MythOfHappiness

I slip away sometime after midnight No one notices, all too busy talking And laughing, and drinking And, judging by the smell coming from the balcony, Smoking some locals “medicine” I go down to the beach And sit in the soft, white sand And listen to the water And breathe The air tastes so strange here I close my eyes And begin to breathe with the waves Meditating next to an ocean Was always a personal dream of mine

You’re cute I guess A little tasteless maybe In your tan cargo shorts And holey lime green t-shirt But still cute Something about your face With just the hint of stubble on your chin And a weird accent Maybe Texas? We stand outside the door After work, for a little while You light a cigarette And offer it to me “Nah man, not me.” You roll your eyes “They’ve really got you on a tight leash don’t they?” I’d try to defend myself if it weren’t so true “You know what? I thi

It’s quiet today No one but me And the guy in the red shorts It’s probably for the best It might even make it easier I swim a lap And another And a third “Building my confidence” Or at least that’s what I would say After the last lap I stop, Swim to the middle of the pool, And float for a while on my back Looking up at the clouds Such a beautiful day to die I’m kidding, of course I’m not going to die Unless you can die Of being a big ‘ole puss (And if you could, I’d a

@AC Benus Two things - one you make some amazing points both here and in your zombie article, and two weremosquitoes is a great idea. It combines all the best parts of vampire novels and shifter novels. Imagine, a teen tortured with both the intense craving for human blood and the possibility of being squished at a moments notice, all while being angsty AF. I'd read it.

@PrivateTim The shifter genre, Aka the people turn into animals genre. Examples include werewolves, werebears, werecats, ect.

So. Not sure if this question has been asked before (Probably. Nothing new under the sun and all that.) but what's the deal with the gay shifter genre? I'm not really sure why this is a thing and for the life of me I can't seem to find any sort of explanation online. This is, of course, not to say there's anything wrong with the shifter genre - I've read some very engrossing (and sexy) shifter novels and have nothing against them. I'm just not really sure why it's such a big thing in the gay writing community. Is it the parallels between how werewolves/bears/badgers/ducks/etc are made and how the general (that is to say homophobic) public thinks gays are "made"? You know, you meet one then you get bitten by the gay bug or whatever, and the genre is sort of our way of highlighting the utter ridiculousness of this idea? Or is it just a weird thing that caught on at some point and now, for no particular reason, makes up roughly half of all gay ebooks on amazon? Is there an explanation, and if there isn't one do you all have any ideas or opinions on the matter? Thank you for your input on this truly vital topic and have a nice day. -MOH

Nervous My heart slams into my ribs Like so many birds Trapped in my chest Trying their damndest to escape It kinda hurts But then, It kinda feels good too Which I guess is just Like everything else There are so many people here Flowing in and out Like a river that can’t make up it’s mind Music (screams) floods out into the street Something fast and loud Two men walk out holding hands A couple makes out in the alley So open And obvious It’s strange here I stand st

*phone ringing* *ringing* *ringing* *click* “Hello?” “Hi. Sorry for calling out of the blue like this. It’s just, my brother showed me your note And I’ve seen you around And I was just wondering… Maybe you would want to go out sometime?”

I spent forever Trying to figure out how to respond To your note How do you even begin with something like that? I guess my best bet Will be to simply copy you You know what they say “Good artists copy, great artist steal” And I wouldn’t call myself a great artist I’ve never written a poem Or even contemplated doing so But you made it really easy To mimic your style How do you think I did? So onto more pressing matters You like me. “Alot” Or so you said And you were

Your hair It’s brown Of course it is, What a stupid way to start a poem But still. I could never get that hair off my mind Sitting behind you in math I just wanted to reach out and touch it Feel its softness Smell it I’m a creep I know Talking about how I want to smell your hair You probably think I’m some insane stalker weirdo That’s ok, If you think that. I kinda am. Sorry, you should probably just stop reading now Call the cops or something. I wouldn’t be mad

Thank you! Judas Tree was one of my favorites in my lurker days so that really means a lot to me coming from you.

Life is Strange for sure (probably one of the best choice based games out there) and if you're in a walking simulator kinda mood Gone Home is amazing, as is the significantly lighter Firewatch. These are all on Steam and absolutely worthy of a look-see if you like story base games.

Hi. I'm "new" here also. I'm actually not that new as I have been lurking for literally four years. I've recently moved out of my parents house and can now happily visit sites with gay in the title without having to nervously delete my browser history afterward. Semi adulthood is freeing. I'm excited to finally get to join the GA world that I've been fishbowl watching for the last forever and actually post some of the piles of gay romance and angst poetry that I have all over the place. Not to mention just generally joining the wonderful community of this site.

So there's this guy. This guy lives in the house next to mine and sometimes I see him hanging out in his backyard, swimming in the pool, reading a book – normal stuff. But yesterday was different. Yesterday I was doing some homework at my desk and, searching for something (anything) to look at that wasn’t calculus, I glanced up through the window. He was out there, like usual, but that day it wasn't just him. There was another person, a guy I had never seen before and I don't know why but I st

Your standard boy meets boy (through a window)

Thank you.

Thanks! You just made my day.

Remember that trip? Two days in the woods Your mom made you come Said you needed more “strong male influence” And I suppose she was right Dad got the big tent Claiming seniority The only other option - A tiny thing, meant for one He laughed “Deal with it” Two bodies pressed tight together That tent never was quite big enough I lay on my side, because I have too You on yours, turned away We lay there, never speaking Hours pass The night gets darker And colder Our breath

A collection of various poems by me, MythOfHappiness... obviously.