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To me it means being me To me it makes me feel free To me it means being who I want to be To me it means not minding what others see The love we share between you and me...

Hearts beat as one Across the town Laughs shared together Through the air Eyes sparkle lively After every joke shared But eyes want to meet Only question is where Is it really possible To keep hearts apart When they've spent years together Pierced with friendship sweet dart Let your eyes sparkle clear And your heart ring true I hear it in your voice and I want to see you.....

IAM SO VERY SAD THIS MISERABLE WEATHER MAKES ME FEEL BAD THERE'S NOTHING TO DO IT'S HOT OUTSIDE I LOOK AS THOUGH, SOMEONE HAS DIED I JUST CAN'T THINK OF ANITHING TO DO I TRY TO BE HAPPY,BUT IM FEELING BLUE I PLAY SOLITAIREAND DOMINOS ALONE BUT IT'S SO BORING I SIGHT AND I GROAN SITTING DOWN, FEELING THE DRAIN I FEEL SO UNHAPPY IT BRINGS ME IN PAIN I WANT BETTER WEATHER,I WANT TO SE SOME GIVE ME A BULLET AND GIVE ME A GUN I FEEL SO WEAK AND TIRED TOO THIS IS HOW I FEEL WHEN IM NOT WITH YOU.............

I want to tell you something you should know, Something that you might not want to hear. It is, however, true of me, and so If you would know me, I must make it clear. I am a woman who loves other women. I could not, nor would want to be aught else. I am your daughter and a lesbian. Please make a place for that within yourself. Please love me as I am, as I love you No differently from when I was a child. I am the daughter that you always knew Save for one sweet way that fate has smiled. Whatever you decide, I'll love you still, For love heeds not the weather, but the will.

I can't read, I can't write, I'm apparently illiterate. Just goes to show how much a simple piece of paper means, the one I've sat & re-sat four times. One exam, one, single, exam. I can't pass it, I can't prove my literacy to the ones I need to, because, according to the government, I'm not. I haven't got that little piece of paper, with the big letter on it, D, D, D, D. Four times, the same letter. D, and here's what it means. Destruction of Dreams. Damned and Disintergrated. Degraded and Disappointed. Because I never got more than a D. C would be Celebratory, B would be a Bonus and A would render me Amazed. But I can'

Through these teary eyes of mine Tears run strong These trails of water Sweat and blood Tears They wont say a word Pictures racing And bones slowly breaking Muscles have reached there limit I've made my peace Wont you smile for me As I stand here Teeth clenched Eyes lost in this demon Fists and arms splayed Ready for more pain More Freedom There's blood on the floor Yet we haven't swung yet Eyes locked Heads aren't facing each other I can see Why you cry You can see Why I will die One day This freedom Will dawn upon us And our worlds Will collide to make stars Let them span this horizon And make mercy For the

I gave you my  h  e  a  r  t And thats all i can give you And if thats not enough Then i  m    n  o  t   e  n  o  u  g  h. I gave you my  s  m  i  l  e And even though it is fake It is my one and only And ill   g  i  v  e   i  t   t  o   y  o  u. I gave you my  h  a  n  d And the touch of our fingertips Is the only thing i wish for I save  m  y   w  i  s  h  e  s   f  o  r   y  o  u. I gave you my  l  a  u  g  h  t  e  r And maybe silent jokes cradled you Because as laughs roll of your tongue They are  a  l  l   t  h  a  t   h  o  l  d   m  e. I gave you my  e  m  b  r  a  c  e And for a moment i held my world As two souls e

The Birth of an Artist. Inside me it almost feels like the young rebellious punk and even further back the child are both drifting away, or being consumed by something new. Somewhere from within their remains the real me is rising, "The Artist" the thing that i have always aspired to be but never felt quite there. In the young punks demise I am not sure what to feel, sorrow? maybe at the loss of chaotic freedom, or perhaps even joy? a release from being so chaotically free, i do not know which, but the consumption of the inner child is something I morn, for the child's mind is limitless and impressionable, qualities which i hold i high value