Beating Heart Baby• Show poetry

Its great to believe that my words can change a persons outlook on the very soul of life
and why they exsist for a certain purpose other than hating me........
the times and effects are not important...
i live for kisses an cuddles from him...
and the way the light hits his face in the morning and his smile tells
me all i need to know because i love him.......


WAIT FOR THE BOY WHO CALLS YOU BEAUTIFUL iNSTEAD OF HOT,
WHO STILL KiSSES YOU WHEN YOU'RE ILL, WHO CALLS YOU BACK
AFTER YOU HANG UP ON HIM. WAiT FOR THE BOY WHO TELLS YOU
HE LOVES YOU AND MEANS IT, WHO WILL STAY AWAKE JUST TO
WATCH YOU SLEEP, WHO CALLS YOU RiGHT AFTER HE WALKS YOU
HOME JUST TO SAY HE ALREADY MISSES YOU. WAIT FOR THE BOY
WHO KISSES YOUR FOREHEAD, THE ONE WHO WILL DO ANYTHING TO
BE WiTH YOU AND NEVER GiVE YOU UP, WHO WANTS TO SHOW YOU
OFF TO THE WORLD EVEN WHEN YOU LOOK YOUR WORST, WHO HOLDS
YOUR HAND INFRONT OF HiS FRIENDS, WHO FORGIVES YOU NO MATTER
WHAT YOU DID WRONG. THE KIND OF BOY THAT TELLS YOU HE LOVES
YOU EVEN WHEN YOU'RE IN THE WORST MOOD EVER, WHO THiNKS YOO'RE
JUST AS PRETTY WiTHOUT MAKE-UP. THE ONE WHO IS CONSTANTLY
REMINDING YOU OF HOW MUCH HE CARES AND HOW LUCKY HE IS TO
HAVE YOU. THE BOY WHO'S NOT ONLY YOUR BOYFRIEND,
BUT YOUR BEST FRiEND...

[ Im the biggest loser EVER ]
[ Now let's not get selfish ]
[ Did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus? ]
[ Ok so i have a johnny rotten gap goin on ]
[ && i dont need it to be pointed out ]
[ so before you feel the need...FUCK OFF! ]
[ Billy Connolly makes me smile big time ]
[ I have a job now people yay! ]
[ I Love Most Haunted, it rocks my socks ]
[ And i love talking about it ]
[ I love reading letters ]
[ So all you who know me have my address ]
[Or if i love you lots (cat&emma) WRITE TO ME! ]
[ I look at you and know ]
[ The world was beautifull ]
[ And kissin in the rain..Hell rain is awesome!]
[ I dont know where i would be ]
[ without you...... ]
[ LEGEND OF MIR IS FREEKING AWESOME!!!!!!!! <3<3<3 ]


HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother
that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire
a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the
painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not
let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken
away from the two fathers who are the only loving family
I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that
left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will
probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks
before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found
out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if
I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children
I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit
mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support
system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found
out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system
to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because
I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted
to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped
treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could
be a much better person if I didnt have to always
deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because
I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

*Repost this in your journal if you believe homophobia is wrong.*