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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
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
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
last wordsI killed myself today
to take the pain away
i committed suicide
to release what i felt inside
"i wonder if i die
will anybody cry?"
people hate me and my kind
why must they be so unkind?
no matter they cant follow me where im going..
-these are the last words of an LGBT teen
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
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
UnexpectedThe bell rings as I rush into class, choppy scarlet hair bouncing behind me. I take my seat, careful not to glance too much in her direction.
We all leave our seats to walk to the four corners of the class room for each topic brought up. The first corner if you had no idea what the topic was, the second for knowing a few facts, the third for knowing enough to write a decent paragraph, and the fourth for knowing enough to give a lecture to the class on the topic.
I can't help but notice that for most things she travels confidently to the fourth or third corners.
I shouldn't be surprised at all, really. She's a genius. Brilliant and witty. Cunning and smart. Amazing. Beautiful... gorgeous.
We all run back to our seats, invigorated by the unusual activity. Normally history class is just PowerPoints, notes, discussion, and random tangents usually involving New Orleans.
I run too fast,
try to sit down at my desk.
Overestimate the distance, trip over my backpack,
Smile At This PainSo tell me how to breathe with out you
Tell me how I'm supposed to go on
When I know that you're gone
I know I have to keep fighting
But I'm still hurting so much
I'll sit here and smile at this pain
Knowing that she makes you happy is good enough for me
I'm glad she's there when I can't be
Cause I'm too far away
So I'll let her have you
As I sit here and smile at this pain
I once told you that you were my everything
And I can't lie
You still have my heart
When I gave it to you it was meant for forever
But I guess that's not real
My heart's not the only one you own
I know one day I'll move on and find somebody else
Somebody who will love me back
But until that day I'll keep pushing forward
And smiling at this pain
CHORUS (2x [second time minus first line])
Give Me a Reason.Explain to me the logic of life,
when I no longer believe in it anymore.
Tell me why the world is so cruel,
Enlighten me with the stories that you
try to explain
why it's worth fighting through?
Can you eradicate all evil in this earth
and replace it with blissful peace?
Let me trust you with my heart,
I'm so lost.
So blisteringly painful;
Something I have ceased to understand.
I want a reason.
Give me one.
on why this--this shattered life--
is even worth living.
Revealing OneselfBut aren't you in love with her?
I realize that as I take another step.
One more. Just one more.
My words are caught in my throat,
In my mind,
Buried under the thickness of my tongue,
Asphyxiation from holding my own breath.
One word. Just one word.
The memories take over,
The sweet chocolate,
Peppered all over with bite marks,
Laced through with poison.
One bite. Just one bite.
Somewhere inside my cage of a body
My heart gives out,
Sick and tired of fighting
A fight it will never win.
One more. Just one more.
The metallic taste of blood
Mixes with the salt of a tear.
My lips ache from the lies.
Just say that one word
and she'll know how you feel.
I can never say it.
Bring Me Back The DarkBring me back the dark.
Bring me back the ink that surrounded us.
Bring me back the silence that hid our embrace, the blackness that shrouded us in secrets.
Bring back the safety it provided.
Bring back the secret silent dark that coated our fingertips as we traced the planes of each other's bodies, leaving streaks of night behind.
Bring back the colourless beauty that dripped from our lips as they parted, metallic and sweet and contradictory.
I miss the purpled stains I used to leave on you, kiss-prints and finger-prints and bruises.
You could bring them back, if you wanted.
You want to. I see it.
I see it in your eyes, your lips, the small of your back.I see it in the swirling ink stains you've left there as reminders.
I don't want reminders.
They are empty, hollow.
They can't bring me anything more than that.
You can bring me back the feeling.
You can bring me back the pain.
You bring me back.
Back to the silent suffering of patience.
Back to the patient movements of stars.
My Heart Of Hearts~My Heart of Hearts
There are hearts in my heart
Hearts of others I hold dear
Pieces that piece me apart
A fact I treasure to fear
When one is broken
A darkness clouds the casket
In an endless rain I lie cold, soaken
Drowning, I begin to repair the gasket
With a piece wounded, I struggle to thrive
It's a curse that makes it hard to survive
The healing process is a white connive
A gruesome innocence to contrive
Without these hearts, I am empty
I'm nothing, because I live for them
Shackled to this compulsive empathy
I hide, in the thorns of this rose's stem
While these hearts rise and fall inside
I bleed into the pool I lucidly dive
Pools of useless tears I've cried
For hearts that keep me alive
I hold hearts within my heart
They are as a part of me as my soul
If I could go back in time: just restart
I would do it all again, and bear this toll
LGBT Opinion, Theory of Knowledge Style"I Support Gay Marriage, or as I like to call it, marriage. Because I parked my car today-I didn't gay-park it." This quote, even though I cannot remember who it's by, is one of my favorite quotes. It highlights exactly how I feel about gay marriage, and the subject of homosexuality in general. When I went to see the One-Acts, The Laramie Project stood out to me because it reminded me how homophobic our world is. There are people in the world-in CCDS-who think that being gay is a separate lifestyle, a sinful choice, or a disease. This appalls me and angers me to a point where I tear up. Why am I so passionate about this? Why do I push so hard for the acceptance of homosexuality and LGBT? It's because I am LGBT. I am bisexual, and because I am, I have several things I know about the subject of homosexuality, and why there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.
First of all, last time I checked, I am currently living a life that is just like my 100% percent straight peers-only I happen to
The choice.Do I want to die?
I don't know.
How would I die?
A slow and painful death?
Or quick and painless?
Does it really matter to you?
I suppose not.
I just want to escape.
Run away to a land far beyond.
Beyond the world that I thought I once knew.
The world that has turned so cold.
So cold, its driving me to this.
My own death.
But that's oaky.
I'm happy to go.
Happy to be dead.
I wouldn't have to worry.
Worry, bout the petty things in life.
Bout, the lies and betrayal.
Just that light, at the end of the tunnel.
No one will notice.
There won't have to be no apologies.
I'll be just like a ghost.
Here one day, gone the next.
Care free and happy, in my new world.
Where I can be anyone I wanna be.
Without the judging.
And the hurt.
A place where I'll finally call 'home'.
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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