It Doesn't Matter That You're Gay

One day, you will die and nothing will ever matter
Not your differences, 
Not your preferences, 
Not your happiness. 
Forget your allies and your enemies. 
Forget your rainbow suspenders, your glitter eyeliner, your chest binder. 
You are not your gender
Not your sexuality
Not your sins
Not your injustices. 
You are not your label. 
You are not your experiences. 
One day, nothing will ever matter.



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Inspired by my brother's poem penned on the inside his medicine cabinet in orange magic marker, apparently inspired by Fight Club.  
NOTE: after some reader's responses, I want to add that, to me, this poem is comforting rather than angsty.  The idea that it wont matter anymore one day, none of it, is so unbelievably peaceful to me.  I hope you find the same comfort one day.  Embrace Inevitability but never rush her.  

Tense Haiku

History, my past,
haunts me like a poltergeist,
dead, unkillable.

Wax

Tonight, I do not even dare
              to extinguish the lights.
The thoughts and emotions
              that lurk in the shadows of my mind
Are greater gambles than happiness itself;
              tonight I ante my heart.

Top 5 Poems

I reached 3,000 views yesterday.  I want to thank everyone for supporting me and reading this blog.  Some of you I know, but most of you I don't.  Thank you so much for visiting.

Here is the top 5 most visited poems on this blog as of yet.

Interred Haiku
Firestorm
Authoritarianism
The Karve
When She Comes

I Rarely Do This

But I wanted to show you one of the places I draw inspiration from.

Kai Davis is who I wish I could be.  And this particular video is what I have felt the last two days.

He thought he escaped my gaze.  I planted my sickle in his throat and uprooted his head.  King cobras always fall victim to charms.  

Letters to an Ex-Lover: Uber Nacht

I hope you asphyxiate on every lie you ever told.
I hope the weight of your sins smothers you slowly over the years.
I hope the poisonous evil that you spit corrodes your veins and mind
Until all that's left of you is a babbling shell with a blackened soul trapped inside.

Fear Her

Babe, the devil's coming for your soul.
She's got blue eyes and revenge on her mind.
A molotov cocktail to quiet the nerves,
And off to work we go, scythe in tow.

Sleepy Haiku

Tonight, the steady

hum of frogs and crickets lulls

me gently to sleep.

1:30 AM

The lone shriek of a coyote rings out
   and is repeated before the first echoes die.
The deep base of the domesticate rhythmically
   responds,
 relentless
     and
        unanswered.