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  • lxstfxrever 2d

    Blue eyes

    Have you ever realised?
    that your blue eyes cause me fear,
    distress, sadness but,
    weirdly happiness.

    this what we call love,
    but are we too young?
    or am I just too broken?
    because those feelings are wrote in those blue eyes.

    can I say I love you?
    when glass is better than me.
    would you say it back?
    when books are better than you.

    I love you,
    but how can I when pianos are better?
    I love
    but how can you when gender means more than feelings?

    love is broken.

  • mtsteel 2d

    My light

    My light might be pure but it’s not white it’s a full out rainbow

  • jay222 1w

    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.


  • jumbleknuts 1w

    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 1w

    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

  • jakethegay 2w

    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?


  • skusku 3w

    If a boner could talk

    If a boner could talk, he would say
    FUCK! What is it this time? Asian porn? No, yo what is this? I don't do this. HAY DUDE, No I don't do this thing, other guys don't. Fuck man how are you going to explain this one? Sometimes you like looking at boys? You can't tell people man. Oh shit, did the teacher just ask if we can wright on the bord? No don't get up, if you get up all shit will brake lose.

  • jay222 3w

    Why am I me?

    Sometimes I wonder,
    Why am I me,
    Why do I have to be me,

    Did the egg in which I was derived
    Fall and smack its head on each ugly brick
    On its way down the fallopian tube?

    Did it crack and make my head unhabitable?

    Did it stare at its reflection too long,
    And realize its true value,
    Or lack there of?

    Why do I not know myself?

    Why can I not think?

    Did my chromosomes split in such a way
    As to break me?
    Break my spirit
    Break my mind

    Why do I have to be me?
    Why aren't there reset buttons,
    Or undo buttons in life,
    Wouldn't it be nice?...


  • jay222 3w

    Now, not in the past

    He liked himself;
    He loved himself;
    He loved many;
    He loved his friends.
    He loved him.
    And now,
    He hates himself;
    He hates his friends;
    He even hates him;
    The one who brightened his day
    But now,
    The one who tears him to tears everytime he sees him,
    Makes him feel awful for being gay,
    Now makes him regret himself everyday.


  • shaye100 3w

    Its me

    Put down and called names

    While they spit in my face

    My mind going blank

    Close my eyes

    And try not to feel the pain

    I never knew

    What being gay could bring

    By: Shaye Havens

  • jay222 3w

    My annual week anniversary

    Marks a day,
    Unlike any other.

    Today marks the beginning of a week of heartfelt regret.

    Today marks the day in which my life changed forever.

    Two years ago, to the day,
    I first told someone I was gay.

    It was my friend whom had told me just the day before that she too, was gay.
    And this strengthened our bond,
    But it fell apart a year later,
    And I was left with the pieces stuck in my body.

    Over the course of the week after this day,
    February 20th,
    I came out to three other friends,
    And my mother.

    Last years anniversary week was forgotten,
    Butbthis years was not,
    This years week is full of regret,
    I regret telling these five
    Who then passed it on to at least 5 others,
    Who could have passed it to others.

    I regret everything,
    I wish I had never done it,
    And it is one of the origins of my self-hate.

    Happy anniversary Jay,
    Prepare for a depressing week.


  • okami_rae 3w

    I chose to always write something on here when I'm deadbeat tired and unwilling to revise. So I apologize for the mistakes I've missed.#lgbt #gay #tired #boy #love #comingout #beauty

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    Worth It.

    "What do you want?" He ask, the only light illuminating his face is the small slits of the bleachers above us. His dark brown eyes keen with confidence. Those eyes have wavered around me once, maybe twice when I had my back turned. The quarterback of the team must keep his vunerability hidden. Hide that he loves and feels and is possibly not chasing after the cheerleaders with cute tits and fancy hair, but the nerdy boy with a scrawny build that is made up for with his intelligent brain and accepting heart. He must hide this. Hide me. "I don't know what I want." He frowns at me, knowing I'm lying. "You know you want me." He says with surness, but also a softness added to his tone that makes my eyes almost water. "I don't know if its worth it." His face pales, dread coming over his beautiful features. I jolt, almost hitting my head on the stands we're crouching under as the coach whistles, calling for the quarterback I fell in love with. I shake my head and go to turn around. "You have to go." I am stopped by a strong hand on my shoulder. He pulls me back, slaming my body into his as he holds me for dear life. I feel empty as his plate replaces the warmth of his body. After a second passes, he pulls my face up and gives me a fierce kiss. "I might be an asshole, and a Douchebag of a lover." He runs his hands through my unrully hair...His voice wavering in fear and possibly...Heartbreak? "But you're worth it-We're worth it...Please-" The whistle blows again, making my heart race as I hear the other teamates call out for him. With panic in his eyes, he gently lets me go. "I love you, never forget that." He then scrambles away, dusting himself off and stealing a glance at me before he runs out into the clearing. I turn to watch him through the small opening of the bleachers. Instead of a fake smile, he has a serious look on his face. As the others cheer and greet him-He lifts his hand up and begins taking off his Jersey and padding. Silence goes through the field as he shouts the dark words which have plagued him sense he was born. "I'm gay." Then sprints off to the men's locker room. Everyone watches after him with wide eyes and gapping mouths. I do the same... He just ended everything for me. I don't know whether to feel dread, or happiness. But I realize two things. One, I'm an asshole...Two, it is certainly...Undeniably worth it.

  • stormsiren711 4w

    KamiKńĀdo(Godcard) Element Types




    Inspired by anime and LitRPG, this serial series will follow a teenage boy who gets sucked into a violent monster fighting mobile game where magick is commonplace and dangerous creatures can be captured for use in a battle called KamiKńĀdo; a turn based card game that gives the best challengers the opportunity to face off against the gods for a chance to become a deity themselves.
    * * *
    Generations ago, the Gods created the game. Little did they know it would backfire on them. Allowing humans to champion their place in the heavens has done nothing more than unleashed the ultimate source of chaos. The heavens have been claimed by mankind and the Gods have gone missing. Join the game, learn the strategies, and battle your way to saving the cosmos.
    * * *
    Join Ryo and Antioch. One of them is a teenage earthling trapped in a dangerous world outside of his element. The other a godspawn seeking vengeance on a father who not only abandoned him but the entire world. Grab your deck, capture some monsters, and fight your way to a brave new world.
    Not actually a LitPRG it's simply inspired by the idea.

    Stay tuned! Mirroring the style of a television show a new episode taking approximately a half-hour to read will release each week until the season ends. Every episode will contain either a complete story that adds to overall seasonal plot or will be continued in a multi-episode arch that will be tied up by the end of the season.

    Season One, Episode One launches the series on Wattpad @StormSiren711 Sunday, February 25th at 8pm CST

  • stormsiren711 4w

    Stay tuned! Mirroring the style of a television show a new episode taking approximately a half-hour to read will release each week until the season ends. Every episode will contain either a complete story that adds to overall seasonal plot or will be continued in a multi-episode arch that will be tied up by the end of the season.

    Season One, Episode One launches the series on Wattpad @Stormsiren711 Sunday, February 25th at 8pm CST

    #fiction #fantasy #scifi #litrpg #anime #lgbt #gay #gayromance #teen #ya #youngadult #follow4follow #followforfollow #writersnetwork

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    KamiKńĀdo Teaser 2

  • stormsiren711 4w

    KamiKńĀdo Teaser

    Season One, Teaser One

    Winter by the sea. The air was just cold enough to wake a sleeping soul but nowhere near freezing. Ryo stood on the second floor balcony of his family's makeshift cottage. Night was still a few hours away but frost was already forming on rusted railing and Ryo felt alive. He always felt the calmest watching pelicans diving for fish and today they were out in droves, frantic over the choppy water in a last ditch attempt to score a meal before nightfall.

    A meal. It was past dinner time and by the way Nana was acting today Ryo was sure she wasn't in the right spirit to cook. Some days her dementia was worse than others and the medication didn't always help.

    Ryo never lost faith that somehow, someway Nana was going to have a day where she woke up like her old self and stayed that way. It was a nice thought but it didn't bring back her super secret chili sauce, or her ability to have a conversation that stayed on the same subject for more than five minutes. Nana suffered from a sad disease and Ryo was probably a little too optimistic but the sweet woman was the only person he had left in the world.

    Without sulking, Ryo resigned himself to attempting a recreation of Nana's famous chocolate cake with gumdrops in the frosting. It wasn't exactly like hers because Nana couldn't remember the secret ingredient when Ryo asked but he knew it was pretty damn close. Besides, Nana always said that sometimes cake was the best dinner.

    Instead of walking into the cottage and grabbing the ingredients for a cake, Ryo was surprised to burst through the door and into the mouthwatering smell of a fresh cut of bacon frying. Wait, who was cooking bacon?

    Ryo slammed the door shut behind him and ran toward the kitchen. Halfway down the stairs and Ryo started having visions of Nana burning the house down but damn that bacon smelled good.

    Astonished, Ryo greeted his Grandmother in the kitchen. His jaw nearly scratched the floor as Ryo recognized the unannounced guest Nana was cooking for. It was the antlered boy; Mister scary-sexy himself.

    Ryo had a hard time catching his breath. His heart was a tunnel of tension beneath his shirt. Did this demon of a man realize he made a mistake in letting Ryo go and came to kill him after all? "What the hell is happening?"

    "Ryovani," Nana was beaming as she pulled the last of the bacon from the pan. There was a light in her eyes that Ryo hadn't seen in months. "We have company."

    Ryo stood at the edge of the stairs looking back and forth from a smiley old lady in a oversized purple frock to a shirtless guy seated at the dinner table with a bow over his shoulder and an impressive set of antlers resting in shaggy curls. It was all a little overwhelming.

    "I cant breath," Ryo grabbed for his chest as Nana rushed to his side. She was too small and frail to catch him.

    Pain ravaged the side of his skull as Ryo landed headfirst on marble tile. Antlers slid his chair back in a hurry to either aide Ryo or finish him off. If it was the latter, it was too late.

    Ryo could already see blood leaking out from his hair and into his eye before ultimately trailing across the marble.

    While his vision grew blurry, Ryo watched as Nana and the antlered man simply stood over him. Ryo wanted to scream at them for not helping but his words refused to propagate.

    Death was coming, Ryo could feel it in the lightness of his body and through the failing of senses.

    The last images he saw came like a series of snapshots. Nana was praying. No, she didn't have her head bowed, she just had her hands together before her chest, until she didn't. Then, in the fracture of space between her palms grew a light.
    White, like the blinding foray into the afterlife, gleamed as Nana spread her hands further apart.

    In the center of her wrinkled hands, in the brightest point of light appeared not a door to death but a square. A card.

    The light faded but the blank card, like aged parchment levitated between her fingers. With a lift of her eyebrow the little card fluttered and raised in the air before diving down, landing between Nana's fingers.

    "Don't be scared my babe," a tear fell down from Nana's sea glass eyes and everything faded away.

    Stay tuned! Mirroring the style of a television show a new episode taking approximately a half-hour to read will release each week until the season ends. Every episode will contain either a complete story that adds to overall seasonal plot or will be continued in a multi-episode arch that will be tied up by the end of the season.

    Season One, Episode One launches the series on Wattpad @Stormsiren711 Sunday, February 25th at 8pm CST

  • jay222 4w

    Quote from Erin McCarley "I won't let you down".

    #sad #depression #lgbt #gay #school

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    So cold and lonely

    I hate how you walk passed,
    Eyes straight,
    Blank stare ahead.

    You don't glance into to my eyes anymore,
    You make me stare at the ground,
    You force me to look away.

    "You make the days feel so cold and so lonely"


  • subrata_das 4w

    A distance was created artificially, I knew,
    In my hardest time.
    But he never told me what was my crime.

    Not a single time he visited me,neither call nor he replied
    Isn't it so mean,
    Such a dishonest person never have i seen.

    "Best friend, never we hide anything from each other " he used to say.
    Well, things started changing when i told him "I am a GAY".

  • jay222 5w


    You're so unhealthy, deadly, cruel,
    You tell such lies,
    Such controversial, paradoxical, equivocal lies,
    You hypocrite.

    You make me feel so good,
    Yet disgusting.


  • jay222 2w


    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.


  • beautiful_deathx 5w

    she kissed a girl
    in the alleys of night
    hidden in the shadows
    love out of sight

    subtle winks
    quick are the pecks
    awaiting the dawn
    the embrace of the acceptance.