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DepressionI don't know who you are
But you're tearing me up inside
It's like you wont go away
You're all I try to hide
You're my weakness and my pain
It's almost all I feel
But deep down inside
I wish this wasn't real
You've trashed all my hopes
And crumbled all my dreams
If this wasn't what you were hoping for
Then what does all this mean?
You've taken away my happiness
Everything I wished I could be
But most of all you are
This horrible person inside of me
Sheltered in the DarknessSheltered in the darkness
I'm torn all apart
From everything they say about you
Its ripped open my heart
I care about you like no other
In a way words can't explain
Yet still everyone thinks
That you'll cause me no love, just pain
I know that everything they say
Nothing about it's true
Although deep down inside
I truly love everything about you...
Let Me BeIf you were the rain,
You'd be always knocking on my roof
And even when people question
You make it so they don't accept the proof
If you were the sun,
You'd be always in my eyes
And even when I looked away
You would still be there, no surprise
If you were the snow,
You 'd give me frostbite on my face
And because you know my secrets
You would make me feel like a disgrace
If you were a tornado,
You'd find a way to visit me
And tear apart everything I love
Then just sneak off, secretly
If you were water,
You'd suffocate me with your touch
And have me sit there and squirm
Because I don't matter to you that much
If you were a part of me,
You'd never let me go far
But what's the "if" for
Because you already are
LesbianThe love for,
The subtle curves,
Of another woman,
Draw me closer.
For she is,
Lesbian love...I look into your glittering eyes,
and I see the reflection of everything I am.
I think about you often,
and I wonder what you think about.
I wonder what you like & don't.
Each time I see you again, I can't breathe.
You make me speechless and I want to stay in your eyes forever.
When I cannot speak words,
you simply give me a perfect, brilliant smile,
and yet again,
I am breathless.
From the first moment I saw you,
I knew that there was something different about you.
Your beauty shocks me,
I fall down in surprise.
I can't believe you're in my life.
Something so delicate,
yet so far away.
Something so beautiful,
but hidden away.
The reason I feel this way,
there's no rational explaination.
I don't understand it.
All I really know is I feel so much for you,
and I hope you will too.
Mother of a Teenage LesbianNo mom.
I haven't slept with her.
I'm sure of it.
I know who I am.
This isn't just a phase.
She means more to me than anyone.
I'm sure boys don't do it for me.
This isn't for attention.
Can you just listen for a second?
How is this your fault? It's not anyone's fault.
Why is this such a big issue?
You know I love you. How could you say that?
She's a really nice girl, you should meet her.
I know dad's not around, that's not the reason.
Could you just shut up for a second!
Why is it now, you take an interest in my life?
Well you never asked!
It doesn't make me any different!
How can you even say that?
I'm not a freak!
I'm not an attention whore!
I'm not a faggot!
I love her.
Definition of a Lesbian.I am not evil.
I simply contradict a culture that took centuries to manufacture.
I am evil?
I have proven love can be defined.
That it's definition can be found in the dissection of a rainbow.
Lesbian CirclesWhat scares you?
is it the monsters under your bed?
or the thunder shaking your house at night?
What makes the hair on the back of your neck rise?
Maybe its the child at the park that stares at you with her otherworldly eyes. The one with the stained dress and the ragged little bow in her hair.
Or is it something else.
Something more sinister.
The dryness in your mouth, like on a hot summers day, that happens almost instantly when you see
That longing that rises in your chest in a manner that suggests heartburn.
The lust that clenches in your stomach like the butterflies that appear just before you speak in front of hundreds of people.
But most of all.
The pulsating heat that creeps from between your legs down to you knees.
Its so wrong.
But it feels
There is a straight line we must follow.
like good little school girls.
I dont know about you.
Lesbian.I chose this life.
I chose to set myself up as an Outcast.
I chose to hear my best friends
Tell me that I am going to hell.
I chose to hear the words Dyke and Faggot
Spat through scornful lips in my direction.
I chose to lose the love of my Family.
To hear them say that I was sick.
That I was wrong.
I chose to place the dreams
Of marrying the person I love
In a file marked as classified
By popular demand.
I chose to have the doors of my church
Slammed in my face
Because apparently, I am the exception to
"Love your fellow man."
I chose to be chastised
For holding hands in public.
I chose to look over my shoulder
At every corner
Afraid for my life simply because
I fell in love.
I chose this life.
I chose to be a Lesbian.
I take two Advil PMs for my headache. I could take them all and end this, but I take two. The sneers and dirty looks of today flash into my mind and I have to force myself to set the pill bottle down. What were my parents thinking? Sending me to a catholic school was the biggest mistake they couldve made. There isnt a Gay Straight Alliance here because its against the rules to be homosexual. No, they dont have a rule in the student handbook that says Being Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual or Transgender will resort in expulsion but they might as well. The teachers dont call on me when I raise my hand. Im a lesbian and therefore I am stupid, so why waist their time? No one invites me to sit with them at lunch. Im a lesbian and therefore I am contagious, so why risk catching the disease?
I remember when I committed suicide. I hung myself by a rainbow rope that day, with the words, Im a Lesbian spoken to the school cons
The Joy Of The Lesbian RainThis is the rain
This is the lesbian rain
"I want to swallow your fear with a kiss"
This is the Joy of the Lesbian Rain
A streetlamp illuminates her dancing yet shy eyes and the ripples of excitement of our first open mouth, (not a peck this time), desirably deep, willing and "you complete me" kiss
...a myriad of thoughts and emotions rumble through my brain
the contemplations of a life changed ...or has it ?
and of all the meanings and repercussions
and of where it might lead tomorrow and beyond
and if this kiss will lead to magnificence tonight
amid all the whirlwind of thoughts
all one million thoughts (conservative estimate) in the first ONE SECOND of this kiss
it is a kiss ...to be enjoyed and welcomed
c'mon cmon c'mon
keep it going...3 more seconds...3 more seconds
so soft and warm and wet and delicious
more seconds ...more tongue ...more passion
a kiss that possesses us both
as second after second after second
tongue twirl after tongue jab after open mouth acceptan
Gleaming CrownsProm queens wear their gleaming crowns
High heeled shoes
With their kings they prance around
Strutting their stuff
I can't imagine how they feel
In their crowns
In their heels
They have so much glam, so much appeal
For students, that's enough
For the king, a different plan
You win the queen
And you're the man
He'll probably date the girl again
Not much one can do
Popularity is the key
To win the prize
To be the bee
(Of course I refer to the "Queen Bee")
Popularity contest, true
But say the king didn't need a queen
Despite the crown
And all that gleams
But instead needed another king
To love and hold tight
And say that queen didn't need her king
Despite her gown
But maybe needed her very own queen
And they would grow old right
But society doesn't work that way
Differ from the norm
And people shy away
We can't embrace this idea today
That there could be two queens in gowns
Being gay's hard and I should know
Human's can't sit back
And enjoy the show
Bi, Gay, and Lesbian PoemIf it is so beautiful
How can it be so wrong?
And if it's not right
Then why have we been hurting all along?
If it wasn't meant to be
Then why were we made this way?
And if we were supposed to be happy
Then shouldn't this love be okay?
Why should we torture ourselves
And not be who we want to be?
And why should we be sometimes hated
By our own hurtful society?
Why should we not love
When sometimes there is so little out there?
And why shouldn't we appreciate this
When we are people who care?
But most of all I wonder
Why does it have to be real?
Shouldn't we just accept each other
And be completely honest with what we feel?
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