Poetry contest

[stellaluna]

The walls feel like they are caving in my lungs burning for oxygen. An animal locked up in a cage roaring loaning to be free. Everywhere I go despair follows a cloud covering up the good.

A long dark tunnel trying to look for the light searching and searching but it can't be found. Wishing that someone would love you pay attention to you when you need it. Trying to hide but it always finds you and locks you up tighter. Despair is like a fire it burns you it never goes away but grows and becomes bigger. Despair is everywhere and can't be run from it is apart of you.

 

[stellaluna]

And yes this is one of my own.

 

[JScott]

here is one of my own hope you all enjoy it.

the journey that we travel is a long one. it can last for a few days or many years
the journey can take you down many short paths, or down the long road for miles

the journey will bring many truths, smiles, or crys and lies
the journey can lead you down a wrong path if you arent careful

it is filled with cheers and fears, but be glad not sad. the journey can teach you right from wrong
but be glad not sad

the journey can teach you right from wrong the journey makes you belong
what is this jouney that i speak of you ask? why its life

 

[ItsMatt]

there are days that i wish were different,
but the nights i have regretted none.

it hurts sometimes and sometimes might be forever,
but for you, forever i seek and run.

there is no greater sadness than
the normality of how i must feel.
was i born to be different,
will god let my desires be real?

life has given me much to believe,
but more is the doubt that undid what i know,

for, like night follows day, the pleasure is sure,
of forever beginning once more.

Tribute to:
if time is queer/and memory is trans/and my hands hurt in the cold/then - raquel salas rivera
About:
being sexually confused at one point in time