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Don't Give Up! Better Days are on Their Way.Dedicated to:
All of those who have been through Hell, in hopes that they will hold their chin up, keep smiling, and move forward.
Some things in life will try to bring us down.
Sadly some will succeed, but do not frown!
It may feel like your sorrows will not end,
But fear not my dear, the sun will shine on!
There are moments that makes us want to die,
And all we can see is a gray, rainy sky.
We feel like our destinies have become dead, defeated, and detached from this desolate world.
We all come to know some sort of agonizing, abysmal atrocity that accumulates in our soul.
Sometimes others are at fault for our pain,
But often we create our own vain rain.
When it comes to others, it can be many things-
Why is there war?
Or why do people act sly and lie?
Why are people deceptive and so selective?
Do people not recognize the seven deadly sins??
I hold dear to me.
She ever so gently flutters through my sky
My every thought; waking and in the realm of my dreams
She flies through,
showing off the unique brush strokes of vivid colour that are her wings
The interesting patterns that are every part of her and who she is.
I hold dear to me.
And on her days of overcast,
She shows me exactly how vulnerable she can get.
Wings- draped then contracted, draped then contracted
As she sits near.
Weak and fragile-
Scars line those paper wings of hers;
Telling all of her painful past,
And even her present.
I hold dear to me.
Whether she is merrily floating through the clear sky,
Enlightened by the wind beneath her wings-
Showing off her fierce personality
Holding on for dear life, waiting for the rain to clear-
Wings clamped shut,
I love her and all that she is composed of.
It brings me a certain kind of joy to be a part of her life.
I find solace,
I feel blessed,
I'm Sorry...All the cracks in the road cannot compensate for the cracks in my heart
What went wrong, dear?
Where was the love lost?
I hadn't noticed the theoretical scars I left
Now I'm left with painful memories
Tears that could drown the world
And scars that will never heal
BedYour presence lingers,
where my mattress and I lament;
Two beautifully intertwined forms once adorned this space-
Now much too separate.
Pillows mourn over the extra head-space;
Two lovers once rested their heads so close,
Now only one-
Longing, Restless, and Teary-eyed.
Stuffed animal children,
Attempting to provide solace,
But fall short, and only provide
A figure to clutch,
A "ghost" to talk to,
When the night seems as if it will never end.
The absence you've created
Is more than I wish to take,
Isn't more than one can handle.
A love as strong as ours
Through the roughest times,
The longest times.
And I will live not for the dream of
intertwined bodies and resting lovers,
but for the day this is once again actuality..
Falling in love?I see you standing there; strange palpitations
I feel my heart float up, can't help but blush.
Is this feeling I get called falling in love?
Self-inflicted.Scars, screaming as they fade away.
Memories, hidden in the vast universe within the mind-scape.
Not to be forgotten, but to be savored on a rainy day.
To not just dwell in the saddest of times, but to enjoy the writhing pain you once felt.
The memories of your skin, like the freckles that remind you that sunny days still exist, and that pain is only temporary.
Only in scars, your skin can remind you- your heart and brain and nerves, what it means to truly feel.
To feel the way you once seemed so accustomed to. Pain was simply to be numb, and numbness was so much better than the majority of other, alien-type feelings.
Scars, screaming as they fade away.
Wanting to leave you with one last notion,
One last memory, of not the sorrows you once held; not to remind you of the regrets and misfortunes and the stupidity you once felt was the entirety of your composition and being!
Scars scream as they fade, to make sure you never forget!
Never forget what it means to be a true
Untitled PoemNo one saw the tears she cried,
No one knew the things she'd hide.
No one knew the life she lived,
No one saw the things she did.
No one saw the scars she made,
No one saw her sanity fade.
No one knew the reason she died
was all because of others' lies...
LOVE IS LOVESome people are Straight
while others are Gay
Some believe that Gays are a Sin
while others call it Love
Others are Bisexual
Who love both of the sexes
Many people call it a Sin
while others believe it isn't fake
There is nothing wrong with it
We are here to love one another
So why do people call us a Sin?
When to be Honest Love is a Beautiful thing
Many will think its wrong
while others think it's perfectly fine
Not all girls love Men
and not all Men love Girls
So why can't we all be equal?
Why must there be a Fight?
Maybe I will go to Hell
Cause maybe it is a Sin
If loving someone is a issue
if loving the same sex is wrong
Then maybe I don't want to be right
Cause I am here to Love who ever I want to Love
I had a dream
that sprung legs and ran ahead into the closet in front of my bed;
the door swung shut behind it, and I fell asleep with my eyes wide
watching bright fantasies that were not mine to see.
The sun flushed into my room and swallowed me up in its light
sometime between me playing with my eyelashes and mumbling
to the walls. I leaped toward the closet door and tugged it open.
It was empty.
I had a dream that my closet was calling to me like a giant
with curious white eyes; I woke up asleep on its floor
with my blanket tucked into my arms. I stayed in there
all day and refused to leave even when the father
called for me. I wanted to hear her heart beat.
I had an idea,
but it only came weeks later when I sat down to dinner.
The parents avoided eye contact; I was the child who slept
on the closet floor, the one with the silly mind.
The idea was simple. I lied in bed as still as the moonlight,
my mind hummed like the creatures swarming beneath me.
When the lights were
Catch me if you canI’m the anorexic at the local gym whom everybody watches but nobody looks at.
I’m the bulimic at school whom everybody pretends not to know about.
I’m the girl in your gym class with too many scars to be telling the truth.
I’m the kid with her head down in the library who is always “fine.”
I’m the boy who 'fell down the stairs'...again.
I’m the child who doesn't show up for school lunch because it's too expensive.
I’m the teenager living a double life in front of your very eyes.
Catch me if you can.
Gay suicideHis mom is going up to the podium to speak. Everyone is so quiet that all I could hear was the piano softly playing "Amazing Grace." I think about him…I still can't believe it. My best friend. Dead. Just yesterday, he told me he was gay.
I couldn't be gay, just like I couldn't have caused his death. When he told me, someone overheard and asked me how I could be his friend anymore and I just couldn't stand the embarrassment. So I said it. I said I couldn't be friends with a fag. I said that right to his face and I walked away.
He left early; someone said he wasn't feeling well. I never thought—he was always so happy, so kind to everyone. And look what happened. Kids took advantage of him and he couldn't handle it. Kids are cruel, my class is cruel…and he was, well, weak.
His mom is beginning to talk. "My son, Jaylen…he was always such a happy-go-lucky kid. He always found a way to make the worst things in the world disappear. He was always so nice to everyone. He stood up for his friend
could i trust you? You asked me,
Who has your key?
The key to your heart
I looked away &&&
When I didn't respond,
You asked me
Can I have the key?
But when I still was quiet,
And wouldn't look at you,
Please.. I really want to have it..
The truth is, I no longer hold the key.
I've trusted so many people with it,
I don't have it. Don't know where it went.
I've given it to so many people who have
Unlocked my heart
Just to hurt me. I don't have a key to give you.
But.. If I did, could I trust you,
To hold it safe?
Close to your heart,
Where no harm could come of it?
Could I trust you,
Not to walk away once I've let you in?
Once you've seen what I am?
I'm sorry. I can't....
My coming out story (part two)Hey guys, Its me Nathan again! I'm sorry I'm so damn late! I had A very odd week and some stuff in the home was happening which prevented me from getting online for too long. so hopefully you'll all forgive me and continue to read ^_^
Well, lets get started.
First Entry (Part One): http://lgbt-youth-america.deviantart.com/journal/My-coming-out-story-as-it-happens-353639037
So in the next few days after I came out to the first person ever things were very difficult for me. I had no idea what I was gonna do and so ultimately I decided to get up the courage to tell my best friend and so maybe I could talk to her about it. so in the middle of October in 2012 I got on facebook and started talking to her, I was acting really nervous and I started shivering a lot. and so when I finally decided to tell her I said that I needed to tell her something and that as my best friend she needed to know. she said to go ahead and so I told her that I thought I was bi (at that point I was still thinking I
Changing, his life is changingOpening, his eyes are opening
seeing sights never before seen
noticing things that now appear unclean
realizing he was simply in a dream
Dying, his heart is dying
never allowing himself to love
hiding beneath labels, not above
obeying hypocrisy when push came to shove
Changing, his life is changing
feeling shame no more for what others say
being happy himself, being happy he's gay
owning up to the fact that fear ruling his life is not OK
Living, his heart is living
freeing itself from society's grasp
speaking with it's real voice no matter the rasp
breathing the truth with no need to gasp
Closing, his eyes are closing
forgetting what he's really seen
noticing, not noticing that things are never as they seem
falling, he's falling into a new dream
Pansexuality"Pansexuals are bisexuals
who are just fancy snobs
in need for a 'cooler' word
to fancily name their flaws"
I've heard this said so many times
and yet believe it be untrue
it's scared people telling lies
people scared of something new
First of all I'd like to say
sexuality isn't wrong
there is no need to point it out
and call it a flaw
It's a normal part of us
how nature let's us come
there's homosexuality in all living species
and homophobia in one
Now for there difference
of pansexual and bi
Bisexuals usually have tendencies
Pans give everyone a try
We don't care
if you're from here or there
don't mind the colour of your hair
or the kind of clothes you wear
Bisexuals say "boys and girls
but I prefer one side"
there's nothing wrong with saying that
there's nothing there to hide
All we pans really care about
Is who you are and have been
Is loving you for who you are
really such a sin?
My Invisible Life
My Invisible Life
On the surface of anxiety
Getting used to this melancholy
They'd always be here to help
I've always only had myself
Opening the gates to this hell
And the screams are revealed
I let my sorrow and resolve meld
My desires are overtaken
I know this isn't right
But my lies weren't convincing
So this will always be my invisible life
Life is a work of art.Words- etched into skin,
like dipping pens on parchment,
exploiting crimson ink under frail paper,
painting pictures of untold stories;
the symphonies of emotion,
hidden somewhere between heart and soul.
The joys and pains of life can't be compromised to a children's picture book,
but are expressed by the colourful novels within your mind,
each brush stroke laid onto Life's canvas,
like the eternal mark you leave on Earth after death.
You hold the pencil to your future,
the instrument to your dreams.
You are the artist,
and life is your masterpiece.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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