XUnseenLovex• Show poetry

My poems started off in a diary that I no longer keep. They are mainly expressions of me feelings at certain times about certain things. Some are just completely random though.

Random is good.

I am not all that good at writing poetry, well I don't think mine are as good as some others I have seen but maybe everyone is like that - I don't know, but weather I am any good or not is beside the point as they all manage to put across a message when they are meant to.

I guess I should write brief descriptions of the poems now... but if you're reading this then it would be presumable that you are about to read them anyway so I don't see the point.

A lil bout me...
Well I am fairly easy going - not much annoys me to the point of uncontrollable anger... except my brother. If I am asked to do something I usually do it without questioning the motives of the person who asked me... but they usually think that it is required anyway and that annoys me - if someone asks me to do something they have no need to explain their reasons unless I ask but they do anyway - a waste of time. I like to discuss (or argue) intellectually (spelling??? lol) with most people - it is rather entertaining when me and ma m8, j, go off and arguments both of us giving well structured points - it seems more like a court room than a chat room (we usually do it online) lol.

Hobbies...
TKD (Taekwon Do) and hanging with friends (is that even a hobby... idc)

People I know on ap...
"MannequinPOISON " - She is really deep and meaningful... well can be anyway, her poems will be some of the best you have read.

"Dream-Catcher" - Her poetry is really good and is always well written to show a range of emotions.

"ILovedYouOnce " - Another great poet here on the site.

"Dr-Flutterby" - He hasn't many poems at the time of writing this, but the two he has posted are really good and emotive. If he keeps writing then he will, no doubt, astound us all.

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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.

I am the girl whos dad left her when he found out she was a bisexual.

*Repost this in your jounal if you believe homophobia is wrong.*
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