Last Resort Reached• Show poetry

And at times it seems like it's spinning so fast out of your control and you just don't know what to grab ahold of.

But amidst all the chaos and the commotion and the confusion...

It's beautiful.

There are days when the sun shines and colours are bright and people smile at you for no good reason... and yes, those days often seem to be few and far between, but they happen.

Often it's up to you to look for the sun through the clouds, or to seek out that one person who meets your eye and grins just a little.

And often all it takes is just that little bit of light and love to make all the darkness disappear.

Often...that's all you need to make it all worth living.

Life happens.

It just does.

And THAT is all you need to know to get by.

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100 YEARS-Five For Fighting

I'm 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
I'm 22 for a moment
She feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
I'm 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind
I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy, Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star
15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
Half time goes by
Suddenly you’re wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on...
I'm 99 for a moment
Dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
15 there's still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 you’re on your way
Every day's a new day...
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live





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 didn¡¯t 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.




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She’s blonde...she must be stupid


He’s eating alone...he must be a bore


She wears black eye-liner...she must be goth


He’s good at Math...he must be a nerd


She isn’t dressed in the latest trends...she must be a loser


He’s listening to Marilyn Manson...he must be a Satanist


She has glasses...she must be a geek


He’s sensitive...he must be gay


She’s wearing old jeans...she must be poor


He doesn’t know ALL of his favorite band’s songs...he must be a poser


She likes Hawthorne Heights...she must be emo


He’s in a good mood...his life must be perfect



*If you are going to label yourself then by all means please do…but don’t stereotype others, there really is so much more to life.*

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ANYONE AGAINST ASININE LABLES WILL GET A LAUGH OUT OF THE FOLLOWING...




A "prep", a "goth" and an "emo kid" all jump off a building.
Who wins?












































































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