Im no longer writing poetry, just songs - hence most of my new stuff won't seem to flow properly.
I just really need somewhere to collect my thoughts right now
I just really need somewhere to collect my thoughts right now
- Member since November 3, 2004.
- I'm a jade dragon poet for 223 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Peace out".
- I am a girl (Great Britain)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a student.
- Visit my homepage at a secret
- I have 223 comments, 1 contest, 35 poems, 1 story
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I'm sitting here on the train. Snapshots of conversation
filter through to my consciousness, pushing my idle musings49 lines, 3 comments, December 1, 2005. In Love -
Tackes several big issues or, rather, bludgeons them with a big mallet. To the Pope, with love :)86 lines, 5 comments, November 28, 2005. In Personal
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bloodshedsunset on May 8, 2006*rant
Ok, I sat through Brokeback Mountain with my dad this weekend whilst he tried to rationalise the actions of the two (rather fit) men involved. Made me laugh, if I’m honest. I wouldn’t say my dad is homophobic, but he does find it an uncomfortable topic to discuss, so I enjoyed watching him squirm…hehe. Personally I thought it was really sad, I cried about 5 times from start to finish, but then I cry at everything. I really don’t understand how people could possibly have a problem with it…
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. -
Alpha - Omega on December 10, 2005emily smells
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crying-blood on December 5, 2005EMILYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! (smells!
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