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A poem by Mike from Boston
Faggot
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Bill Shakespeare coined this phrase:
what's in a name?
Nothing probably, but this name is designed to bring with it a great deal of
shame so what is a "faggot"?
I
hear that word, and I'm not sure if I can hack it
So I stumble, drop the ball it's a fumble
last quarter of the football game, ten seconds to go, take me back and put me
on the bench now I can smell
it in the crowd,
the stench
burning eyes, going legally insane
like the sudden surprise...
of gettin' hit by a fuckin' train
what is gay? what is straight?
'cause who really knows what
a guy thinks of just before he starts to masturbate
nothin' in the world is sadder
than a young confused teen whose soul's been shattered
but it will, if you let it, so don't
will eternal
hatred go away? it won't.
a word is only as powerful as you let it
but it will
it doesn't matter your name, his name, date of birth, or his special skill...
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Two poems by Kamen, USA
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1)Passion
Someone to diversify my life,
to hold me when sorrow strikes,
to kiss me tenderly unexpectedly,
to touch my
figure in its every condition,
to excite a gloomy day,
to see the world differently,
to take my beating heart to its limits,
to have unique flaws and gifts to love.
I would rather have all
this then none of it,
even if it s just for a moment.
2)Me
All is so gay now,
When you are around me,
Why do I love him?
I feel so free,
I used to be accepted.
But
now,
I m just me.
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I open my eyes and want to cry
I close them tight and want to die
I feel alone, ashamed, and scared
Today I wont get out of bed.
Morning passes, noon has
come
I lay in bed my body numb.
I breath a breath with little hope
Noon now passes, I can not cope.
Night soon falls, the day has passed.
I made it through, this day my last.
I
write my note, admit Im gay.
I slit my wrists
I float away.
(Jamie, Australia)
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Coming Out To Myself!
Al-Antony, Melbourne, Australia
I am trying hard not to kiss you.
I am trying even harder to not be with you.
I keep on covering my heart with lies.
Smothering it, I don t know why?
I
need to tell you that I am attracted to the same sex.
Will you think of me any less?
I need to free myself and find peace.
I need to try and understand all of this.
I just want to be
accepted like anyone else.
To be respected and not shadowed in doubt.
I need to come out
Even if it is to myself.
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Bleeding Soul
by Tristian Harlow
Blood drips sadly to the ground
Upon falling leads way to a
river
Of hurt and pain, two years of love
And caring demolished by one day of your hate.
Alone and lost, not understanding, fear and rage polluting everything, wishful thinking, broken and
bleeding, tears unnoted everyday, hidden pain from those around, nobody sees the knife that your twisting.
Trust destroyed and forever gone, hope and pleading all locked up, sweet lovesick notions and pure
devotion bitterly broken by your hatred potion.
Kindness returned by your arrogance, sweetness returned by your abhorrence.
Wanting, needing, lusting, leaving, holding and molding to please you
laughing while crying, grinning while lying about all the pain that you put me through, maybe its fate that you only have hate, but I shall always love.
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Blood Dragon Song Written by: Kyo Million
[ i wrote this the night i tried to kill myself, my boyfriend had been mad at me and he told everone i knew that i was guy & my parents
disowned me]
On a cold September night you will find me, resting on a rock so sad and weary.
And if you are to look into my forsaken eyes, I must now apologize for what you may
find.
I was once so tender and passionate, but now I am cold hearted and decadent.
I wander the nights alone and wanting, someone to be brave enough and call for
me.
But all
that I am given is abhorrence, I m even starting to believe I deserve it.
And tears of bright red blood burn at my face, proving to the world that I am a
disgrace.
Never have I felt such pain
coarse through me, sending emotions wildly wailing.
I feel the fire burning higher, shooting through my body as if it were a hot
wire.
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Coming Out -anon
Here inside the man you've seen,
Hides the man I have always
been.
A wife and children, My future you see.
But no my friend, They're not for me.
I'm not that man, And now at last,
I can reveal My hidden past
Shame and lies And secret pain:
Fear has been The name of the game.
Trapped between The truth and despair,
Living in my death-dark lair
Well the day has come
And I choose light.
It's time to end my hopeless
fight.
I am not what you thought,
I am gay you see.
So will it be love or hate for me?
Will I still be your friend,
Will it all be the same?
Or will you reinforce my world of
shame?
Will I have to hide and fear and run?
Or has my new life just begun?
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Why -by Jason (Lisbon, USA)
June 30, 2008
Why
Why am I like I am,
Why am I me?
Why can't I just be… Normal?
I am in and out of sight
Submerged in my secret fight
I just want it to be right
For I cannot see the light.
I am in and out of sense
I clearly see the remise
Looking out through my eyes.
Why am I who I am
Why am I this way
It is hard from day to day.
Why can't I be like the others
Why
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