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People are who they are. Yes. Really and truly full of life and love they do not Idol in their moments of Damage nor discomfort but instead in their determination to Exist entirely themselves
there is the playground
I'm sorry I have disappointed you, mom You think it was so sudden like a bomb It wasn't for me And that I can guarantee I have taken time to know for sure That I don't need a cure Love is not a choice
I'm crying in the closet Over a girl How Ironic That now is the moment That I want my mother most. I was shaking on the ground When I started to stop, I raised my head up
Looking at couples walk down the street, I begin to ask Why are they happier than me? The way he looks at the other guy I am truly unhappy, but it's unclear why Nevertheless my wife approches my side
Her eyes were as brown as the mud we rolled in that one afternoon when we were kids. Her hair is as black as the asphalt we'd run on at recess when we were in 3rd grade.
Who decided that this was our world ? Who got the say in who is treated what way ? I've truly never understood how people can hate other people I believe NO one is born with hatred for anyone,
Her voice is the light at the end of the tunnel. If only there was a tunnel I could go through to get to her. For now, I have to accept that the phone line is the best tunnel I'll have to her.
￼ They buried us, But we were seeds. As they filled the world with clouds of hate, Hope poured out as rain, Time was our strength, The skies cleared out, As the sun shined bright with love,
What do I call it? A hobby, a passion? I don't love it yet it rules my fashion. I cannot endorse it, but it guides my life. It clouds my judgment, in my mind it is strife.
Because in baby showers the color is already since forever set in stone Because there are people this moment getting discriminated by their God-given skin tone
One theory I have is that everyone is evil, Not one will admit it, But thorns serve as crowns during our crucifixion for creating oppression, Yes, humans are the cause of their own pain People say I’m insane,
I have doubts every timeYou know I doBut I can’t stop falling into the void that is youAnd even if I am absolutely sure that my poor heartWill break, each and every timeI would still choose you, again and again
You don't need to utter those words I love you to the moon and back. You don't need to tell me I miss you more everyday. You don't need to remind me I care about you so much.
The knocking you made upon my heart is like no other Breathing in your aura bring chills to the tips of my fingers Endless gabs here and there – What an uncommon sight. Never once have you thought about one self
No matter your gender or race Everyone has love in their place No matter if your gay Or straight either way They'll always be in love with your face
I need a place A safe place A silent place A peaceful place A building where I can march up to a urinal and piss like nobody's watching
Miscommunication, no empathy , the message never getting through. I try and try, but you only see your point of view. Understanding breeds from knowledge and compassion, characteristics I wouldn't use to describe you.
High and bright in the sky. Girl you always there to light up my night. So unique in the way you're made. So beautiful in your ever glowing ways. Always there for people to make wishes.
Her. She is mind blowingly beautiful.
Pensive, Paralyzed Hopeful, Stardazed Each love a new hope The pain of one’s own heart beat Each time completely lost Each time completely given Pain, vulnerability, longing, grief
The dark night envelops me Cradles me as I walk Among bones of corpses long forgotten The rain cools me Calms me as I see The destruction they left my kind in
I feel so lost,
Thinking, wishing, pondering, pensiveChoosing wrongWishing to knowThe contents of my heartAnd that in yoursWill you complete my soul?If I leave now will you still be thereHow do I decide?
Fall in love Breath in life
I can feel the power of the stars transmit through her eyesTo my unworthy eyes In the mouths of those who claimI am incapable of loving herBecause I am a girl
Each moment completely whole Each breath cherished Each touch filled with joy Each kiss remembered Each smile because you're here
When you smile when you think of them
Two people were born with the capacity to love and be loved. They lived their lives in sepearte towns, with rival football teams and differing zipcodes. They went to college together and never met.
The same brain, body and gender. Having a light make-up, We go out. Wearing pink dresses and high-heels. As usual...
Sweetheart, let me in.It's time for our lives to b
Here comes the bride, All dressed in white. Walking up the aisle to see her beaming bride. Her father stands besider her, giving her away. Her mother in the crowd, looking the other way.
This is crazy, i'm..
It's dark and alone in here But I still bite my tongue because it's better I don't mind the spiders and ghouls The reward means so much greater I would rather be what I am not To please my own kin
I am a teenage lesbian I wonder why I am discriminated against. I hear negative comments from the ones I love. I see hateful slangs being thrown at me. I want everyone to realize that love is love.
Words. The fruits of your mind become rotten with ease,
She has this fear. Her legs start to shake. Thoughts of death remind her the world is a precious place.
They say a straight line is normal and pure But i'm full of curves and turns, and there is no cure No love, just joy each and every day
What will you tell your queer child
You're screaming and you're cryingand laying on yo
They tell me I’ve changed for the worse. My true beauty grabbed her attention, my personality captured her heart. My eyes caught hers. My mind made her wonder. My past made her hold me closer.
In 7th grade, I knew I was gay I didn't think it was normal Not to be straight So I cut up my skin And took a lot of drugs I drank a lot of alcohol And gave lots of boys hugs
People use scripture for every argument, With hate and vigor It seems they're incompetent of showing love. The simple truth: Everyone's a sinner And we're all hypocrites.
Choice is a conscious decisions We choose what we wear And what we say And what we do But Love is not a choice Love is a feeling Mysterious and dangerous Silently screaming
Hello You say I can't love Who I like Well last time I checked I was Over eighteen So spare me Your batshit Fuckery Who are you Tellin' me
If I could change, just anything I would change the way love is viewed. Some say marriage can only be between a man and a woman, But who are they to judge?
i am not in love i have dreams to marry to have children but i am not in love my mother is recently divorced but it is no longer frowned upon i would love to marry but somehow that is wrong
Student, teacher, successful, failure.
Love me, I a
What be of
Let me be the one
"Choosing" to be gay Is the cause of my depression God hating gays Will not terminate my faith Lack of monogamy A myth to seven year couple Nicole and Rebecca
Straight girl walks in a crooked line Straight to hell, ignoring the signs. Nothing is straight under pressure, Living under a forever broken spine. Straight talk isn't so straight anymore,
Love is Strong Love is Powerful Love is Free Yet is it judged Not being able to love whom we want for who we are But at the end Love will always concure those who judges
Since a young age I've been plagued My mind set a certain way By fairy tales They taught me That happily ever after Always follows the end And the princes marry princesses and that's it
I see people walking byAnd I wonder what it's likeDo they see what I seeWhen they look at you with meThen I think of what I'd sayIf they ever asked why I feel this way
It's called don't hate Everyone is Equal Respect is what's cool
She means more to me than what you will ever mean. We walk down the street hand in hand, Yes heads turn and a few comments are heard. Do they matter? Does it bother us? Is it okay?
Understand yall We all fall short of the glory True story we were on the verge of He'll but god sent jesus in the clutch for Our victory like Robert Horry Yeah its an abomination but so is judging we
Homosexuality is normal, heterosexual is not.
You see things with envy, through your holy,and pure eyesAnything different, you simply despise“One must live proper, a man and his wife”We’d love to live peacefully, hopeful and true
It seems we've come so far with the hands of time An arm's length from World Wart 2 to civil rights We are standing taller for equality But not reaching our potential height
His arms tightly grasped His eyes filled with love His smile blooms His heart races He lowers his head Their lips meet quickly Just once A boy rushes around the corner
I hear stories of young girls and guys Who like to play with rainbows. They wave these rainbows as flags Desperately through the wind, it blows. These young boys and girls Who can't help but like rainbows.
Cas was a troubled student. Coming into class late every day, sleeping for the first half of class, not doing his own work. Little did the teacher know, Cas was going through some problems at home.
She opens my eyesto a new world,a new universe,full of happiness;happiness to be with the one I lovebut also, a new world fullof hurt.They are constantly staring,plotting against us,
He sat there, Alone. Staring from a distance At the one he wanted the most. What a cruel world That would not let him be. What a cruel world, To stop him from loving.
Pause, listen to the beat. Its moving faster than the sounds of "soli rapide". On the inside, a vary of rainbowed coloured butterflies tickle the bottom of my belly....He said my name. Ofcourse my name is simple.
Who are we to say what love is? Mother to father. Sister to brother. Man to woman. Man to man. Who are we to say what love is? It should not make people afraid to be who they are.
It comes down, day and night, rehashing I sit and wait, pleading for peace Love is love man or woman No He can say I wait, pleading for anything
Sitting here thinking about the mischief that I've caused, wondering in my head should i stop doing wrong or continue to break the laws. Ur gay and i'm mad, My past wont drift away seems like I was born to be bad.
Standing in front of the "holy" firing squad.Last wish on a pink triangle pinned on my shirt.Boss gives the countdown.Eyes closed and no regrets for how I've been living.
I never thought this would happen, They would say, "It doesn't exist," I knew they were full of it, after our first kiss. From that moment on, I knew Love could be, I never thought this would happen to me.
Once I was hurt, Once I was shattered, Once I was young & knew no better. Now that time has passed & I've had time to heal, The love she has shown me has never been so real.. (For Christina)
these red viscous drops that paints our banner's stars and straps fake smiles and all these props it spreads like chicken pox and it cant be contained or put in a box obvious to the trained mind
There was darkness for a long time.People were scared, sad and broken.No hope.No light.…no love to be given without heart ache to follow.
One day I’ll liberate my soul; my own mishaps have created the insecurities that soon will fade away into a cloud of dust.
I knew a girl who felt trapped in this world she was unaccepted for being gay they kept putting her down for who she was the closed-minded saw no other way she asked why the world was so cruel
Mucky, hot, permeating light Sitting static to find some reprieve Required event it’s hard to believe Today the day of our patriot’s blight Silly of me to wear long sleeves
Colors, letters, hide and go seek The boy, best friend, imagination companion Playground adventures we couldn’t abandon Till the fatigue set and little bones weak Time for a nap on a cot set in tandem
Where did it come from when did It begin I never thought id Love again Magic love is what this consist of Who'd ever thought that this love could have came from above Our sweet lips as they touch
I hate gay people Not because of your typical reason I don’t hate them because they’re attracted to their same sex
what is love? love is a weird feeling. it makes you laugh, cry, mad, happy silly, and so much more. love is love. love chooses itself. one cannot choose who they fell in love with. love has no true definition. Love is the way you make me feel.
At the End of the RainbowThey lie, “there rests a potFilled to the brim with nuggetsOf gold.”Not a fool’s gold, I hope.
I was young, and I was Different Even though I was odd, I was also still innocent The agony, the deceit right in front of my eyes Yet I was too blind, maybe even paralyzed
For years I'd been alone. They'd scorned me while I raised my flag, Spitting venom and curses, All because I loved my own gender. Trapped for years in the darkness, I'd stumbled into you,
June 26, 2013 A date that changed everyone's lives but mine Because amongst this hurricane of excitement and acceptance My ship is stuck in port. My anchor weighs heavy with fear and denial
Skin like silk caresses mine. Warm breathe licks at my neck like a teasing wind. I inhale the scent of your soft wavy hair, as it cascades down over your shoulders. Your lips, rosey pink, inch closer to mine.
Sometimes certain situations are just so hard to deal with, other situations are easy, but the hard ones teach you a lesson in life, weather its for the worst or the better.
I often look to the yellow lillies in the garden on campus Friends pass me and time shifts Is it not the success that people want? Or perhaps it's the driven motive in which we attempt to strive Unjust it truly is,
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