Our storyOur StoryOur story by ~mdorman
It was an art room to everyone else
To us it was the start of something we didn’t plan
The start of a story that would divulge not only personal truths
but what it means to be a friend
what it means to lose friends
How it feels to know that people think these feelings are wrong
How to be afraid of your own family
How it feels to know that people will say
“You’ll go to hell, you know.”
How to nod and smile to those people
How to accept that people can be hateful
And how to know that through everything
I’ll still be here for you and you will still be here for me
We will make up for the loss of love
We won’t let go of each other
Even if we’re burning-
Honey, we’re burning together
We’ll write love poems out of sulfur and brimstone
We will stand together despite
distance, family, former friends and time
We’ll be together because in the end that’s all we need
Our love isn’t an experiment
Our love’s valid
A memory A memoryA memory by ~mdorman
It’s been years since the woman passed away, and not a day goes by that the old man doesn’t look to his curio cabinet putting his hand on the glass and moves on only after murmuring words he wish he said more. Back when there was still time. The years pass, and everyday he stops, and puts his hand the glass. The old man knows soon he’s going to be riddled with dementia of alzheimers, leaving him a body, just a body.He stops and looks to the curio cabinet through blurry eyes, partly blocked by a cataract, he still can make out what he’s used to keep the memories alive. It begins to fade.
The old man is sent back to a memory in 1953. He sees himself on the dance floor but young, and everyone that is long gone in the present. He sits back on the white lawn chairs in the dimly lit ballroom and looks to his brother. His brother still had hair- this causes the old man to smirk. He knows t
Fall In Love Like A PansexualWhen falling in love like a pansexual becomes complicated.Fall In Love Like A Pansexual by ~iRaveVirus
When falling in love like a heterosexual is hard and shy.
When falling in like a homosexual is confusing.
When falling in love is just like falling in love any other way.
Basically, we all fall in love like a homo, like a pansexual, like a hetero, like anyone.
It's hard, complicated, hard, shy, and confusing.
Because when falling in love like a, well, whatever you are, is going to be the same.
You like someone. You get to know them. You befriend them. You fall in love with them.
So, what's the difference?
Are we not just different colored leaves on a tree in fall?
Still beautiful, but the bunch of us are different.
The greens, the reds, the yellows, the oranges, and the browns.
And maybe a green wants to be with a green? So?
Maybe a brown wants to be with a red? So?
Falling in love, and being in love, like a pansexual, is no different than being in love
like a hetero. It's just different.