Poetry
WHEN LOVE KNOCKS
I knew exactly what Love would look like I’d always thought I hadn’t met Love yet But I knew if Love wandered into my room I would recognise him at
Questions Of The Heart
WRITER’S NOTE: This poem is dedicated to the moment I first ached to meet a hookup from Grindr, and to all those moments everyone reading this has desired that someone
THESE BRUISES
One I wish I could nail these hands to the edges of stars I would sacrifice this body to the sky Hoping to resurrect as someone spiteful enough to not
LET GOD BE THE JUDGE (LGBT – J)
They are the places we’ve found ourselves Trapped in circumstances Unable to live the lives we want To please their idea of normalcy Most of us bend and break Avoiding
From a Homosexual to the Forerunner of CHANGE
We are born on the back of angels with broken wings and hearts that match perfectly Our spirits have been rocked to sleep by the arms of an oppressive system
MASTURBATION
It’s always been a fascination I’ve never lacked for motivation Always finding the inspiration A wonderful form of relaxation Much more fun than meditation Starting with some stimulation You get
THE UNCOMMON MAN
To every man who’s ever been looked in the eye and told he’s too much: You who left the fold before they folded it off you You who came out
An Anniversary Message
A KDian is celebrating his love for his boo by penning something to mark the one-month anniversary of their relationship, which is today. So, if this boo is reading, this
A Verse to Your god
To the man standing behind his self-made pulpit Spitting the words: “God hates faggots!” I’ve never seen exactly Who it is that you paperclip your knees for To hold your