“Huge crowd gathers to watch ISIS throw gay man off building”

Preface: There are so many awful stories in the news, and to try to comprehend, to fathom what I see and hear, to humanize the murders, the tortures, the hatred, I am beginning a series where I put myself in the story and try to imagine what the person was going through. The result of that is here. This is not supposed to be what this man felt, but rather a rendition of what I would feel were I in the same situation.

It was just a kiss.
A heart-racing, eye-widening, soul-splitting kiss, but just a kiss all the same.
I should have known better.
I don’t know how they found out.
Nothing is safe.
Here I am, the consequence of one moment of weakness.
A message of hatred.
God, why?
The rope burns on my wrist and the heat scalding my skin are no match for my mind.
They are leading me to my death.
I am a good man. I give, I help, I love.
I love.
They wish to destroy me.
They will destroy me.
I think I’m on the roof now.
They’re talking all around me, but I can’t make out the words.
I am going to die for my love.
I do not want this, it is no heroic gesture – no one will stop them.
A sharp command, they grab my arm.
I am on the edge.
They share their message.
I’m overcome with the urge to jump right there, to shatter their vision of how this should go, but the self-preservation wins out, I hold onto life for just a bit more.
I know it is coming before I feel it.
My body is flailing through the air.
I am reminded of the steep drop of my favorite roller coaster.
His face flashes before my eyes,
disappearing in flames upon impact.
No one will ever know my fear, my pain, my promise.
No one will ever know me.

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“Huge crowd gathers to watch ISIS throw gay man off building”

Selling love poems

So I’m trying to earn a little extra money, and I found this site, Fiverr, where you can do things and sell them for $5.

So, I’m writing personalized love poems for people to give as gifts. It should be interesting to see how many people buy – I’ve already had one sale, and it was a lot of fun!

If you’re looking for a love poem to send to a loved one, go and check it out. (:

https://www.fiverr.com/kapperson/write-a-love-poem-for-you?gig_id=10714392&use_personalized_metadata=true&utm_campaign=base_gig_create_share&utm_content=&utm_medium=shared&utm_source=facebook&utm_term=&view=gig

Selling love poems

Gasp.

Stomach heaving, contorting the body in wicked memory
Jumping forward, trying to lunge from my being the pain it is feeling
They say we have yet to master time travel, but they couldn’t be more wrong
Step into my mind and access the portal to all of the yesterdays, still trying to get away
I want to make a stand, to run far from your hand, to escape the clutch of–no, no more
My feet stick to the wet cement of a tormented mind and I, I cry
I can’t control the ragged breaths that escape my lungs
I’ve lost sight of present and future as the past overtakes time
Suspended in non-existence, dangling from the web of before
Holding my insides in as I’m g-g-gasping on the floor.

Gasp.