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I cant believe this...
after all these years
have finally accepted me!
All the repression
and denial about who you truly are
is finally gone!
bursting down the door
and visible to the whole world!
i have finally accepted who i am
and now i want it to be shown to the world.
Through the years
there have been many who have caught my eye
but i just threw those feelings aside
those ever haunting words to myself
"I am straight!"
repressing my true thoughts
to appease those of the "norm"
after years of repression
i tap into these emotions that i have
and discover who i truly am.
i no longer have to hide
this side of me
i no longer have to repress
how i feel
How could this happen?
I don't understand...
Who used to make me happy. ..
I can't look at them
Without wanting to cry
How could this happen?
How was i so stupid?
How could I let my guard down...
I will not be made a fool of.
This will be
The last time
I promise you
I will never drink
My bitter sorrows away
When I try and help myself feel better
Life goes and...
Makes that knife look really pretty.
A simple crushTick tock, Tick tock,
hands are rushing down the clock
I wait for you ever hopeful
I feel like such a fool
I dream of our future
the kids we'll nurture
the memories we'll make
the stories we'll create
we may not be together
but I'll love you forever
Believe In Yourself"Believe In Yourself"
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein
~Life has been barbaric to me in innumerable ways,
But it's also been a learning experience
And I've learned a lot from it.
Just living through the journey of it all.
~May not be as outstanding as I'd like it to be,
But I never know where life is gonna take me.
Could improve, could get more dreadful.
I may never know if I take my life.
~So, I just keep living hoping one day
I'll find ever lasting happiness and full fill dreams that I have.
And to find one person I can devote myself to and love endlessly.
~And be with that one person til the day life decides it's my time to expire.
That's my story.
For myself to you, I have much to articulate.
Please listen to every word of it.
~You have to look past all those attributes that you don't like about yourself.
And your visual image has nothing to do with it.
You'll one day fathom you are exquisite on the inside
And love yourself for being you.
~And it will all make sense to you
And you'll re
L.E.S.B.I.A.N.Living on the
Edge of life
I truly am
As it is all i can be
Never forget that
A Bisexual Poem.A Bisexual poem
Some people like men
Some people like women
Some may like the same genders of themselves
Some also like both
Liking both genders is being bisexual
I'm bisexual myself
No, i'm not ashamed of it
I'm proud of it
All bisexuals should proud of it
It's just who we are
Some people may accept us
And some people may not
If they don't like bisexuals, just forget about them
If they do like bisexuals, be their friend
I'm proud to be bisexual
You should be too.
Dear GodDear God,
I have some questions.
Why is my love for another man a sin?
What is so unacceptable about true love?
Why did you make me this way?
And don't even say that it's a choice.
I was born this way,
Just accept it.
You apparently made me the way I am.
So why is it so wrong,
To be me?
If I could choose,
I would be straight,
Considering how wrong I seem to be about love.
I would just like to say,
That you're misleading your people.
They have it all wrong.
Take this for instance:
People are being killed,
For something that they can't control.
For being themselves.
For doing something so...
I'm going to burn in Hell,
For not doing anything wrong,
Especially since I was made this way.
They call us faggots,
Say were "possessed by the Devil",
And attack our ways of life.
What did we do wrong?
How will our marriage affect them?
The simple answer is that it won't.
Nothing negative will happen,
If we en
Same SexCotton candy hair,
Shiny green eyes
Melting my heart
A day at a time
Sent through the mail
Gifts for my girl
A pillow in return
A bit of distance
Soon to end
Holding me close
Something to look forward to
Craving your lips
Wanting your kiss
My bed is empty
Big enough for two
Buried deep under fear
Something I find hard to accept
Loving someone of the same sex
You tell me not to be afraid
The voice of an angel
Is oh so convincing
Your arms spread like wings
Warming my heart
To be who we are
A kiss from you
Something that is a trigger
My body would tremble
Maybe even shiver
You will be mine
Can last forever
Just like in the movies
And all the love songs
Your smile will be real
You'll get what you desire
Our bodies will be together
Like ours minds have been,
My beautiful lesbian lover
What should I do?I feel trapped, enclosed like I'm in an animal cage.
I do not like this place.
Actually...I don't like anything...
Or anyone for that matter....
I've been starving myself for days now too.
I can't control myself and my emotions.
"What's wrong with me?! "
"Why is this happening?!"
Are some questions that I've asked myself OVER AND OVER AGAIN!
These questions, however, we're not given any answers
They were left blank.
Just like the empty void where my sanity used to be...
I wonder what it feels like....
To be secure. Loved. Unharmed. Wanted .
To not be called a FREAK or maybe ABNORMAL
Hopeless DreamerHopeless dreamer stays awake
In a city that begs to sleep
Where does everybody go when you need them most?
They just disappear like the mist on the coast
Hopeless dreamer waiting
For a midnight train to come
She knows that train will never pick her up,
Destined to live a life full of abandoned thoughts
Hopeless dreamer tiring
Of living without a dream
She knows they all try their best,
But they all leave her side onces midnight strikes
Hopeless dreamer takes a step
Just outside the door
Have the stars always been this bright?
Were her eyes just too tired to see them?
Hopeless dreamer finds
She isn't so hopeless anymore
They're running away tonight for good,
Just the two of them to get away
Hopeless dreamer has found
Her own hopeful voice
It's not her own voice,
But the voice that pushed her through and picked her up
Hopeless dreamer finds
Maybe a little bit of hope
His eyes are bright and wild sometimes,
And he just wants to run away like sh
My friend is not just a "she".
My friend is She.
With a capital S.
Because She is amazing.
She's one of my best friends.
I laugh with Her.
I dry Her tears.
I sing (loudly and badly) Her.
And I think I might love Her.
What's not to love?
And She's perfect for me.
I wish I could tell Her how I feel.
But I can't.
I'm not even sure if She knows I'm bi.
So I have to settle for writing down my feelings in a crappy Hello Kitty notebook.
(Seriously, the thing cost two bucks.)
Maybe someday I'll show this poem to Her.
Maybe someday I'll tell Her how I feel.
But for now,
this will have to do.
HiddenYou doubt me
cast me to the back of your thoughts
I dont want to be here
i want to be out in the open!
I want to be shared with the world!
because of the others words
you keep me hidden...
and whenever i show my face
trying to show you who you really are
you deny me
And shout those awful words
ever scaring words...
I guess i'll just stay here
waiting in the darkness until you're ready
continue to live the lie
continue to repress me
continue to deny me
I cannot fight it anymore
i cannot stop you
What is going on?
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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