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Teenage Nightmaresomeday I hope to commit the crime,
of a glamourous social suicide,
i'm sick and tired of WastIng my time,
conStantly forced to Have to run and hide,

gIrls, boys, Welcome to your teenAge nightmare,
make Some noise, and maybe we can get out of here,
try to tell us what to do, we won't care,
stop the staring contests with your mirror,
Because no one's eveR gonnA win,
when eVEryonE has their persoNal handbOok,
saying everything's wrong with yoUr hair, eyes and skin,
commanding us how to act and how to look,

but i say no. stop the damn tricks and Games,
break out of your sHell of fear and ice,
we have more To live fOr than stupid fa

SheShe

My friend is not just a "she".
My friend is She.
With a capital S.
Because She is amazing.
She's funny,
She's sweet.
She's random.
She's nerdy.
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?
She's beautiful.
She's charming.
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

Claire And Summer Ch 1Claire awoke to the neighbours fighting upstairs. She sighed and tried to ignore the screaming of the husband and wife. They had been doing this every morning for a week now. She hadn't gotten a glimpse of them yet, they had moved in not too long ago and she growled covering her ears with a pillow. She took out her phone and smiled at her Tegan background. It was 6 am and she'd have to get up in an hour and a half anyways, to get ready for her first period class. It was no big deal that she was gay. Everyone knew, but it's not like they ACTUALLY believed her. She was tall, with long, straight blond hair and perfect green eyes. She was part o

Love?She's so beautiful.
I love her just the way she is.
I shouldn't feel this love-
I'm only just a kid.

Her smile lights up my whole day.
Her eyes are brighter than the sunlight.
Her body has the perfect complexion.
She's who I think about at night.

I want to keep living, just for her.
She's about everything I've got.
I wish she felt the same way about me.
She's got me completely distraught.

My emotions for her go far too deep.
She has no idea how I want to hold her.
Without her, I'm painfully dying.
My body keeps getting colder.

When I look at her, It's impossible to look away.
She's so gorgeous, it's got me hypnotized.
When I

If I Write You PoetryIf I write you poetry,
Will you fall in love with me?

And if I tell you every day,
How I hope you'll always stay
Will you show me open arms
Or leave me with a broken heart?

Learning from my past mistakes
All completely for your sake
I hope it shows I really care
That all I want is you right there.

I won't lie and say I'm fine
Being all alone this time.
I've had enough of being told
Their mirrored feelings just can't hold.

You're so different from everyone I've ever known.
You're right: I feel it in my very bones.

So please, just say yes.

Dear DiaryDear Diary,
Is it really that bad?

I mean… To have 2 dads…
My friend Sasha came over after school today, and told me it was weird that I'm the only girl at school who doesn't have a mom.
I told her that I didn't need a mom if I had 2 dads.
She asked me where I came from if I had two dads.
I don't know where babies come from yet… Daddy and Papa told me that I'm to young to know just yet.
So I just shrugged.
She asked me if my Daddy and Papa ever kiss.
I told her they do, because they are in love.
Then she said two men couldn't kiss.
But they can. I see Papa give Daddy a peck on the lips before he goes off to work.
Sh

you are my high school love.she was a nerdy loner in the school,
they called her Bomb,
she thought it was a joke,
they though she'll explode one day,
from all the bullying she had to cope with.

she was the popular girl,
Stacy was a perfect blonde,
with a secret,
and no one to tell.

Bomb met Stacy in a lunch brake.
Stacy didn't know her,
even that Bomb sat in front her in the chemistry class.
it was just a passing moment,
and they walked in different ways.
Bomb never knew,
Stacy turned to look back at her.

Weeks went pass,
Stacy gathered courage to go to talk to her,
"come with me."
Stacy said.
Bomb thought,
this was again the time,
when she would f

Homophobia in Modern SocietyThe issue of all the homophobia still present in our culture today is a great issue for me seeing as some of my closest friends have been a victims of this in several ways from derogatory name-calling to outright physical violence. This subject has been present in human society for many years, and only recently has it gotten notable recognition, though seven people and many more had to commit suicide for the issue to be given the recognition its deserved

One of the most common homophobic phrase used is that it "Goes against The Bible and thus it goes against God", commonly exploited by The Westboro Baptist Church located in Topeka, Kansas, w

I still recall...I still recall the look on your face
That lit through the darkness
I still feel that first kiss that barely grazed my lips
That made my heart ache in all the good ways
The words you whispered in my ear
Only for us to hear
Why did you tell me you loved me?
When all you did was go

I recall so many nights
That were spent under the moonlight
Where the air was cold and damp
But you still wanted to hold my hand
In those night's you were mine
You wanted to be held in my arms
My heart jumped through my shirt
I wonder if you ever miss my arms

I wish I understood this relationship we are in
Yes I am you're best friend
I can tell by h

RaptureIn the course of life I lost the light. I lost that feeling of Euphoria. In the course of death I found you. There in that place I thought I would emerge from in a body bag, I found you.

I was never religious, not even when every breath sent me farther into hell. And then I felt your touch, and spun off into oblivion. So when sometimes I catch myself breathing a prayer when we're together, I don't mind.

Because I thought I was broken beyond repair. I thought I was alone. And then you took my hand, and let me lead you out of there. And then you let me protect you, and gave me a reason to smile. You re-kindled the fire, and set me ad

She Dose Not Know..

She's not sure of who she anymore...
She doesn't know who she loves...
Once thought of As queer...
It's now no longer clear....

Her Heart is aching and breaking.. and no longer here....

Hopefully not lost friendI see you in the halls
everyday
I doubt you know I'm there
Lately I see you everywhere yet no words form from my mouth
I see you with your friends
funny enough most of them are my friends too
we travel in the same groups mostly
but always in different directions
never really finding each other

Thinking back to the time where we talked every day
It fills me with sadness
as I wonder
What happened?
Where did it go?

Just today you sat a few seats away
You walked right past me
And maybe it was just me
But I swore you looked at me for just a moment
Before you turned and left
Later you stood just on the other side of the glass

QuestionsCould someone ask them, please,
Just where they get off saying
We've less right to be happy,
Or less right to go dancing?

Could someone ask them, please,
Why those like me are bad,
How our mere existence hurts them,
How we can make them sad?

Can someone ask them, please,
Why are so many crying,
Don't they care at all,
As we're bleeding, dying?

Could someone ask them, please,
What's so wrong with them,
That they could hate love itself,
Surely shows problems within?

Could someone ask them, please,
Just who the hell are they,
To tell me I am sick and wrong,
That we all should go away?

Could someone ask them, please,
Because

Don't give up on MEDon’t give up on ME

Your eyes are filled with sympathy
Sadness for not seeing what you once adored
Sorry I disappoint you
I do not mean to

I died along the way
I languish in the inability to make things right
Unable to control my destructive circumstances emasculates me
I guess I am floundering in self pity

Once My belief structures were shattered
I became subject to most any outcome
Whatever is?Is Whatever Will Be
I can not distinguish anything

I am usually not a fatalist
I am the most positive thinking person I know
My shinny outlook is now fading
What is the purpose of this life’s travesty?

I miss you my beloved:

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These memories I own,
This feeling I have.
I never can explain,
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This reason of mine.
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Social Suicide?

by ~Ze-Russian, Apr 30, 2010, 3:11:49 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Oh, someday,
I would love to commit the act,
The act so set on my mind.
I want to commit the act
Of social suicide.
I want to be strung up
By a rainbow dyed rope.
I wish I could shout to the world
What's on my mind.
How I just want to tell
Everyone I know.
But I can't
Because I'm scared.
I know I should be proud of who I am,
But what if others
Aren't proud of what I am?
So I keep to myself,
Until one day
When I am ready to hang by my rainbow rope.

Social Suicide?by ~Ze-Russian

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

ok... i wrote this today after my chem test! i wrote it because i read this poem... [link] ... and i felt like it. so, i'm still trying to discover a lot about myself... but it's a lot harder than i thought, so i just write my feelings down, and this came out

i hope you enjoy... but if you don't... then oh well

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*Kumoko-Tei Feb 3, 2011 Student General Artist

I just re-read this and I wish I could "Super-favorite" something.

~Ze-Russian Feb 3, 2011

Oh, well thanks (:

~Oshini Dec 5, 2010

Ugh, I definitely feel this way, too. Hopefully, we'll someday soon find the courage to be honest and open without fear.

~Ze-Russian Dec 5, 2010

Yeah. Well, I want to wish you the best of luck with your search.

~soundtrack67 Dec 1, 2010

I love it, it's full of heart
I really like the rainbow rope idea

~Ze-Russian Dec 1, 2010

thanks!

~StrykeWolf Nov 29, 2010

me 2 eh, good luck

~Ze-Russian Nov 29, 2010

thanks!

~ChocolateSkulls Nov 28, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

Don't worry so much, worry will only cloud your mind.
Trust me, I know how you feel, over thinking, and worrying will cause more pain on your part.
All you have to do, is go with how you feel, and love who you are

I liked the poem BTW

~Ze-Russian Nov 29, 2010

Thanks. I'm trying to do the whole not worrying thing and hopefully I'll be there soon. Thanks for your advice!

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