

  IM-ing off this hook-up site—no less than
  ever we were. As always attempting

  to complete this puzzle. Or does ego yet
  force your fit of me off myself? Either
  Or no matter how long I survive

  My lives of you…of you and me—of
  myself every year pacing sunset to
  Sidewalk. And always

  The buzzing cicadas recall every
  Summer’s end.

     by p.c. scearce, August 21, 2010 – April 13, 2012

  Source: poetblu.net

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  thebrazenboy:

  I must not crave the fruits of adam

  For Its saccharine spirit conspires a drunkard me to breach the gates of the nether flames

  I mustn’t but to look ways beyond a brother’s suckle atop a scarlet orifice

  For then shall I have tempted bargains with the fallen angel

  I have yet to dance amidst feathers and cotton

  With a brother beyond blood

  But least my mind the brightest of them all

  For only my heart beats with certainty that beyond the yonder future

  I may have already done that which sires a seed of the next generation betwixt the children of venus and mars

  Only doing so with mars’ offspring at hand.

  And for this I cannot be undone

  If my heart do beat of the same accord along the many of Eve’s daughters

  Then thus I shall be a pious man

  Who carried the virtue of mother Mary. 

  Source: thebrazenboy

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  thebrazenboy:

  If ever my lips entwine unto yours

  Then thus shall I awaken a thousand cardinals

  To show thee of the cries my soul bespeaks of

  Have you but to show me your ephemeral presence 

  So that I may sleep a thousand winters

  and not a single breath I shall take for you

  for only your mouthed embrace

  or your supple caress unto my wintered flesh

  shall suffice

  to ignite the embers that once burned for life.

  And if ever our essences entwine us be

  Then doth I shall be a man who heard the last sighs of his blood cordate shell.

  Source: thebrazenboy

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  For Isaac

  brauliorsjournal:

  There is Isaac

  Where he sits in tact on a chair

  Smoking like a caterpillar

  I would like to sit on his sack

  And  see where all the blood rushes from his bed

  Maybe not on his head but where his palm grows with flowers

  And nothing but he towers over me

  http://the-unless.tumblr.com/

  Source: brauliorsjournal

• 2013-02-14 14 notes

  Queer Love Poems for Valentine's Day

  (via glim)

  Source: queerbetweenthelines

• 2013-02-13 4 notes

  achillestendons:

  I lay in bed and feel your body mold to mine
  I grab your hand and let our fingers intertwine
  When our breathing becomes synchronized I start to feel whole
  As if there are two bodies but only one soul
  I get lost in your warmth and absorbed in your skin
  Without you my bones feel fragile and thin

  Source: achillestendons

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  Simple Poem

  sincerely-kai:

  Seeking her love I went on to searching.
  
  For another because I knew that we weren’t what we should be.
  
  We were rambling on everyone and everything.
  
  Not mentioning ourselves, when deep down we knew we needed help.
  
  Theres that craving.
  
  Of love I always want from her.
  
  I feel it coming. I just knew she wasn’t there.
  
  Trying to fight it.
  
  But when she came I couldn’t deny it.
  
  She came. I came. We both came together.
  
  Never the same.
  
  She and I have became much more.
  
  Now I can feel it.
  
  She’s in my heart and now its visible.
  
  Without any consent of console.
  
  We’re here.
  
  Both of us as we go in on… Everything.
  
  Our journey is no longer a secret.

  Source: sincerely-kai