jasonwhitaker29171
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July 30, 2019
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#Alone, #emotions, #friends, #GayWriter, #Kiss, #Kissing, #LGBT, #LGBTWriter, #love, #lover, #past, #poem, #SC, #SouthCarolina, #West Columbia, #words, #writer, poetry, writing
Somewhere, once someday long ago,
we kissed and I remember
how much I wanted it to never end
but here I am alone
longing to be kissed again.
I cannot explain it,
these feelings within
like tiny explosions
in my heart.
Do I still love you
or have I ever loved you
from the start?
Maybe I’ll never know
because it ended before
it had time to truly begin…
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jasonwhitaker29171
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June 27, 2019
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Uncategorized, writing
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#GayWriter, #LGBT, #LGBTWriter, #ShortStory, #SouthCarolina, #story, #West Columbia, #words, #writer, #YA, #YAfiction, Fiction
I stare into the sky as I wonder why things have come to this, alone on a bus heading to a stranger’s house, and I close my eyes to it all and I dream.
In my dreams I have a family. In my dreams I’m not an outsider.
I open my eyes to a harsh beam of sun that seems to be directed at my face. The bus is stopped. This is where I get off and begin my new life. It’s what was told to me as I was being prepared for a foster home for the first time.
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jasonwhitaker29171
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June 24, 2019
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I could trace your skin
And begin to see your everything.
Your lips part
And my heart
Starts to race.
I feel your skin,
Smooth against mine.
I can taste you
Pressed against my lips.
I could imagine you,
Your hips against mine.
I could imagine us together
For so long in bed.
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jasonwhitaker29171
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June 24, 2019
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Early morning
And I am here alone,
Considering all I’ve
Ever done.
These hours
Dreaming
Of something more,
Dreaming of
Not being alone.
Is there a boy
Somewhere,
Out there,
Dreaming the same dreams
As I’m dreaming right now?
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jasonwhitaker29171
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June 21, 2019
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It’s been so many years,
We were but now we’re not.
I think of then and who we were
But we’ll never be who we were then again.
Time has separated us
As we each went our own way.
Let us look back
To those times we shared:
I loved you more than you’ll ever know.
We kissed so often,
I still recall your kiss
And how it was
To feel you next to me.
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jasonwhitaker29171
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June 4, 2019
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writing, poetry, Uncategorized
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#Dreams, #gaypoem, #GayWriter, #images, #LGBT, #LGBTWriter, #poem, #SouthCarolina, #words, #writer, poetry
I close my eyes to the night,
dreams welcome me
like my only friend,
I close my eyes
to what’s real
for what’s in my head.
I could remain in my dreams,
forget the sorrow of the solitude,
but none of those memories are true
it’s only make believe.
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jasonwhitaker29171
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May 9, 2019
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I wake up to hope for a new day
dreams lingering as I sip my morning beverage.
Time moves so quickly I forget all I had planned.
I reach out but no reply.
I hear my doubts and I wonder why I even try.
The night has come again.
I’m alone and wondering if things are alright.
These destructive words in my head remain
from spoken words by vile lips to my ears.
Now I am so far from where I once was
wondering what to do next…
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jasonwhitaker29171
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January 4, 2019
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I see the lines upon the page, words spread out painting images in my head, read aloud or to myself I am transported to other places, and I find myself longing to be someone else….
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