Rose Cold Murder• Show poetry

I am not just an average teenager. I am me, and nothing else. my memory is like a safe, my heart is gold plated. I might very well be the most adorable person you will ever meet. I used to be someone who will take anybody at anytime. Not now, I have come a long way in the past 7 months. I am much more careful in who I date, pick a fight with, and talk to. I am always hearing people say that what I am is cool, but I act like 'cool' doesn't exist. To me it is as real as aliens. My mom always wants me to be with the "successful" people. I tried for a while, but i hated it. I love who I love and there is nothing more. And I refuses to be with an uptight person, who does nothing but homework. I love the 'losers' as my mom would put it, but you just don't like them because they're gay. Well I'm gay. get over it. I am in love with Tiffany, I hated the Rock but I loved it because I meet her. She is amazing. I will admit that I'm a pretty impossible girl to be with. I guess you say that I'm too smart for my own good. I am an extreme personification of the natural side of the human persona, that many try so desperately to hide. I believe that NOTHING in life happens for any reason, life is random and cruel... FUCKING except it and quit making excuses. People never know what to think of me, I always leave those I know confused. I know better than to trust anyone. EVER. I barely trust anyone, and yet that is more than I trust myself. The only person that I trust is... Tiffany Johnson. You are the one that opened my eyes, showed me what love really can be. And so we are on the same page... I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me. love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you. You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel. True love burns the brightest, but the brightest flame leaves only the deepest scar. Check out her poems on here, her screen name; Fallin 4u again

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-Katie
A.K.A.

Po!son.





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.

If you believe that homophobia is wrong, copy and paste this onto your author page.



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