I have an AP family. I don't know most of them, but I do know my mum is Aurora Onyx Raven. Check out her page.
I am writing a story primarily at the moment but I dabble in the poetry when my mind is stuck. It helps me reorganise and refocus because it gets a lot of ideas out of my head and allows room to think.
If you like anything you see, let me know. If there is anything I can improve, let me know. I am open to suggestions.
Thanks to all who comment on my stuff.
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"I Kissed a Girl" by Jill Sobule
Jenny came over and told me about Brad
He's such a hairy behemoth she said
Dumb as a box of hammers
But he's such a handsome guy
So I opened up and told her about Larry
And yesterday how he asked me to marry
And I'm not giving him an answer yet
I think I could do better
So we laughed
Compared notes
We had a drink
We had a smoke
She took off her overcoat
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
She called home to say she'd be late
He said he worried but now he feels safe
"I'm glad you're with your girlfriend,
Tell her 'hi' for me"
Then I looked at you
You had guilt in your eyes
But it only lasted a little while
Then I felt your hand above my knee
And we laughed
At the world
They can have their diamonds
And we'll have our pearls
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
Her lips were sweet
She was just like kissing me
I kissed a girl
Won't change the world
But I'm so glad
I kissed a girl
And we laughed
At the world
They can have their diamonds
And we'll have our pearls
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
(For the first time)
I kissed a girl
(And I may do it again)
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
Her lips were sweet
She was just like kissing me
(But better)
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
Won't change the world
But I'm so glad I
Kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
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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.
*Repost this in your jounal if you believe homophobia is wrong.*
Found in another authors profile: ShiningDarkObsidian
I am writing a story primarily at the moment but I dabble in the poetry when my mind is stuck. It helps me reorganise and refocus because it gets a lot of ideas out of my head and allows room to think.
If you like anything you see, let me know. If there is anything I can improve, let me know. I am open to suggestions.
Thanks to all who comment on my stuff.
************
"I Kissed a Girl" by Jill Sobule
Jenny came over and told me about Brad
He's such a hairy behemoth she said
Dumb as a box of hammers
But he's such a handsome guy
So I opened up and told her about Larry
And yesterday how he asked me to marry
And I'm not giving him an answer yet
I think I could do better
So we laughed
Compared notes
We had a drink
We had a smoke
She took off her overcoat
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
She called home to say she'd be late
He said he worried but now he feels safe
"I'm glad you're with your girlfriend,
Tell her 'hi' for me"
Then I looked at you
You had guilt in your eyes
But it only lasted a little while
Then I felt your hand above my knee
And we laughed
At the world
They can have their diamonds
And we'll have our pearls
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
Her lips were sweet
She was just like kissing me
I kissed a girl
Won't change the world
But I'm so glad
I kissed a girl
And we laughed
At the world
They can have their diamonds
And we'll have our pearls
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
(For the first time)
I kissed a girl
(And I may do it again)
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
Her lips were sweet
She was just like kissing me
(But better)
I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
Won't change the world
But I'm so glad I
Kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
************
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.
*Repost this in your jounal if you believe homophobia is wrong.*
Found in another authors profile: ShiningDarkObsidian
- Last seen on Feb 3 6:37 AM 2008. Member since March 14, 2006.
- I'm a supertopaz delight poet for 88 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Carpe Diem".
- I am a 23 year old girl (Australia)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a lab tech.
- Visit my homepage at people.aapt.net.au/~ferrett/index.htm

- I have 88 comments, 35 poems, 3 stories
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960 lines, May 27, 2006. In 600-2000 words, Romance
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Tears slid down my face as I raised my glass to the skies.
"To my best friend, my soul mate. Happy 17th Birthday. I love you." I broke down into sobs while trying to drink t557 lines, 1 comment, March 23, 2006. In <200 lines
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Grey Mouser on July 11, 2006Wonderful writes and your story has me entranced.
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MistressOfTheLost on June 17, 2006oh, and by the way, great work!
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MistressOfTheLost on June 17, 2006lillybet! thank you for all your comments and imput! i really appreciate them!
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eternalpoet on June 10, 2006Hey hey *hugs andkisses*.. so my jasmine is your Mum
... great.. she is awesome aint she??
anyways.. just thought to drop a comment here
take cares and have a nice time my dear friend..
*hugs and kisses*
- vic
