Explaining you about my sexuality won't help
Explaining you about my existence won't help
Thought you are my buddy, will get me without explaining much.
I am just a bit different, can't you get this much.
I know you have a life partner to share all your tensions,
And wanted me to be happy, and feel all that emotions,
But I am happy just by myself,
You again and again telling me what to do...
Sunday 14th February 2021 5:13 pm
in the norm,
But I fold
Saturday 9th January 2021 2:59 pm
That phrase you love to say
It has become overdone, cliché
No, it’s not a phase
Years, not days
I will not change
Not this way or that way
Though I may grow,
I may expand in waves,
I will not change
To fit your phrase
I will only expand,
Expand in waves
Is that okay?
That I will stay?
That I won’t change?
That I can only expand,
Expand in waves?
Wednesday 23rd September 2020 3:06 pm
Lost boy, find your way home
Reach out your arms
You’re no longer alone
Lost boy, please don’t be scared
There’s a safe place waiting
You just need to get there
People may judge you
And that is OK
If they have a problem
We can keep them at bay
Thoughts and feelings are normal
Its everyday life
The future is yours
So keep that in sight
Lost boy, why are you afraid
It’s not your ...
Wednesday 5th August 2020 4:48 pm
As a child
Friends knocked the door
You were waiting for
To hear the question
As it left their mouth
Asking your parents
If you were coming out
As a child
We’d run around
No care in the world
And acting the clown
And playing in mud
Making as many adventures
As we possibly could
As a child
I was building a wall
To keep me safe
Saturday 1st August 2020 1:08 pm
Like a scared child in the shadows
Lurking to find what’s right
Strange feelings overtake me
And my chest is feeling tight
Why does it feel abnormal
Why does it seem so strange
I don't have one attraction
I have multiple in my range
Why does it sound so dirty
In an homophobic head
Why do I feel so troubled
By what others might have said
Is it them who have the problem
Or am I running ...
Tuesday 28th July 2020 11:05 am
Demons are coming
Engrossed with my brain
Their taking control
Am I going insane
They try to take over
The thoughts in my head
But I won’t let them get me
I’ll get them instead
Fighting with demons
Keep those demon’s at bay
Caged in a corner
Keep those demons away
When panic takes over
Those demons are close
They’re reaching and beating
They fill me with doubt
But stood in the ...
Saturday 25th July 2020 11:54 pm
I remember playing in a hayloft
with older boys, daring to jump like they did.
I tunneled alone through hay and darkness,
to find light at the other end.
As my memory goes back to those carefree times,
I wonder if I tried to impress older boys
as if they were my father.
Was I trying to outdo my brothers?
Was there a sexual element
in body sensations in free fall in hay?
Thursday 9th April 2020 2:01 pm
Where’s The Sun?
I used to orgasm imagining i was running to-
To reach climax for the relief was spiritual
Sex for me has remained-
Now it’s perverse and sexual.
So, I hide inside-
The dark of the night
And only come out when the moon says
You’re safe now.
He has my best interests in his heart filled with craters
Other women scarred with play...
Sunday 3rd March 2019 8:10 am
My love for you wells up from
A feeling indescript
A warmth rising from the heart
A rush of oxytocin through the
Immediate and pressing
Without urgency or smothering
Felt from my legs to my
And in every chakra the yoga-doers tell us of
From the crown above my head
To the root they speak of in awkward Puritanical tones
Tones we do not need, m...
Saturday 16th February 2019 6:01 pm
Those words move me
Quivering to my core
Sparks the embers in my cheeks
So many connotations
A thank you for listening
To your commands
A unique expression of adoration
As well as appetition
An ‘it’s going to be ok’
Psychedelic to my anxieties
Caress my curves
Trace the imprints you leave
On my soul
On my skin
Please, tell me again
I want to be your
Sunday 26th November 2017 11:42 pm
It was surprising that after work, on Thursday,
she wanted to meet and share her bed with a man, again.
Maybe men, even, she thought, suddenly indecisive and guilty,
but for society, men, peers, their judgment, their pursed lips and nods of disapproval.
Now that she was almost home, her fireplace and Scotch seemed dearer, as usual;
the icy blanket of her acceptance of undesired celi...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:10 pm
I think I’m addicted to acting the way,
Behaving the way,
No, I never meant to-
No, I never intended to-
didn’t set out to break your heart
I think that it came naturally to me...
Snapping those heart strings it’s what
It’s what I’ve always done best.
Affection is a weapon they say,
Charm is a murderer they say,
The blood you lose...
Wednesday 9th March 2016 7:54 pm
Standing close behind
She shudders in anticipation
For his commanding touch; but
He denies her such satisfaction
Only applying goosebumps to her skin
His hot breath teases increasing her adrenaline
Fingers hooking the straps of her top
Pulling over those soft shoulders
Drawing down ever slowly like molasses
Cascading over skin on winter morning
The cloth rolls over nipples perked
Thursday 28th May 2015 1:52 am
Shame - the greatest shambles; a sham
sex and guilt, beauty and modesty; molest
pitted in the stomach like acid,
spat swallowed pity, feeding starvation, an unquenchable famish, unsensibly sore
malnourished habits die hard, and lonely, resentfully
twisting and turning and diving, deprived
Lies for eyes, for ears and the nose; twitch
flies on the flesh of ...
Friday 25th January 2013 5:48 pm
as the dew dropped tulip two-steps over my tongue
so a pubic slaughter of moonbeams and drag queens
leaves so little space in-between the longing
hung, low slung, below the eaves of this curious abode
where pregnant questions await the gaunt relief
of a crucified thief who has chosen his flavour
so sure the house has fallen on the queen of the east
love thy nei...
Thursday 27th December 2012 7:12 pm
A cum stained victory for the avant-garde,
throw away your cameras
and embrace the lens of the soul.
Prettiness does not define talent.
How can a stoic face define the myriad of human emotions?
A lifeless motif of the status-ho.
Individuality seeps like semen upon a blood stained carcass.
Trickles of truth, like tears upon a false-face.
One cannot spell life without l...
Monday 19th March 2012 2:59 pm