I will be doing a feature for each month re-capping some beautiful artwork of all categories. This will take the place of regular features. This is going to be my first monthly feature for June! Please fav these wonderful artworks and the journal!
Dad, Daddy, what does faggot mean?"Dad, Daddy, what does 'faggot' mean?"
It was an innocent question. I didn't mean to make you cry. I still remember how you reacted, even though it was years ago; Seb, you covered your mouth for a moment, then hugged me tight and said "Oh, baby girl. You'll understand when you're older." Chris, you wiped away tears and excused yourself from the room.
I was so confused then; what had made my fathers cry? Nothing made my Dads cry. You laughed and joked around and sometimes got angry, but never cried. I was attached to you by then; you weren't the strangers who'd taken me in. You were Mom and Dad. I just wanted to know what the word I'd heard
Not mineHe's perfect
He's a good hugger
He's a listener
He's her boyfriend
She's one of my best friends
He may be perfect
He's not mine
KissKnees bend, hands shake,
Lips part, hearts break,
Blood pumps, thoughts fly,
Bodies melt, worries die,
Heads swim, fingers touch,
Tongues rub, clothes bunch.
Testosterone and estrogen,
We fit like a glove, so...
Kiss me again, love?
Poetry,She is stardust leaving sweet bones
in her wake. A trail of poetic destruction
conceived in verse--answering questions
with kisses. There is a hunger in her
freckled constellations, like spider webs
woven together with golden thread.
Like the wild roses she braids in her hair:
She walks backboned and head held high;
the strongest of letters on a page
left to rest in your mouth.
I'm very sorry if this does not look that visually attractive but it was sooo hard to find pictures with the same resolutions for the huge thumbnails.