HomophobiaIt is a knife in the back of honest people, baring all for you to only stare and scoff.Homophobia in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes, were they created to judge? Your hands, were they created to destroy? You voice, was it created to opress?
And, in this life, were you brought here to hate? Do your morals point you toward hostility and anger? For I have never once looked upon you with such disgust without valid reason from my coscience. For up until now, you had not harmed me.
As a human, I looked upon you with respect. As a person, I looked upon you with courtesy.
But as a lesbian, I should not have to look upon you with fear.
The ASYLUM's Welcome MatWelcome to a world of made-up facesThe ASYLUM's Welcome Mat in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where everything is tainted with
the horror of Satan's embraces
Hear the silent, gentle cries
See their eyes
Do not despise
Pity them in conceit
For the depth of their demise
Now, quiet, you need to not to fear
Don't shed a tear
You are safe here
Although the fact that you are
May seem slightly queer
Oh how I see you're panicked now
Your head does bow
I do see how
But fret not, for in these moments
Dread we do allow
But now it is time for you to see
No longer free
The same as me
Lost and in our ASYLUM
Is where you are meant to be
The Difference in PURE LoveMost people do not know the differences between idle love and pure love. I now do.The Difference in PURE Love in Emotional More Like This
I was in love with somebody. Call it love at first sight if you wish. But it brought me to my knees and still does to this day. Everytime I see her, everytime I say her name, it brings back those feelings. The feelings that erupted inside of em when I first saw her smile, when I first heard her laugh. When I first knew that she had any interest in me whatsoever.
And it kills me.
She turned her back, of course, and I was left not only without my own heart, but with my hands empty of the affection that she had promised me. I had let myself hope. And it now levaes me cared to do so again. The pain these small, seemingly insignificant memories cause me, baffles those who are close to me. It even baffles me, for I have no explanation to why I love her. Everything that was supposed to have an explanation is left empty and cold. I have no reason.
You would think that I would call this pure. Would you?
I do not.
That is So GayWow. That is so gay.That is So Gay in Free Verse More Like This
I mean it. That is so homosexual.
Or maybe it is so jewish.
Or so asian.
Or maybe so black.
Or so kid-who-never-gets-off-their-computer.
Or so jock-who-will-peak-in-high-school.
Or so dumb-blond
Or so hetero.
When you say 'thats so gay,' i say 'thats-so-idiot-who-really-needs-a-dictionary.'
Unraveling the Pagan,Deviant Ways of Homosexualityhttp://www.towleroad.com/2012/01/ngpagan.htmlUnraveling the Pagan,Deviant Ways of Homosexuality in Letters More Like This
"The effort to create alternatives to marriage between a man and a woman are perfectly natural Pagan behaviors. But they are a fundamental violation of our civilization."
Newt Gingrich, I'm going to have a little one-sided conversation with you. Every deviant, you are welcome to listen in. Re-post with my permission. Spread my queerness like the plague if you wish.
Or shoot it down. Agree with him. But you will not change my mind or opinion.
First of all, humans, let us define 'pagan.' A person holding religious beliefs other than those of the main world religions.
In other words, if you are not Christian, Jewish, or Muslim, you are considered Pagan. Paganism is mostly heard of when talking about witchcraft, but it truly the title for all religions other than the three I have told you of.
I know many homosexuals who are not Pagan. I know many Pagans who are not gay. And yet homosexuality is Pagan in nature. Obviously.
Christians, Jews, and
Proposition 8Judgment is our enemy.Proposition 8 in Free Verse More Like This
Silence will be our downfall.
On the edge of the world lies a cliff that falls in a steep rhythm downward, breathing injustice onto our lips. Here they sacrifice human beings to their inwardly selfish morals. Here they feed the mouths of the deviously opinionated. Here they throw hatred onto the eyes of living people, a burning sensation that leaves us less blind than they. There they seal the mouths of dying mortals with the repetition of quotations that have damned them in the eyes of those who rule us. There is where men and women curl there toes around the edge of the deaths of their lives and their rights and surrender themselves to the slavery of humanity that has been thrust upon them in a time where weakness becomes deadly. This is where our tastes define us, our preferences defy us, and our love betrays us.