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  • mistyeyes 2w

    DREAM

    I lay in my bed, dreaming
    Looking at you.
    The way you hum to the song of unknown lyrics
    It makes me wanna dance to it, with you.
    Your hair spread across my pillow
    Leaves your smell that torments me with sorrow.
    And I have to resist the urge to kiss you.
    How can I repress.

    I want to run my fingers
    Trailing your face
    Leaving a mark on your lips
    Making you squirm while I chase that mole in your neck
    Slinking over your navel, pulling you closer.

    I want your breath to tickle me
    Your eyes to devour me
    Your lips to taste me
    Hands to hold me
    Skin to burn me
    I want you to make me laugh while your flirting smile makes me blush.

    I want to shout "I do"
    With the world watching
    I want us to be pronounced "wife & wife"
    And I want to not wake up from this dream where you're mine and I'm yours.


    ©mistyeyes

  • mistyeyes 2w

    Favours of the cut sleeve are generous.
    Love of the half eaten peach never dies.
    - Liu Zun

    #LGBTQ #love, #queer, #writersnetwork, #miraquill

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    LOVE OF THE SINNERS...!

    Sodom stained with lust
    Stonewall screamed love
    But they took love for lust and said it was sin with beams in their eyes.
    Don't know whether the first to cast the stone has sinned or not.
    But no sin seemed horrible other than being in love then.

    Has it always been like this?
    Controlling the emotions for the cover
    Should I not hold their hands.
    How I cannot hug their waist.
    Hold them close.
    Watch the eyes Sparkle, light up the face.
    Feel the smile against my kiss.

    Do tell me, the world of my creators,
    Should I be happily sinned
    Or lament my virtue.

    ©mistyeyes

  • saltwaterandink 2w

    MindPalace*

    My mind palace
    Once rich with tapestries of knowledge
    Now a sparse wood,
    Black on grey
    Old skeletons of childlike ingenuity

    Then I became nothing
    I was nothing
    But song
    A chromatic resonance
    All the notes and every label
    Peeled back and teased apart

    So slow i didnt even notice it.

    But I am a blue jewel suspended in a void
    I drift
    And sway
    Time passes and comes back around again
    Only to pass again before I catch it.

    When I do, I grasp it firmly at the fringes
    I hold on for wanting
    Hoping
    That I pass by you again,
    You, that bright bloom
    In repose and lit up against the abiding dark of night
    That that rayless place be illuminated in songful colours.
    A palace of prisms.

    But time is a trickster and it speeds up and spins off again.

    I can match time in that. I hold a wayward thread.
    I dont know how this ends.
    ©saltwaterandink

  • mighty_are_the_fallen 3w

    Not Human

    I am not human
    These are not my teeth
    Not my hands
    Their is a waver
    As if the universe is hesitating
    In fear of revealing whats under
    Something that is not human
    With rough edges
    Too many things
    Not enough remorse
    The universe guilts
    It bends
    Glints and shimmers
    In every corner of every inch
    It knows
    I am not human
    ©mighty_are_the_fallen

  • autumnwillow 6w

    Autumn’s View

    Soft breaths break the silence of the room
    As the winter sun streams through the curtains
    Dressing her face is a warm light that contrasts from the cold I feel at my exposed toes that have escaped the duvet.
    Still, the chill of the air can’t touch us,
    For there is no warmth like I feel with you.
    Waking up to sun.

    ~Autumn to Willow

  • emily_grace 12w

    Late autumn fog at the door

    Makes me wonder where it went

    As the months slick off the handle

    As I'm burrowed in your chest


    I could sleep here in the seeping blue

    Your red and quiet light

    And I will wonder what it means to you

    The evening dew

    Off-white

  • mistyeyes 16w

    Favours of the cut sleeve are generous.
    Love of the half eaten peach never dies.
    - Liu Zun

    #LGBTQ #love, #queer, #writersnetwork, #miraquill

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    LOVE OF THE SINNERS...!

    Sodom stained with lust
    Stonewall screamed love
    But they took love for lust and said it was sin with beams in their eyes.
    Don't know whether the first to cast the stone has sinned or not.
    But no sin seemed horrible other than being in love then.

    Has it always been like this?
    Controlling the emotions for the cover
    Should I not hold their hands.
    How I cannot hug their waist.
    Hold them close.
    Watch the eyes Sparkle, light up the face.
    Feel the smile against my kiss.

    Do tell me, the world of my creators,
    Should I be happily sinned
    Or lament my virtue.
    ©mistyeyes

  • agjproverbs 17w

    The Race We Run

    Queer by design.
    My resume is full of trans experience
    I've been described as coloring outside the lines.
    But why would I stay in your lanes when GOD gave me the whole book to use?
    So I dig my well deep, and keep drawing...I see my using my own water as necessary. You perceive it as a threat to you.
    In your traumatizing fear you paralyze my truth to a caricature on a stage. But I get up from the crippling, with sage for my age.
    Not shade to anyone, but my light is not a drag...I don't "dress up" for your enjoyment there is no song and dance to be had.
    I refuse to play your Medea just because your grandma's love failed you. And as I write this your "tips" are being refunded, because you cannot buy this freedom beau.
    But I do pray someday you find it, and your place in the sun. Because
    Leaping over stigmatized walls and powering through oppressive stereotypes is a race we're both called to run.
    ©agjproverbs

  • mirakat2pt0 21w

    2 AM

    (Chorus)

    It’s 2AM, I’m too sober for thinkin’
    Now I don’t wanna fuck wit ya feelins
    I just wanna show you my mind, show you how I’m dealin
    Got a lotta demons in my past shit
    I’m still healing
    Need your patience and your presence more than
    Repeated confusion…

    (Verse 1)

    It’s 2 am
    This shit too real my headspace raw and love can
    Be fuckin chillin
    Don’t wanna be that bitch that’s always bustin balls
    Running through your halls whining about my confusion
    What did you say!!?!
    I could be hearin wrong
    Wondering if it’s what you did say
    Or maybe I’m trippin
    Perhaps it’s what
    You didn’t

    (Chorus)

    It’s 2AM, I’m too sober for thinkin’
    Now I don’t wanna fuck wit ya feelins
    I just wanna show you my mind, show you how I’m dealin
    Got a lotta demons in my past shit
    I’m still healing
    Need your patience and your presence more than
    Repeated confusion…

    (Verse 2)

    It’s 2 AM and I’m in my feelings
    Maybe
    You calculating our conversations
    Sorting through and
    Separating the good from the bad
    Is this bond worthy of
    Another debate to be had
    or maybe you got
    A lot more on your verbal
    Now we talking sh*ts cool then,
    Where did that came from?!
    No really where did that come from its 2am
    Now I’m confused
    I thought
    We was chillin
    You say I cause you PTSD
    I relate, brings back bad memories
    The way you don’t like well that’s-the
    Same way I feel about you

    (Chorus)

    It’s 2AM, I’m too sober for thinkin’
    Now I don’t wanna fuck wit ya feelins
    I just wanna show you my mind, show you how I’m dealin
    Got a lotta demons in my past shit
    I’m still healing
    Need your patience and your presence more than
    Repeated confusion…


    (Verse 3)

    It’s 2 am was I just dreaming?
    If I’m sleeping this a fever dream
    Audio and visual are my 2 clues
    Yet I’ve always had the vivid
    Ones that scare you so
    Bad they make you
    Fuckin mad
    Is this all in our heads or
    Are we toxic too?
    Got us resorting to bad habits, fear
    Negative reaction
    This is far from what I imagined
    How could I let this happen,
    I’m too raw for all this
    Sad shit at 2 am

    Bridge/interlude:

    Let the music play
    While I gotta pray for patience
    And guidance and direction, for hope and a strong connection
    Cuz I see something special and I don’t wanna wreck it
    Before it grows into heaven
    I’d hate for this shit to sever
    Before it ever gets better
    It’s 2 am so Baby don’t hurt me. Never.

    Chorus 2:

    It’s 2AM, I’m too sober for thinkin’
    Now I don’t wanna fuck wit ya feelins
    I just wanna show you my mind, show you how I’m dealin
    Got a lotta demons in my past shit
    I’m still healing
    Need your patience and your presence more than
    Repeated confusion…

    Interlude/instrumental



    ©️Katherine Miller 8/11/21
    ©mirakat2pt0

  • suurinlex 26w

    Pride

    I hope you embrace every facet of your person.
    I hope you shine brilliantly in the face of opposition.
    I hope you love yourself to the brim and beyond.
    I hope your wings reach greater heights as you learn to love each piece of your identity.
    I hope you realize that your identity is special and personal.
    I hope you acknowledge the importance of your existence.
    And most of all, I hope you don't give up.

    We exist
    We are loved
    We matter
    ©suurinlex

  • queerchildzw 28w

    Writing prompt: I am tired of being strong.

    I do not belong yet I am one of them.
    All my life I've had to struggle.
    Struggle to fit in.
    Struggle to understand myself.
    I've had to fight for my right to exist.
    Each day has been a constant battle for my life.
    I've had to justify myself.
    Serve my life up for scrutiny to gain acceptance.
    I've had to build and create space. Burn bridges to be free.
    For all this I've had to be strong. I've had to be fearless like a lion. I've been hunted like prey. Forced to hide in the closet to stay alive and be treated as an equal. To be normal.
    For all this I've had to be strong. They say we are a resilient community because of it.
    I'm tired of being strong.
    Tired of living a half-life. Tired of lying. Tired of negotiating. When is it my turn to be free?
    I'm tired of being strong just so I can walk out the door.
    ©queerchildzw

  • queerchildzw 28w

    Writing prompt: Rainbow milk

    Many ask how we came to be this way. Some assume we made a choice. For most of us the response is always the same, we have always been this way as far back as we can remember. Even when we were fighting against our true nature or hiding from it we have always known we were different. We gave a whole new meaning to tasting the rainbow. Did our mothers know when they first laid eyes on us that we would live outside the boxes and become outcasts and labelled criminals and sinners? Was it something in the milk? A rainbow milk of sorts that gave us more than the nutrients we needed. I wonder....
    ©queerchildzw

  • grotesque 30w

    Rainbow

    Brand me with hate.
    I will paint you with love!
    ©grotesque

  • rinzingongmu_ 35w

    Her Rainbow

    Her red lips, her blue eyes.
    Her brown skin, the nerves green running within. Golden hair with lightning.
    Oh tell me if she isn't magnificent.
    If you never wished you were her.
    Fierce & strong her wildness casts along.
    Oh tell me, if she isn't the Rainbow we long for. 🌈 ❤️
    ©rinzingongmu_

  • jyo_71 37w

    #mirakee writers #Queer thoughts
    #mirakee

    On the beach, beside a rock
    She lay on the sand
    Lost in her thoughts
    Her face showed range of weird emotions
    Undoubtedly, her mind was in imprisonment of queer thoughts.

    She kept turning and twisting
    As her mind was restless
    Deep thinking about something painful
    Indeed she was about to wail.

    But she controlled her weeping
    And sat on the rock
    Her queer thoughts were still
    Haunting her vigorously
    Thus making her
    Reach to the height of vulnerability.

    Finally, after hours passed
    She stood and headed towards the sea
    The waves were at their peak
    She moved towards them
    Trying to kill herself
    And ending the catalogue of
    Her queer thoughts at last.

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    Queer Thoughts

    ©jyo_71

  • agjproverbs 41w

    Addressing me by my deadname is like mailing an invite to my old address. I don't live there anymore.
    ©agjproverbs

  • queerqueenathena 41w

    Immaculate

    Girl I know this is new to you
    Got you in a complete spiritual dilemma
    But when the heart finally finds
    That which it did not even think it needed
    How pleasurable it can be
    To throw caution to the wind!
    For love can only be too pure
    A feeling this good
    Could never be wrong.
    It is but a natural feeling
    And how mean can you be
    To deny yourself the pleasure
    Of a holy sensation!
    What harm can possibly be done
    By two girls loving without fear
    Immaculate is all it is
    So do not despair my dear
    For what you feel
    Is only as natural as the universe can be.
    ©queerqueenathena

  • lemon_eyes 42w

    Empty Poet

    I'm sad
    Do I find that bad

    No but I'm not glad either
    Maybe I could have tried harder

    To be happy in my place
    To have a real smile on my face

    Its not like I don't try

    But I feel like I don't try hard enough
    I mean was I made to not be tough

    You know what I mean, if you don't it's not your fault
    Maybe you do maybe you do not

    I think you forgot that life takes a different toll
    On every clueless wondering soul

    Um what's it like to be happy
    To live life all silly and sappy

    Do you know or is that just what life is like in a fairy tale
    I wanna live in a fairy tale where I can fly where I do not wale

    I cry myself to sleep
    But my life isn't really that deep

    I'm just a sad teenager
    That gives into the anger

    That's fed to them on a daily
    But to the adults that seems to silly

    They call us lazy and selfish
    They treat us like we aren't a lost fish

    They think we left the group of fishes by being devlish
    When they kicked us out ha isn't that rich

    All my life I've been called names or been kicked under the bus
    And they think that's no reason to make such a fuss

    I'm sad but you know that
    You won't do anything till I'm gone but you don't know that

    Because you won't realize that I'm actually sad till I'm actually gone
    And you think your so strong

    You think we're impressed by your muscles naw
    You honestly look as dumb as straw

    So when I die my my own hand
    On who will the damn blame land

    Me? My parents? The bully's? The adults?
    Is anyone actually at fault?

    Sure all the mean names and comments did their painful share
    But there is no true reason as to why I'm in such pain and that isn't rare

    To be sad with no reason to stare at
    So when my life crashes with a splat

    Don't you dare blame anyone
    Not me not your daughter your child or son

    I will die, no stopping that
    But if I die by suicide that's not something you can spit at

    You've been spitting on my my entire life leaving me on the concrete floor
    So why would you stop then when I'm gone when I am no more

    Because regret is greater then gratitude
    When Anne Frank wrote that she had the right attitude

    Sometimes I want to kill myself and scream "goodbye I hate you all' or say at least something

    But other times I want to wither away in silence letting the eerie air drag my apologies into nothing.
    ©lemon_eyes

  • queerqueenathena 42w

    Queer

    The hardest and saddest part about being queer is having to pretend that you are fine
    Even when you are at the verge of a mental breakdown
    Because unlike most people
    We don't have the privilege of freely opening up to the people closest to us
    We let the fear of judgement hinder us from seeking help
    Even when we badly need it.
    ©queerqueenathena

  • samtheowl 42w

    Words slither through,
    My mind.
    Leaving the blood,
    Of my insides,
    Behind them.

    Mentions,
    Of a girl now...
    dead.
    The time is now.
    Move...on.

    Denied!
    ...no rest for the,
    wretched.
    ©samtheowl