Deeming whats worthy

<>by: crosswise

Tonight you brought out a side of me I didn’t know I had
I developed a problem when I was young
One that we all have
It can’t truly be seen until the words are spoken <>

When I look at you I know who you are
We have never met before but I can tell what you are
The style of your clothing, the way your body moves
Tells me these things
Tells me their true <>

She is across the room I stand staring at her
She is what I am no greater no less
Gaping at me determining what I am
She thinks I’m gay from the clothes that I wear
Thinks that I’m different from the way I do my hair <>

When I look at her all I see are lies
Her fake tan, fake nails, fake body
All lies
The smile on her face keeping her secrets all in
Pretending she has no problem spreading gossip about her friends <>

It may not be what one would think
A disease, an epidemic, a leak
But when it’s all together we begin to realize
That stereotypes are hell
We don’t even give that person a try

sitting in the grass with you

by shira

I never have anything to say
But want to tell you everything
Words are choking out
They’re in some other language
I'd die to translate
For anyone that could hear
Every note and color breathing

Maybe sometime I’ll ask you
How you got your eyes
I got mine from my mother
And my father gave me vision
How do you see the way you do
When everyone sees you

You remind me of a portrait
One you see on fourth-grade field trips
Too much to understand
But want to touch it anyway
And hope some of the paint
Comes off forever
Lodged underneath your fingernails

what i fear the right person will never understand

by Turtledove

You love to get under my skin
the way single-stuffed oreos annoy me

or I'm bothered by 2-door sedans.

Why would you buy a car that holds four
or even five
when it only lets two out?

These days I like to walk,
letting the sun whisper to my cheeks.

But who knows

I could get older and some poor fool
could wait for my fat ass to get out of the car
so he could slide my seat forward

to escape.

Perhaps into the arms of some
single-stuffed oreos

Because he's destined to settle for less.

the sun (inhibition)

by shira

With mindless inhibition
I'm speaking of the sun

I'll see it
And touch it, the sun
It's still cold outside
And I feel silly in my mittens
But it's worth it
To be burned
Scarred happy
I'll hang it above my friends
From all walks

And they will point and stare
Frostbitten fingers stuck at attention
Frozen visions they'd like to forget

Men put their hands in pockets
Women wrap their arms around ribs
It's not polite to point and stare
I'm proud to make them rude

Every other line

by: tinny tulle

in your mind

patches of clouds float

you hide behind

overhead

the secrets within

the cascading heights

you keep from your friends

never cease to amaze you

Pliant

by: tinny tulle

You said maybe later you'd come around again,
but you needed time.
I thought to myself never again.
But I lied.

Although I wasn't the only one
The time you needed longer than expected
But I'll just sit and wait
Because in time
Hopefully you'll realize
I'm still here.