ILikeChocolateMilk• Show poetry

With life comes death.

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Im Still Here

I am a question to the world
Not an anwer to be heard or a moment thats held in your arms
What do you think you'd ever say
I wont listen anyway
You dont know me
And i'll never be what you want
Made of pain
And what do u think you'll understand
You can take me and throw me away
How can you learn whats never shown
Yeah you satnd there on your own
They dont know me
Cuz im not here
I wanna moment to be real
Wanna touch things I dont feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong
How can a world want me to change
Their the ones that stay the same
They dont know me
But im still here
And you see the things they never see
all you wanted i could be
Now you dont know me
And im not afraid
And i wanna tell you who i am
They cant break me
As long as I know who I am
They cant tell me who to be
Cuz im not what they see
The world is still sleeping
While I keep dreaming for me
And their words are just whispers and lies that i'll never belive
I wanna moment to be real
Wanna touch things I dont feel
Wanna hold on and feel i belong
How can you say i never change
Your the one who stays the same
Im the one now
Cuz im still here

*I dont know who sings this, but i heard it on 'Treasure Planet'*

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My AP family:

mom (in real life also)- fairymoon

sister - Lost with Faith

Sister - total20clutz

brother - scorpionthepoet

TWIN - Ghost Reble Wich
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I am the girl kicked out of her house 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'nt 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 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 geting 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 a support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who9 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, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

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

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She chose to walk alone.
Though others wondered why.
Refused to look before her,
Kept eyes cast upwards,
Towards the sky.

She didn't have companions.
No need for earthly things.
Only wanted freedom,
From what she felt were puppet strings.

She longed to be a bird.
That she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass
For planted they would stay.

She longed to be a flame.
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one Autumn day
To find that she was gone.

The trees, they say, stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it
Said the story played out well.

She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held...

And then she was gone.

*My fav poem of all time. when I heard it on the show As Told By Ginger, It made me want to write poetry.*


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