Sexfiend88• Show poetry

i write whatever i need to write about to help so dont expect to see to many cheerful poems any time soon!!


i live in warrington a.k.a bayroot. i have a crappy joband am going to uni in september to train to do another crappy job. i enjoy drinking, smoking, sex, doing really stupid stuff, waking up in strange places and writing.
my emial is brd88@hotmail.com if your bored and feel the need to email someone.

if you like any of my things you should check out:
armoured heart
victimofdeath
jim cullhane
melodies
xXloveispainXx

there all very good and very nice people-hehehe

some top quotes are:
why do people care about me when i want to die and not then when i wanted to live

molest sounds like something a spaniel does to your leg-abuse is the dogs of hell

there is no fear of dying anymore, death would be easy but life has been cruel and decided to keep me alive-welcome to my hell

give me a reason to laugh, ill give you a reason to cry; give me a reason to live, ill give you a reason to die

tell me you dont run the blade across your skin and pray for the courage to press down

all great truths begin as blasphemies

its hard to answer the questions whats wrong when nothings right

life is too short to be pissed off all the time

if your not living on the edge your taking up too much space

I had a friend once but it brokes its leash and ran away

and a very cool poem that i remember from when i was about five is:

a man of words and not of deeds
is like a garden full of weeds
and when the weeds begin to grow
its like a garden full of snow
and when the snow begins to fall
its like a bird upon your wall
and when the bird begins to fly
its like an eagle in the sky
and when the sky begins to roar
its like a lion at your door
and when the door begins to crack
its like a stick across your back
and when your back begins to smart
its like a penknife in your heart
and when you heart begins to bleed
your dead and dead and dead indeed


*****************AP*Family****************

AP Brother-armoured heart-hes more of a nusiance than a brother
AP Sister-Melodies-very cool girlxxx
AP niece- b4 U go- Kiss me
AP sister-xXloveispainXx
AP friend-trapped-inside
AP cousin-befearless247
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, cope and paste this onto your author page

I love this song by Ani Difranco:

sleepwalking through the all-nite drugstore
baptized in flourescent light
i found religion in the greeting card aisle
now i know hallmark was right
and every pop song on the radio
is suddenly speaking to me
yeah, art may imitate life
but life imitates t.v.
'cuz you've been gone exactly two weeks
two weeks and three days
and let's just say that things look different now
different in so many ways

i used to be a superhero
no one could touch me
not even myself
you are like a phone booth
i somehow stumbled into
and now look at me
i am just like everybody else

if i was dressed in my best defenses
would you agree to meet me for coffee
if i did my tricks with smoke and mirrors
would you still know which one was me
if i was naked and screaming
on your front lawn
would you turn on the light and come down
screaming, there's the asshole
who did this to me
stripped me of my power
stripped me down

i used to be a superhero
no one could touch me
not even myself
you are like a phone booth
i somehow stumbled into
and now look at me
i am just like everybody else

yeah you've been gone exactly two weeks
two weeks and three days
and now i'm a different person
different in so many ways
tell me what did you like about me
don't say my strength and daring
'cuz now i think i'm at your mercy
and it's my first time for this kind of thing

i used to be a superhero
i would swoop down and save me
from myself
you are like a phone booth
that i somehow stumbled into
and now look at me
i am just like everybody else
i am worse than everybody else