Though They May Be

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What ‘Over It’ Is.


I think about how I used to tell you everything
I think about how long we could talk just you and me
I think about 11 pm and exit signs and glowing orange lights
I think about how you always answered my calls
and I guess thinking about these things in the past tense -
I guess that’s what over it is.

I think about how I started needed reasons
to talk to you at all
I think about waiting
I think about 12 midnight and checking my phone again and again
I think about how many of my calls went to voicemail
and I guess thinking about these things as signs
that I should’ve given up sooner -
I guess that’s what over it is.

I think about how I stopped looking for reasons
to talk to you at all
I think about silence
I think about 2 pm and not checking my phone at all
I think about how many times I could’ve called but didn’t
and I guess thinking about these things as just what I just have to live with
I guess that’s what over it is.

But when I go to bed at night
and the lights go out
I sometimes practice picking up my phone
and pressing it to my ear
like somehow you’d be waiting on the other end
waiting for me to tell you everything you’ve missed
I fall asleep to the sound of silence
and when I wake up in the morning
I go back to thinking about you in the past tense
and pretend that’s what over it is.

(via wingedescape)


Thomas Fucaloro - “When You Sew What You Reap”

"I like when other people judge other people. It keeps the economy going."

A unique poem from our Poetry Observed series.


What winter does to you.It’s too cold in here.


What winter does to you.
It’s too cold in here.

(via wingedescape)

“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.”


Iain Thomas

(Source: twloha)

You are 12. You’re at the library looking for some generic young adult fiction novel about a girl who falls for her best friend. Your dad makes a disgusted face. “This is about lesbians,” he says. The word falls out of his mouth as though it pains him. You check out a different book and cry when you get home, but you aren’t sure why. You learn that this is not a story about you, and if it is, you are disgusting.

You are 15. Your relatives are fawning over your cousin’s new boyfriend. “When will you have a boyfriend?” they ask. You shrug. “Maybe she’s one of those lesbians,” your grandpa says. You don’t say anything. You learn that to find love and acceptance from your family, you need a boyfriend who thinks you are worthy of love and acceptance.

You are 18. Your first boyfriend demands to know why you never want to have sex with him. He tells you that sex is normal and healthy. You learn that something is wrong with you.

You are 13. You’re at a pool party with a relative’s friend’s daughter. “There’s this lesbian in my gym class. It’s so gross,” she says. “Ugh, that’s disgusting,” another girl adds. They ask you, “do you have any lesbians at your school?” You tell them no and they say you are lucky. You learn to stay away from people.

You are 20. You have coffee with a girl and you can’t stop thinking about her for days afterwards. You learn the difference between a new friendship and new feelings for a person.

You are 13. Your mom is watching a movie. You see two girls kiss on screen. You feel butterflies and this sense that you identify with the girls on the screen. Your mom gets up and covers the screen. You learn that if you are like those girls, no one wants to see it.

You are 20. You and your friends are drunk and your ex-boyfriend dares you to make out with your friend. You both agree. You touch her face. It feels soft and warm. Her lips are small and her hands feel soft on your back. You learn the difference between being attracted to someone and recognizing that someone you care about is attractive.

You are 16. You find lesbian porn online. Their eyes look dead and their bodies are positioned in a way that you had never imagined. You learn that liking girls is acceptable if straight men can decide the terms.

You are 20. You are lying next to a beautiful girl and talking about everything. You tell her things that you don’t usually tell anyone. You learn how it feels not to want to go to sleep because you don’t want to miss out on any time with someone.

You are 15. Your parents are talking about a celebrity. Your dad has a grin on his face and says, “her girlfriend says that she’s having the best sex of her life with her!” You learn that being a lesbian is about the kind of sex you have and not how you love.

You are 18. You are in intro to women’s and gender studies. “Not all feminists are lesbians- I love my husband! Most of the feminists on our leadership team are straight! It’s just a stereotype,” the professor exclaims. You learn that lesbianism is something to separate yourself from.

You are 21 and you are kissing a beautiful girl and she’s your girlfriend and you understand why people write songs and make movies and stupid facebook statuses about this and time around you just seems to stop and you could spend forever like this and you learn that there is nothing wrong with you and you are falling in love.

You are 21. And you are okay.

—   a thing I wrote after arguing with an insensitive dude on facebook all day or Things Other People Taught me about Liking Girls (via samanticshift)

(Source: radandangry, via fluent-in-lesbianism)

To every wildfire:


To every wildfire sitting still:
To every hurricane in a cage:
To every beam of light, rattling chains:
To every bird
that held those clippers cold, pressed them terrified to quivering wing, and thought,
“I’m not right. I need to learn.
This will be the best thing.”
To you,
with hands folded politely, legs crossed so inoffensive
You’re not crazy
and you’re not

We gather in hoards at every socially acceptable rebellion, travel, shake, breathe rebellious. We can spot that glint in your eye across the latest adrenaline high, and every risk you ever took was just a warning sign. You’re not made to stay the same.
I know the type; no consistency—eight hairstyles in four years. All new piercings, new tattoos, all new goals, new careers. You naturally feel the freedom most people are too afraid to even believe in, but you don’t know how to slow down; you’re a liability in your leaving.
And it’s not like we don’t love, we do.
We love deep and true and full—
But our relationships are like jeans
Eventually they rip at the knees
and through that crack
Sneaks in our dreams.
I’ve heard it described an itch, an urge, an unexplainable need to scream, a hole inside that never fills, a relentless beckon from voices unknown, from places you’ve never seen.
It’s a hundred things to a hundred people, and I may not know your demon by name
But what I do know
Is you won’t sleep at night if you don’t, so when those dice are in your hand
You must roll
What I do know
Is stagnation is your hell, and in a world so unimaginably big
You must grow
What I do know
Is when it itches, when it gapes, when it calls
You must go
What I do know
Is even when it hurts,
you’re not

July 11th, 2014

(Source: everydaygay, via everydaygay)

“My hope is that you
beautiful and charming you
will see something in me
flustered and blushing me
and want to take me home
quiet and calm home
and learn me collected and more
real, true, honest, and much more”


(Source: withmyheartticking)


Jenesis Fonseca - “Desert” (CUPSI 2014)

"He asks me not to forget him. How can you forget someone you haven’t had a chance to remember?"

Performing for Princeton University during finals at the 2014 College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational.


Wyatt Kat Fleckenstein - “Labels” (CUPSI 2014)

"They don’t want my mother to baptize their children because clearly she did something wrong with me."

Performing for Macalester College during the 2014 College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational.

“1. The girl you see in the mirror at 22 will not be the same girl you grew up seeing. She won’t have the same face or the same smile or the same heart. She’ll have broken and mended and somedays you won’t recognize her, but that’s okay.
2. There will be bad days. They’re going to hurt like hell. You’re going to think this is the end and that you’ll never get better. Remember how many countless times you thought that. Know you’re still here.
3. Happy things are going to make you cry. So will the sad things. Sunglasses will do you good. But remember it’s okay to cry. It’s okay to display your emotions. It’s okay to feel your emotions.
4. Ask him out while you have the chance. You’re going to spend the next couple of months wondering what would have happened if you did anyways. Might as well know.
5. Send that letter. If she’s fine she’ll appreciate the concern. If she isn’t, well.
6. Hug grampa really tight, he’s feeling thinner every day.
7. You don’t owe them your love even if they tried to give you everything. You’re always going to flash back to the time you almost drank that bottle of rum when you were 9 because you figured it was water in the water bottle and you didn’t understand why you weren’t enough.
8. You are always going to be enough. Don’t let anyone tell you different.
9. Surround yourself with those who love you and who you love. Don’t take the scraps at the end of the night. Fill yourself with the wonderful lightness of love that carries no conditions.
10. You know who you are. Don’t let them distract you from it.
11. Stop writing for everyone else. You’re going to dig yourself a hole so large it could swallow the world but so small it’s a wonder your pinky toe fits in. You wrote your best when you wrote for you. That’s why you started, wasn’t it?
12. Everyone will always seem better than you at everything. Everyone thinks that.
13. Your running shoes are going to be your favourite purchase. So stop being afraid to get your leg looked at. You’d be happier if you were still running.
14. There’s no use sitting at home scared you might be dying even though that’s an art you’ve perfected.
15. Breathe. It’s your best defence against your anxiety.
16. She is the butterfly breaking out from her cocoon. Nothing has ever been or will ever be more beautiful.
17. If you need a couple days to yourself, take them. We are diverse human beings and no one is the same. They won’t understand but you know how to calm yourself down better than any of them.
18. You’re still going to wonder what happened to him. He hurt you and burned you alive, but all you can still wonder is whether or not he took those steps and walked right off the edge.
19. It hurts, but caring is not your weakness.
20. Stop worrying that everyone is smarter than you. You have a beautiful brain but it works in different ways than they want it to. It doesn’t mean there is anything wrong with you. You are smart. You are smart.
21. You’re always going to feel like you’re missing something. Know that you are whole and perfect as you are, but don’t let that burning desire to be everything fade out. Touch and see everything you can and never rest until you’ve done it all and had your fill. The world is your peanut butter cheesecake and it’s so sweet that you don’t want to miss a crumb. Let that passion be your anchor.
22. You think you know everything at 22. You don’t. You never will. Accept that. Don’t be afraid to keep learning.”

—   22 for 22 (via withmyheartticking)