I wrote this poem quite some time ago to confess my zoophilia to a high school English teacher. Nothing explicit, just a confession. I had to get it out, and afterwards, my friends told me it was pretty good and thought I should get it published.

Never quite got that far, but I looked at it recently and thought you guys would wanna take a look.

Not sure if it belongs in this section, but I'm sure a mod will move it if it doesn't...


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There are a number of things I could not tell,
Surfing around my mental Hell,
Some about as solid as jell,
Lies that would be a tough pitch to sell.

I could not tell that I’m an astronaut,
Because I have never dwelled in space
And I could not fake being a space fairer,
The lie too easy to trace.

I could not tell that I like coffee,
Because I do not like coffee
And it would be silly to lie about coffee,
So I don’t tell people I like coffee.

I could not tell these trivial things,
Because they are lies for my own amusement,
Intangible Jell-O’s that are spouted off
To strike others into confusement.

But there are other things I cannot tell,
Because I fear for the worst.
Some things I tell the very few,
Or else my psyche will burst.

I could not tell you that I fear my own sanity,
But perhaps I am not insane if I sense it.
Or maybe I’m just too struck with vanity,
To consider my mind healthy.

I also will not tell you,
Of my all time greatest sin,
A sinister force so wrought from flesh
I would not know where to begin.

Doctors could tell me mentally ill,
Commoners could tell me pervert,
But I guess the thought has crossed my mind,
What could you tell me?

Could you tell me, like my closest friends?
That it’s fine and I will accept you?
Or could you tell me like the paradigm man,
That I can try to fix you?


Could you tell me that the paradigm needed a shift,
And I should embrace my wild love?
Or could you tell me that I’m bound to your way,
In alliance with laws below and above?

I could tell you what this ailment is,
The Illness
The Perversion
The Acceptance,
But could I tell it without fear?

Although I could not tell you my dastardly ill,
I could tell you that t’was it I tried to kill.
A societal role I tried to alchemically fill,
But inability to change left me fearfully chill.

I could not tell you why I could not tell,
Because it would give too much away,
Even once you realized that your first thought,
Was incorrect anyway.

I could not tell you of my bestial passions,
Or what I’ve christened wild love.
I could not tell you what I long for,
Something that I dream of.

I could not, no, can not!
No, I will not!
There is nothing that you need to know,
And thus my urge to tell is fought!

Silence, mine shoulder angel!
Honesty must be averted!
But what about you, word instructor,
That makes me so introverted?

Past precedent of teachers long passed,
Leave me with an unearned bond.
As all my closest have been wordsmiths,
I’ve drawn to you to accept this chthonic one.

It is this destiny I have unconsciously enforced,
And leave myself with a choice,
Do I reveal what’s under my lavender cloak?
And if so, with word or voice?

I could not tell you this thing o’ so vile,
That would have me cast to the sinner pile,
I will not, can not, must not tell you,
That secretly, I am a zoophile.

wow.. breathtaking. Its a spectacular poem, written with allot of passion. And you have allot of balls to tell people that your a zoophile, although the form you've chosen to say it is wonderful. Good job with your poem, I wounder how you felt after you turned it in. Well, good job and best of luck in life,

~A!~

I really enjoyed reading this, and i mean really! thanks for sharing it! the ending is great :)

A nice poem. Thank you for posting it so we all could read it.

That was a very nice poem.Thank you for sharing.

I enjoyed reading that ..... thank you for sharing it :)

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Thanks for the feedback!

Thank you for sharing. :) poetry is a lost art this day and age. Nice to see people still able to write in prose and not just bad rap. :-p

A nice long poem, and I really like it. I understand the idea, but I'll never tell anyone IRL my greatest secret. Hidden is the best.

a well written piece indeed thankyou for sharing it but I think this wonderful poem should grace the story section

Copy the poem to a new thread in "stories" if you want, but keep this thread in Zoophilia. This is the real deal, the mind of a Zoophile in very articulate expression.
As I experienced this work of art, I thought the reference to "bestial passion/wild love" would be the most direct clue, as the narrative moved on into subjects of teachers and trust. So I was quite effective surprised by the "surprise ending."
Harlan thank you for sharing this inspired writing with us.

I'm glad you like it, and those are very generous words. Thank you.

A nice and interesting poem, with a surprise ending. I liked it ^_^

That was really incredible, do you mind if I print it out?

I don't mind, I guess, but I'm going to put "Harlan Phoenix" on the bottom so I'm credited (someday I hope it to be my actual pen name).