visual & performing artist.
original art attached to written pieces.
Love: How does one define it? Is it a feeling, Or a way of life? Does it exist in a single moment, Or in a whole lifetime?
By Skylar Rella6 years ago in Poets
Is it a kiss That confirms that giddy feeling On both sides, From both people? Or Is it a kiss That simply tests the waters,
It all started with a kiss. I remember standing so close to you, My heart racing as our lips met. It was simple, It was romantic,
When did people decide that “bisexual” was just another way to say: “Whore,” “Slut,” “Just wants attention,” “Just wants to fuck everyone,”
I look at myself in the mirror, Unsatisfied with the image I see staring back at me. I fix my shirt, run my fingers through my hair,
I locked myself in a bathroom two days ago. It was a single-stall bathroom on a college campus With my friends having fun and laughing in the next room.
I don’t want to live in fear But I’m terrified, For my own life, The lives of my queer, trans, and non-binary community.
Blood-stained hearts Abandoned in pitch-black rooms Devoid of any ceiling Exposed to the dim light of the Majestic moon marrying the night stars
Don’t you dare pretend to be upset, Try to offer support to the queer community, Just because of the mass shooting of queer POC in Orlando.
Maybe the girl who used to stare at me with a smile on her face, Isn’t the girl who fails to even look at me for more than five seconds.
But the truth Continues to change Day by day, Each and every time I reflect on my identity. From sophomore year to now, I’ve
Dear cis people: What's that you say? You're not comfortable using they/them pronouns For other people? Oh, I'm sorry—