I heard someone say “before I came out, I used to hear the stories of others coming out and I would admire the strength to accept yourself no matter what “ And my soul trembled…in fear? I had thought and felt the same way before, about stories of people coming out. I would admire theirContinue reading “Don’t let it fester”
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Now…now …
I read it to myself And I shiver. The raw wound in my chest shivers Sends shocks of pain. I grab my chest, half expecting it to be real It isn’t, as my hand finds my chest in normal shape And it isn’t that kind of pain either This is more ethereal. It’s roots branchingContinue reading “Now…now …”
I’m failing in life
I’m failing in life. It’s been a rough few years, Each time I think “I hope next year it gets better” And it gets worse. This must how drowning must feel like. Each effort to breathe, Is more half hearted.
The closet
It’s not only about queer desires Though they certainly live here as well. It’s about the things that come to mind That you’re afraid to share with Even the most trusted of friends or lovers. Secrets. Afraid to be even say them outloud As if breath would breathe life into them Making them real. It’sContinue reading “The closet”
The Bystander
Racing thoughts and jumbled emotions, A worn heart that still feels Wrenches and tears. What have we brought upon ourselves? I ask, as I see the victims of injustice everywhere Screaming to be heard. As the impeding wave draws near With rightous fury, I see myself a victim of it, An understanding victim, a victimContinue reading “The Bystander”
With the house to myself
The house to myself And a good porno on, But decide to wait Because I might get some. I guess in life You need to be pessimistic. I am still hard And I could’ve had fun With the house to myself
forgotten i die
When I don’t post, It feels I don’t exist. Is anyone listening to the silence? Does anyone get concerned? Without posting Forgotten i die.
A troll inside
The things I would like to post that I don’t. The lure of the disconnect felt online Allows shameful emotions to rise Further up than I would’ve allowed otherwise. Do we all have trolls inside? Lurking in the shadows of our decency? When it’ll never go beyond the web Which values do we hold dear?Continue reading “A troll inside”
Dancing around
We dance around our feelings Pretending to be friends Texting innocent comments Followed by ambiguous emojis. This is it, we have said. What if it was more, we have tried. What was the lesson learned, I don’t know. What will happen now, we dance around.
Lurker
I watch from the edges, People sharing, Getting liked and favored. I feel the urges to come out From the shadows and share myself, Step in the light and share in the attention. Then I see a post confronting me Confronting me unknowingly Challenging a belief or opinion And I respond to the challenge inContinue reading “Lurker”
Closet Social Online 