263 posts
  • fmcstarr 2d

    LGBTQ+ Pride Poem

    It’s still stunning to be straight.
    It’s way amazing if you’re an alliance.
    It’s okay to be gay.
    It’s beautiful if you’re bisexual.
    It’s terrific if you’re transgendered.
    If you’re asexual like me, we’re a-okay!
    Just remember you are you;
    Pansexual or romantic like myself also , transsexual, polysexual, any-sexual as long as they don’t have to understand if they don’t know; you can educate or explain to everyone.
    Coming out is freeing yourself from hiding in a cage,
    Staying in the cage will cause some rage.
    We’re grateful for our allies and supporters on earth and space.
    We belong in this beautiful place we call home; homosexual, pan sexual/romantic, asexual, aromatic and all of those who identify as anyone.
    You come as different identities;
    Don’t deny your true self.
    Don’t have to please others,
    Just be you.
    And only you. 🏳️‍🌈/⬛️⚪️◻️💜/

  • beautiful_deathx 3d

    It's right there.
    It's right there in front of you.

    Staring into your blind eyes.

    And yet, you won't accept it.
    You refuse to.
    Denial is strong. Extremely strong.

    And you're an ostrich.

    Our reality doesn't need you.
    Doesn't need it
    - your acceptance.

    You're an ostrich.
    And we'll run over you.
    All over you.
    Just like that.


  • sober_diaries 4d

    #lgbt #�� #aboutlife #behelpful
    Comment down if you support if YES then why if NO then why not?

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    Why Not?

    I Support LGBT.
    Why not you?
    We don't judge people on there skin color, tone, languages, Or where they come from.
    We support them because they're different not because they're Lesbians, Gay, Bisexual Or Trans but because they have a human heart.
    They need to be loved,
    They need to be cared,
    They need someone to look after,
    They need support,So why don't ?

  • notyart 4d

    Eye Sex

    We have eye sex like Twilight
    Except it's not Edward and Bella
    It's me and you
    And whether you admit it or not, we both sparkle in the sunlight
    But you keep it dark for yourself
    You think if the sun touches you,
    you'll turn to dust


  • sabeehhassan14 1w

    Ok first, let's establish something and set it in stone: NOTHING is TMI (too much information). If you're having a conversation with me, I'm ready to talk about any and everything you want to talk about, whether it's how you want chocolate but can't get any because it's 3AM or whether it's your sex life or you have a medical emergency that you can't anyone's help for or you're facing abuse or you're in any sort of a rough patch, I'm here to talk about it. I'll try my best to help you get through it. I might not always give advice but the least I can do is listen.
    With how messed up the world is and how inconsiderate people are of other people's feelings, I feel like more people need to step up to this and be available for others. The #safetypin is symbolic for a safe zone. It means you can approach me at any time and talk about ANYTHING that is bothering you and I will help you out without even a shred of judgement.

    Repost this if you feel like you are in a stable enough emotional state to help others going through rough times.

    P.S. Mirakee is not the most personal message friendly app so I have my Instagram linked in my bio. Feel free to message me there and I'll try to respond as soon as possible

    #writersnetwork #readwriteunite
    #mirakee #lgbt #depression #anxiety
    #abuse #assault #help #therapy

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    My DM is a safe zone.

  • tokyoart 1w


    I hope we'll meet in another life
    I hope we'll love each other like we do now
    I hope no one will tell us what to do
    Live our lives like we want
    And let our screams of pleasure reach another planet
    And tell everyone how beautiful our love story started

  • reenee 2w

    What wasn't meant to be

    I loved him. I did. With all my heart and soul. He loved me too, I know he did. Those stolen shy glances, that gentle blush on his cheeks when we accidently looked into each other's eyes, those seemingly friendly touches that seemed to graze my skin a delicious moment longer than necessary - everything told me that he loved me too. But alas, it wasn't meant to be. Why, you ask.

    Our love wasn't love because I am a man too. We sought happiness but it just..... It wasn't meant to be. How can it be? We are both men, aren't we?

  • marshy 2w


    Funny, furry, lover love me.
    Lovely, Yaoi, ochinchin me.
    Beauty, sturdy, pounda pound me.
    Aryan Brahmin, will marry me.

  • jay222 2w

    Lonely boy

    This boy who does not feel good,
    This boy who does not feel wanted,
    This boy who feels broken,
    This boy who hides beneath a hood,
    This boy who always feels taunted,
    This boy who leaves all things unspoken.

    He never feels like anything,
    He doesn't know which way to go,
    He never feels like he is home,
    He's always searching for his king,
    Feels he has nothing to show,
    Always feels like he has ugly syndrome.

    He does not feel like he is needed,
    Always compares himself to others,
    They seem so perfect,
    Yet they're conceited,
    They too hide behind covers,
    Yet they treat him like a reject.

    He, himself, he always cares,
    He puts others before him,
    He denies himself hapiness,
    Just to be kicked downstairs,
    Told to hit the gym,
    Told to gain some manliness.

    He needs to learn to be happy,
    To stop putting himself down,
    He wants to find the perfect one,
    He wants someone so badly,
    He doesn't want to frown,
    He just wants someone.


  • exuberancee 2w

    She bought a new shade of red,
    And let herself sink,
    In the abyss of the bed.

    The closet hung her skin,
    And those studs that she,
    She had sneaked in.

    Besides it lay her ballet shoes,
    That were sung in,
    With them societal views.

    Her hair wrapped her neck,
    Like a reata held by,
    Liberty's wreck.

    Her fingers painted bright,
    A crimson reminder,
    Of the death of her plight.

    Walking to the closet,
    With the society shouting,
    Their orthodox posit.

    The disguise burnt the soul,
    Now with a fire,
    But just behold.

    The makeup flew across the room,
    And studs trampled
    The ballet shoes.

    Until a scream from the hypocrites,
    Echoed itself,
    With whispers of the last quits.

    Freedom wept and statue bled,
    Maybe this was the only,
    Likeable red.

    There was no way to be free,
    But to tighten the noose,
    And gone was he.


  • dilemma_unfolded 2w


    It's pink on pink and blue on blue. It's two lips meeting and two beats skipping. It's love at first sight and fear at first glance. It's blending into each other and standing out in the crowd. It's about two girls kissing and two boys loving.

  • ellieisred 2w

    #lgbt Who needs format

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    Who I want

    Dad uses words he really shouldn't.

    Ones I know that hurt.

    Beginning to describe why I wouldn't

    Use the words 'faggot' or 'weirdo'

    Is a long debate.

    It ends with laughter and my dad declaring, 'It's just a phase'

    Whenever I try to defend people that want to be themselves.

    Being called stupid and never getting any way to express or tell.

  • jumbleknuts 2w

    Alive And Well Chapter One

    Chapter 1

    Jordan peeked out of his room very slowly; only opening his door enough to see what was happening. Jordan recited his father's teachings over and over again in his mind.
    "Son, if the black coats ever find me or you, you must hide. If they find you tell them this word for word; I am Jordaniaka, the descendant of Marrooko Varonocein. My mother is deceased. Once you have told them that, stand perfectly still. Do not move a muscle until you are told to do so. If you move, they will not hesitate to shoot and kill you. Do you understand child?" Jordan always nodded and repeated the info a couple times to make sure he would remember it. Now here he was; watching as the two men in black coats mercilessly beat his father until his last breath. Jordan quickly abandoned his spot at the door and rolled underneath the bed. He tried his hardest to stifle his sobs but all his attempts were futile. He heard one of the men speak softly.
    "Did you hear that Leo? I think it's coming from that room over there." His voice was deep and hushed. Jordan whimpered as the other man spoke.

    "Yeah, I heard it. Draw your gun and don't put it away." The man named Leo nearly whispered. Jordan heard the sound of two guns cocking and the soft click of boot heels coming towards the room. The door slowly creaked open and Jordan began to shake in fear. He watched two pairs of boots slowly circle the room before one of the men stopped at the closet and the other stopping at the bed right in front of Jordan. 

    "ALRIGHT KID. YOU MIGHT AS WELL COME OUT NOW. THERE ARE TWO OF US AND ONLY ONE OF YOU." Leo shouted loud enough for the whole house to hear. Jordan whimpered and slowly crept out from underneath the bed. He stood slowly, hugging his large and ratty stuffed bear tightly to his chest. Leo sighed and put his gun back into his holster. 

    "Damnit. Adam, you can put your gun away." Leo bent down and got on one knee so he was eye level with the small child. "I suppose your father has already taught you what to say when we found you. All we need to know is your name and how old you are. Do you understand?" He said softly as he placed a hand on the child's shoulder. His hand was so large, it nearly covered up all of Jordan's left side. Jordan nodded and began to speak.

    "M-m-m-m-my na-a-am-m-e is-s-s-s Jor-Jor-Jordan-n. I-I-Im-m-m th-th-thr-re-e-e-e yea-years o-o-old." His stutter was severe before, but when he is scared it becomes worse. Those two sentences took him eight minutes to say but Leo and Adam waited for him to finish before Adam walked over with a blanket. He gently draped it over over the tiny boy before speaking again.    "Aww. He's but a wee lamb, Leo. I don't think I could bare eliminating this little thing. It also doesn't look like the old brute did very well when taking care of him. Where is your mother, child?" Jordan didn't want to answer this question. He hated talking about her. Jordan knew the only reason his father didn't like him was because Jordan was the reason she was dead. More or less, anyway. "Sh-sh-sh-he-he-he d-d-d-i-i-i-ied-d-d wh-wh-wh-when-n-n-n I wa-a-a-s-s-s bo-o-o-rn-n-n." He said sniffling and hugging his bear tighter. "Adam, look how skinny he is! Dear lord, it looks like the poor thing hasn't eaten in weeks! Jordan, we need to ask you more questions but all I want you to do is nod your head for yes and shake your head for no. I'm gonna go see if I can find him something to eat." Leo said getting up off of the floor. He walked out of the room and turned the lights on before closing the other two in the room. Adam scooped up the frail child as if poking him would cause him to shatter. He sat down on the bed and wrapped Jordan up snugly and held him to his chest. Then he started to ask questions. "Are you hungry?" He nodded. "Are you thirsty? Would you like some milk?" Adam asked softly while he cradled Jordan.  Jordan buried his face in the blankets before nodding. "Are you sleepy?" Adam cooed as he patted down some loose hairs that were sticking up on the smaller's head. Jordan closed his eyes and nodded. Leo re-entered the room with nothing in his hands. Adam gave him a concerned look before Leo explained. "That bastard ate all the food in the house just so his kid wouldn't get any." Adam sighed and shook his head and looked at his watch. "It's 3:43 A.M. We need to get going. But what are we gonna do about the kid? We can't kill him. Should we just-"

    "No Adam. We can't do that. You know the rules."

    "I know but he's so tiny and helpless. Who knows what will happen to him. Besides, look at his face! He's adorable."

    "Is he asleep?"

    "Yes, I think so." Leo pulled out his gun and aimed it at Jordan's head. Then he lowered it, raised it, then lowered it again.  "I can't do it. I haven't even known this kid for an hour and I'm already too attached to him."

    "Wait, if we are the ones who are in charge, can't we just... Change the rules? Maybe bend them a little? Just think Leo. We have wanted a child for so long and here is our chance. Do you really want to kill this kid, or do you want to keep him?"

    "I- Of course I want to keep him! Not to mention he is the last heir to the throne; so wouldn't killing him technically be treason? Let's just bring him home and if the council thinks it would be better if he were eliminated, then that's what we'll do. Now come on. The carriage has been waiting for us for ages now." Adam rose to his feet, still clutching Jordan. Under the cloak of night, Adam and Leo, who was now holding Jordan, briskly made their way to a cemetery.  They pass through the gate and continued to walk until they reached the largest gravestone there. Adam took out a small book and read something completely reversed. His eyes turned to a bright blue as the front of the stone began to swirl and change in color to a deep blood red. Leo stepped through the portal and walked a cobblestone path that leads to a large carriage which looked to be pulled by four jet black pegasi. Adam shortly followed suit and opened the door for Leo once he caught up to him. Leo stepped in cautiously and sat down in the cushioned seats. Jordan stirred in his sleep before his eyes slowly fluttered open. He looked around, noticing that he wasn't in his father's room anymore. He wasn't even in his own house! Adam stepped into the carriage after he explained the situation to the coachman and sat down. Leo hadn't had a good look at Jordan yet so he began to inspect at the toddler. Jordan had crawled over Leo's lap so he could look out the window. Jordan's jet black hair was down to his back. It was thin and in desperate need of cutting. He was extremely small for his age and was also extremely underweight. Adam also remembered the reason his father left his realm and suddenly felt sick to his stomach. None of that mattered now though because Jordan was safe. He continued to look over the toddler noticing bruises, dirt and cuts all over him. Jordan yawned showing off his chipped teeth that he most likely got from his father beating him. Adam couldn't take it anymore and decided to ask the child about it. He spoke softly so he didn't startle the three-year-old but deep down he wanted to scream.
    "Jordan? You don't need to answer if you don't want to but I need to ask you something." Jordan turned his head and looked into Adam's eyes. He had also gotten Leo's attention when he spoke.
    "Jordan, sweetie, do you think your dad loves you?" Jordan looked down and began to think. Did his dad love him? Jordan tried to remember one good thing he actually liked about his dad but his pros list came up short. Jordan slowly sank down into his seat as the carriage slowly pulled to a stop in front of a rather large castle. Jordan very slowly shook his head no as his eyes welled with tears. Adam slowly bent down and scooped Jordan into a hug. He slowly stood before shooting Leo a worried glance as they stepped out of the vehicle. Leo took one look at the front gates and went entirely pale. The most powerful woman in the underworld was waiting for them to return and she looked extremely annoyed.


  • jumbleknuts 2w

    Alive And Well

    Jordan was three when 'it' happened. He would never forget it. He was left with so much responsibility and had no idea how to handle it all.

    More chapters coming soon

  • thahiradewan 3w

    Let me
    since you

    I'm going to
    not only
    but also
    the traits
    that will
    show you,
    your inner

  • biwalute 3w

    Her name was honey.
    How could I forget?


  • biwalute 3w

    To Have Her

    To have her is to
    Let her lay her sleepy head
    On your thighs,
    Let her put your hands
    On her warm hips,
    Let her braid your hair,
    Let her put whipped cream
    On the tip of your nose while baking,
    Let her take the whole blanket a night,
    Let her love you.
    And you:
    Love her and do not hold back.


  • jakethegay 3w

    The people of today

    They stood there, whispering,
    They concoct a potion of potent words.
    They use them on anyone that does anything different or out of the ordinary.
    The only thing we had against them, is hope that the people of tomorrow will be different.

    Here we stand, making our voices heard.
    Voices of hope and resilience.
    We will be heard and we will be understood!
    The people of tomorrow should be different.
    One question...does tomorrow ever come?


  • nehaali_97 3w

    For not the first and unfortunately definitely not the last time, I repeat:

    Feminism is not for destroying men. It is for empowering women, and giving them equal space.

    The LGBTQ+ movements are not "weird" and "not normal". They are valid forms of gender and sexuality orientation that give space to previously non-represented human beings who were outcast because they didn't fit already idiotic stereotypes of what a 'man' or 'woman' should be like, what private parts they should have and who they should love.

    Caste and race based discrimination exists and we are not dividing society when we call it out. Society is already divided; we are just trying to set it right.

    If you "don't approve of such 'division"', don't claim to be speaking for equality, because what you're really advocating for, is to let existing inequalities dictate society.

  • jay222 3w


    Even under the dim, iritating, fluorescent lights,
    SMOOTH as a stone, smashed about by waves for centuries,
    To wash ashore on a sandy surface,
    Awaiting a rough, worked-about hand
    to gently pick it up,
    SOFT like a newly bought blanket.

    I imagine you to be so smooth and soft,
    For you shine so bright.

    But this rough, scratchy, dull boy looking at you,
    Will never fall into your arms,
    For our opposites do not attract,
    They repel further than any other.