Coming Out Call-Out

A solemn young man stands near an open wooden door in a gothic hallway, lit by a faint glow behind him

Ever wonder why we have to “come out” while straight folks get to just exist?

Comin’ out, declarin’ I’m a faggot;
Beggin’ for abuse from ev’ry bigot.
When did we hear a hetero proclaim?
Don’t be telling me it ain’t the same.
Seriously, must we still talk like this?
Does progress only apply to feminists?

Comin’ out, comin’ out, I’m comin’ out,
Just to help those who had a bit of doubt.
How old when you went homosexual?
Probably when I became menstrual.
Is the equality talk just bogus?
Does the 21st century not apply to us?

Comin’ out, comin’ out, I’m comin’ out,
Just to be fair game for ev’ry damn lout.
What it feel like to take it up the ass?
Get off the fence and feel the greener grass.
Do you think I am just unfortunate?
How long before you call me effeminate?

Comin’ out, comin’ out, I’m comin’ out,
Just to excuse those who give me a clout.
Let’s see the same requirements of het’rosexuals;
Don’t be telling me it ain’t essential.

—H, tired of asking permission to be

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A kneeling figure clutches their throat beside a stone cradle and broken chains in a moonlit ruin

Suffocated at Birth

A piercing free verse poem about surviving the suffocation of heterosexist expectation. Raised as an abomination, silenced by force, this voice now breaks the air with truth and fury.

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A hooded executioner stands over a kneeling prisoner, guided by a priest, as a raven circles above a castle crowd

They Came for Me

A gothic prose poem whispered from the block. As a condemned soul walks toward his final moment, time slows, beauty sharpens and memory bleeds through silence. He does not beg — he remembers.

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Bare-chested man bound in chains, silenced and shadowed by a dark demonic figure

You Took Away My Voice

A fierce, defiant protest against forced silence and psychological abuse, this poem exposes the cruelty of control, the violence of censorship, and the quiet war waged against a soul struggling to speak.

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A solitary man stands in shadow beside a cold window and dying fire, while a blurred dancefloor glows behind him like a distant memory.

Sparkling Emerald Eyes

A tender sonnet of longing, intimacy, and deep loss. Through sensual recollections of winter nights and moonlit passion, one man mourns the love he can never hold again.

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A pale, androgynous figure with hollow eyes stands in a dark, gothic forest while a shadowy snake coils behind them. In the distance, a masked silhouette emerges from the mist, evoking themes of betrayal and haunting identity. The image is painted in muted tones of black, gray, and brown.

Heterovert

You wore my mask and whispered my pain as yours. But I knew. Even behind your smile, I smelled the rot of erasure. Your queer was my gag—But I sang anyway. I flew anyway. I remained whole.

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