LGBTQ

Crossroads

 

There was no shot glass for my vodka when
I made it to the crossroads only to find it crowded.
Weathered anxieties stitched between my eyebrows
and it felt only right to hang them out to dry with today’s laundry;

the sun bleaching them as strongly as it reddens your skin.
My love, 
you have no clue how hard it was not to touch you. 

So I lean against the only bare wall in the room
with my fingers twitching to hold something,

but all the packs of cigarettes were empty 
and there was no castle of beer cans in the hall. 
If I raised my head I can see your

thin figure standing over the stove top
begging

water to boil as the T.V. screen screamed like our parents did: 
You will burn in Hell for your sins! 


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The Amazing Hamilton

 

The Amazing Hamilton

 

A beautiful girl, named Hamilton B.

 

She went to the store, B. Hamilton shook.

 

Shock and awe, Hamilton could not believe it.

 

It was another, beautiful female.

 

Her name was Yuriah. They saw each other.

 

“Hello!”, said Hamilton. Much to her shock.

 

“Oh, hey!”, replied Yuriah blushing soft.

 

Two females star struck by their lovely gaze.

 

As Yuriah blush and Hamilton awe,

 

Their lips come together in strange appeal.

 

They sing and they dance all through the midnight

 

They laugh and they cry running side by side.

 

It comes to the end, the fade of their day.

 

“Yuriah, oh Yuriah, won’t you stay?”

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I co-wrote this sonnet with a buddy of mine upon the request a young highschool girl. We thought, "Why not?" as we had nothing better to do anyway. 30 minutes late, this short was written.

I hope all readers enjoyed this and maybe chuckled a little.

Have a good one! :)