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Unconditional love?Is your love really unconditional?
Even if I stray from the traditional?
Will you still love me then?
Even if I love other men?
Im still your son
I still love you a ton
Cant you see?
I just wanted to show you the real me
Can you accept it, please?
People sayYou can lie
And you can deny
But we both know the truth
The confusion we went through
It was real
And so are the things you steal
Something I wish you had never stolen, was my heart
It was just a piece of me, just a part
But it meant more to me than my life
And you broke it in two, even making me cry
You treated me like dirt
You said and did things that really hurt
But if someone asked "would you do it again?"
I'd have to say "yes" again and again
Because the time we spent together
It was precious, and I wanted it to last forever
Medical DiscriminationThey tell us visiting hours are over
I turn to look at my lover
His face tells me all I need to know
I'm dying...painfully and slow
As tears run down his face
My heart begins to race
I want to kiss him one last time
To express our love before I die
They scream "No, its a sin!!!"
I yell back hoping they'll let him in
He cries outside...alone and afraid
Hoping, somehow, that I'll be saved
He drinks again to escape the pain
Tears and alcohol drop like rain
Our final wish was to die together
So that I'd be with him forever
And with the pulling of that plug
And the drinking of that mug
Our wish was granted
the love I'd die forMom and Dad cry
As I prepare to die
I take your hand
And face the damned
They ready their guns
I want to run
I shed a tear
But there's no fear
Cause I die next to you
The one I cling to
The one whose love I'd die for... <3
Missing youI've missed you since you've left
I tried to move on to the next
I tried to act like I didn't care
But your still there
Piercing my heart with your pendant stare
This has never been fair
I want to move on
But this feeling is wrong
All I wanted was the truth
But I shouldn't expect that from you
I can't go through that again
You were a horrible boyfriend
I wish I could say I regret it
But Id be lying if I said it
My AngelI found her
in the shadow of evil I found her
she wore a gown as blue as the gentle waters she seemed to float on
her green makeup showed the beauty within her soul
her dark skin contrasted her pure nature
she led me through the burning coals
she helped me over piles of the corrupt
she opened the gates of Hades
her path of light shown bright as day
brighter than i could've imagined really
I will never forget her
I will forever be in this angels debt
for she walked with me through hell
and showed me the way home
thank you forever, my friend and my guardian angel, Cynthia
without you I would've gotten through that night
One good callMy family has a weird trait that while drugged on Morphine we get very happy and laugh I however got the short end of the stick and cry when hooked up to an IV. This is my story of when that actually worked in my favor. It was the day of tonsil surgery and I wasn't really scared, I was just happy I was going to be able to breathe and hydrate myself again. In the past few weeks my tonsils had grown exponentially to the point where no water could go in and breathing hurt me. I had shown my doctor my tonsils but he hadn't thought it was so serious…his mistake. My friends had shown pity on me and didn't hassle me when I couldn't hang out with them. Anyways, when I got to the ER I told the doctor to be extra careful because my voice is something I’m very proud of but when I got into the surgery room she pressed down hard on my neck as though she was trying to kill me. This freaked me out especially right before being drugged but I had no choice in passing out. My unconsci
A Hard Reflection to BareI looked in the mirror one Sunday morning. My hair was a mess, nails dirty and unclipped, and my wrists were red from pinching my sinful nature away. Why wouldn't these feelings go away? I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to make it all go away. I picked up the bottle of pills from my dresser and studied it very closely. The colors of it, the scientific wording, and all these things were all unimportant but as far as I knew these were the last things I’d ever get to see. I opened the bottle as death’s shadow loomed over me. His warm breath felt familiar on my neck. The thoughts had crossed my mind so much I wasn't afraid of him anymore. He was a welcome visitor in my mind. I waited for his kind embrace but nothing happened. I had dropped the bottle. Tears fell down my neck as pills scattered across the floor. They ran underneath my furniture as if they were afraid of me, but who would ever be afraid of such a cowardly giant? I fell back on to my bed drenched in sweat a
The Clock of A Lifetick tick tick
A new mother looks down at her new born baby girl wrapped in a soft blanket and smiles warmly.
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A little girl, no older than 1, pulls the horrid pink ribbon her mother had placed in her hair out with satisfaction.
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A little girl, no older than 2 and a half, hates the dress her mother made her wear to play in, All my friends will laugh at me She thought sadly as she ran off to find the group of boys.
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A little girl, no older than 4, is told by her mother that she can no longer get her clothes in the boys section of the store for it was time for her to start acting more like the princess she was, but why can't I be the prince like my friends? She thought to herself, never voicing the question.
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A little girl, no older than 5, is having the best day of her life so far as she gets her long golden locks chopped of for the first time, smiling all the while.
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A little child, no older than 6, coming
It's been a while since I've thought about you at all.
But that's not the truth at all.
Truth is, I still miss you.
And like yesterday and the day before that,
I love you.
Do you remember those times?
Do you remember when you called me your and I called you mine?
Do you remember when we fought for what we thought was right?
Do you remember when we used to stay up and talk until we saw daylight?
Do you remember those times?
When I called you baby boi and had you call me baby girl ?
When I told you I loved you from the bottom of my heart?
When I promised you I'd love you even after we were no more?
I wonder if you're doing okay.
I wonder if you'll be angry if I text.
I wonder if you're keeping your promise.
I wonder if your thinking of me like I'm thinking of you.
Or have you moved on with your life?
Forgotten about me, as I had always feared, so that it hurts less
Do you miss me the slightest amount of how I miss you?
Do you love me still
I amI am in third grade.
I like a boy in my class, all the others are icky. Girls are better than them.
I am in forth grade.
Some boys are cute, most are weird. I learn I like girls. I feel scared and alone.
I am in fifth grade.
Only some boys are ok, alot are weird. I like a girl in my class. I tell a 'friend'. Rumors spread.
I am in sixth grade.
Boys are weird. I am a lesbian.
I am a lesbian.
I am a lesbian. I am a lesbian.
I am a lesbian.I am a lesbian.I am a lesbian.
I am a lesbian.
I am 14 years old. And I don't know how to say anything to anyone.
I just need to tell you.
I am a lesbian.
LGBT SPEECH We are human, are we not? We are as human as each other and as human as anyone else is. Others may ridicule us because of our sexuality, but when you get down to it, we walk the same Earth as they do, we breathe the same air they do, we do the same things they do in our daily lives. We are humans, just as they are, and no matter what some may say, don't let yourself forget that!
We are not superior, just as no one else is superior over us. We deserve equality because the human race is equal. Humans all differ from each other in appearance, personality, talent, voice, attitude, and so on. We've learned to accept people for their differences in skin color and gender and now we'll learn to accept people for their sexuality.
Throughout time, the minority has had to fight for their rights. The Civil War ended in 1865, with the African Americans in favor,
it starts with youCan you hear the silence?
The injustice is unbearable
There is no noise that can fill the void
But the change can start with you.
And the pain can all stop here
I know this is true
You should too.
It's funny how the change can start with you.
You can be an ally
By refusing to stand by
Your decision is the deal breaker
You should know, it can all start with you.
You can't hear the silence
(but you know it's always there)
You should know now what is right to do
Because the change can only start with you.
The HateThe Hate.
It spreads like butter.
Also like this jelly my mom made.
It's not very viscous.
So you can just pour it out.
I hate it sometimes.
Like, when I make a sammich, it sometimes leaks.
It tastes AWESOME.
The girl everyone hatesThe girl your parents would hate "If they knew me"
I'm the tease.
The girl who gets you hard then leaves you like that.
I'm the girl who says things she should keep to herself
I cuss and hit and spit.
I like what I am, I hate what you are.
Venom in my eyes but love in my heart.
Lies on my lips, My hands gripping your hips.
Shoving you against the wall.
Pictures shatter and fall.
Being so rough you start to cry.
Don't like feeling excited by this do you?
You look at me, Blood drips from where I bit you.
You don't tell me to stop so I keep going.
How rough can I be with you until you break?
You think this is love? No baby this is hate.
Just_Stay_AwayWe're different and we may stand out
But we know how to love
Certainly you don't
We'll take you out
If you can't
Or love us
Don't hate us
Just stay away
If you don't' agree
Don't throw an insult
Or curses in our direction
Just get away
Cause we will win
We will fight
If you don't believe
What we do is right
Then just stay away!
Death surrounds usFrom the day we're born
We're marked to die
People will mourn
And people will cry
In the ground our bodies will lie
A feast for the worms our bodies will be
And if your good and your actions are kind
A paradise is youll see
But if your bad you will find
The afterlife is most unkind
This is what we're promised
This is what we know
But for some that chance is missed
For the love we show
To them its a sin
They say it over and over again
They think its a choice
Whether we like girls or boys
They think its a disease
I just wish their hate would cease
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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