Musings of an Angry Gay Boy | Poetry and Other Writings

Subjugating myself to dilemmas unknown. Situations unwarranted by my internal reality, But somehow turning them into experiences,  That create a simple awareness. An ability that few have To see myself for who I am Without the lens of unnecessary judgement. But these glasses crack often, Requiring new frames and repair. New ideas that reshape expectations That let go of defamations,  and excommunicate shame. Reframing the way I view the world  sometimes is the best option.

  I still think about you sometimes Far before I accepted myself you came out. Yet you were the one who bullied me Dating the popular girls, calling me the fag.   I guess it takes one to know one.   You were my first crush, Why?   I guess I didn't know   how to not hate   the part of myself   that liked kissing you. \\ JT --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The fleeting presence of a songbird is something   I haven’t taken account of until recently They come close in full color and sound, and without being noticed -   gone Pay attention to the little birds,   Their song may be the melody   Your soul needs to hear. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I ponder meaning as if its something that ca...

Melodramatic memories fling around the room Swaying back and forth   a pendulum of unending thought. Dressed with nostalgia they dance. Showing me their poignant movements, the dips and spins of a life of sadness. From the corner I spy a memory fleeting A bright, golden frame, kindness in his eyes Beauty divine as the sun dancing amongst trees He beckons to me. To dance, to remember, to relish in his essence. Yet, I can’t seem to make my way across the room. Held back by the crowd of gloomy figures, Impeding my strenuous efforts to reach him “I must reach him, I need to fell his warmth the comfort of his embrace” My mind flutters in necessity Despite my tired efforts he remains Just out of my grasp ————————————————————————————— I think to myself “As long as I can see him,   That is enough” For now…

  Hey y’all! My name is Justin Rossberg at the time of writing this I am 27 years old and living in Long Beach, CA. I’m working as a Bartender at a brewery, this past summer I was a lifeguard at a waterpark, and now I’m trying to be a substitute teacher. I am an avid line dancer at Stud Country, the queer church of country line dancing, and I like to write poetry. I truly don’t have any idea what I want to do with this platform besides sharing my poetry. Over the last couple years, I’ve started to write more and more poetry. Despite all the things happening in my life (and its been a rough time as of late) I continue to find so much joy in communicating my experience in this form. I write about my experience as a gay man, my relationship to spirituality and how it relates to the fact that I was raised in a Christian household, the revelations I have in therapy, as well as the everyday mundane. My goal with writing is to find the beauty in life, to just develop a better sense of sel...