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Diary Entry

I saw him again today, or yesterday;
skin smooth, perfect, a smile so bright,
enough to make my sweat and sway,
making me feel that I am finally right.

Why does he change me like this?
twisting and turning my insecure soul,
and yet saving me from the abyss?
could this…man, ever make me whole?

What am I writing? The words flow,
and my heart races, my chest aches;
why am I gay, does anyone know?
Is this just another one of my mistakes?

Dear Diary, today I lost my heart
to yet another man, and failed to change.
How ironic, I was supposed to be smart!
Why do I have to be so strange?

Dear Diary, I end this night’s write
with tears, and annoyance, and hurt;
he makes me feel such delight,
so how can I be such a pervert?

Matt H.

PS: Diary, I think I am gay,
or so I think, after today.

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  • JustAnotherIdoit
    December 17, 2007
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    thats so sad. thats kind of something what my diary looks like. great write.

  • lovedxinxsighs
    September 13, 2007

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    thats kinda sad, and kind of reassuring. many a entry in my own journal reflect the feelings of this poem. beautiful!


  • Emo Cowboy14
    May 13, 2007
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    omg. it is soooo what i feel like. but every one knows im gay.

  • Obsidian Blade
    January 8, 2007
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    I really like this.

    It's honest, truthful, heartbreaking.



    Good write~

    ~ Dian


  • Methodic Breakdown
    December 21, 2006

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    Very well done! I like how well this fits in with the ideas I'm trying to express in my play. Thank you very much for entering, and good luck!
    ~Robby~
  • Alpha Bet
    December 21, 2006

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    I remember this stage of my life, when I struggled with the fact that I didn't just think he (generic) was cool, but cool meant that I had a crush on him. The thoughts running through you mind as if to say am I really gay? Is this just a phase? Do I like girls too?

    Reading this piece really made me reflect on my own growth through the development of my sexuality. I can say that it really hit me hard with the notes questioning, and thinking is this wrong? but in the end coming to the realization that I am gay, and that's all I can be.

    The write is a bit nostalic for me, and thus I have enjoyed it very much.

    -Alpha Bet


  • December 20, 2006
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    Good

    you could add more but overwel yah cool
  • Openman
    December 12, 2006

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    BEAUTIFUL POEM!!

    ...oh, the anguish of desperately desiring the forbidden -- the anticipation, the gradual justification and, finally, the realization and consumation...!!

  • ian sawicki
    December 12, 2006

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    this is a good piece of poetry i find which you have written here with some style, it holds a nice gentle rhythm to the poem and the flow is very nice indeed. i thank you very much indeed for sharing your poetic talent. i enjoyed reading it. i wish that you have good luck in the contest you have entered. spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...

  • ShInE45DoWn
    December 11, 2006

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    love.

    Wow, this really moved me. It's really hard to be yourself these days, with everything having to be 'just so.' The poem flows well, and gives a glimpse into whats going on inside your head. I like. =)
    shinE*

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  • Dalaney gold member
    December 11, 2006

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    A very honest and true
    voice you have with
    this piece of work, Poet.
    I will keep my fingers
    crossed for you in the
    contest.
    Love, Lane

  • Iohagh
    December 11, 2006

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    Its OK

    Darling

    So your blind heart
    shall exceed itself trust
    seeks delight in art
    for your whirlwind lust.

    I have resisted temptation
    left bereft awaiting, undone
    such a delicius sensation
    my sacrifice without fun.

    Were we to exchange
    I'd still say go
    repressions, desires and strange
    within heart you know.

    Smoosh

    Janet

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  • fromzerotonothing
    December 11, 2006
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    awesome

    aww this is super sweet... and i love the fact that it rhymes but doesnt seem forced at all....

  • December 11, 2006

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    Awesome poem




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