Immortalangel• Show poetry

wow ok well if you're reading this, thanks i appreciate it! i haven't been on here in ages and im sorry about that. well i have made plenty of changes in my life now and i was on a short hiatus and had been going through some really heavy things but as of right now im doing better and hope to be on here more.by the way i don't think you'll see anymore love poems about men. i am now a full lesbian and i enjoy and love me life as it is even though its has its downs and cries but im a strong witted gurl and i can pull through many things. try me i've been through alomst everything so if you ever want to talk or want to get to know me my yahoo is outproudangel27 and my aim lucy062562 .

some of my many favorite bands would be:
green day all ameriacan rejects
my chemical romance breaking benjimin
papa roach coheed and cambria
trapt system of a down
evanescence fall out boy
blink 182 hawthorn heights
switchfoot flyleaf
mxpx linkin park
disturbed yellow card
korn the killers
slipknot good charlotte
the used acdc
guns n roses motley crue
the beatles kiss
afi seether
the foo fighters the gorillas
halo friendlies the donnas
the ramones franz ferdanand
the who the doors
the vanished antigone rising
panic!at the disco
rihonna
black eyed peas
pussycat dolls
the goo goo dolls
queen
bon jovi
van halen
the rolling stones
sidekick mafia
flickerstick
greatness in tragedy
kelly clarkson
mariah carey
no doubt / gwen stefani


so far my woderful family on ap is:

thePranksterKing --> my brother : he's a great person and always cares for me and has been ther for me.he's so great to talk to and makes me feel warm and is the brother i always wanted.i couldn't ask for more. thank you david i love you so much!

eastbrook ---> little brother : he's also a great person and is an incredible writer in which i admire his work. thanks for being so nice!


bluejune75098----> my nephew: he's actually my very close friend from school and my ex but he can practically be my family . i've known him for about 5 years now and is my angel and i love him dearly and an admirable writer i love his poetry and everything about him. i couldn't have it any better. his flippin awesome-o-ness!

yeah my writing has a variety though i seen it has alot of love gone bad and some good but its ok, i write wut i feel the day i originally write these soooo yeah, i've been through alot of crap and still will go through cuz that's how life is but... i'll just keep on getting up and smiling and living it a day at a time with every strength i got and the support of my friends...............and thats all i dont need or have much support with my family but it'll do...anyway i have a better family which is my friends and it's wut keeps me alive....(thanks guys)




ANIME ROCKS MY SOCKS..............some of my favorites would be inuyasha,fushugi yugi, love hina, ranma 1/2, demon diaries,marmalade boy, flcl,fullmetal alchemist,s-cry-ed,and much more! 0_0 ^_^


yes, im gay and proud. so any of you who needs support or more gay friends ,(well technically im lesbian)im always here.hmmmmm favorite things ok:
pandas
chocolate
new york city
phantom of the opera
rock
the 50's era and the 30's era
oldschool cartoons
pink and black
chinese food
crying
fashion
all music in general
myspace
my friends
poetry
reading
singing
playing the piano
writing
drawing
chick flicks and horror
rollercoasters
cherry coke
hawaii
japan
italy
wiccanism
water lillies and black roses
texas
mexico

my favorite poems as of right now (some anyway):

~(]HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG[)~
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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.*




Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.


Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.

That angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!-that was the reason (as all men know,
(In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but i feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, i lie down by the side
Of my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.



I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordworth

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
when all at once i saw a crowd,
a host, of golden daffodils,
beside the lake, beneath the trees
fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the Milky Way,
they stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a bay:
ten thousand saw i at a glance
tossing their heads in sprightly dance

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:-
a poet could not be but gay
in such a jocund company:
i gazed - and gazed -but little thought
what wealth the slow to me had brought.

For oft, when on my couch i lie
in vacant or in pensive mood,
they flash upon that inward eye
which is the bliss of solitude;
and then my heart with pleasure fills
and dances with the daffodils.


The Long and Winding Road by unknown

The long and winding road that leads to your door
will never disappear,
i've seen that road before
it always leads me here
leads me to your door

The wild and windy night the rain washed away,
has left a full of tears crying for the day
why heave me standing here, let me know the way.
Many times i've been alone and many times i've cried.
Anyway you'll never know the many ways i've tried, but
still they lead me back to the long and winding road
you left me standing here a long, long time ago.
Don't leave me waiting; lead me to your door.



well yeah thats alot about me for one day. if u really want to get to know me just talk to me i don't bite.........hard nah just messing with ya!

love,
immortalangel aka sammie