This group's purpose was to collect every deviantART ID related to the National Coming Out Day, Monday,
But we started to support other causes, like the Spirit Day October 20th
Coming Out Day Oct 11th '10
Spirit Day Oct 20th '10
My wordsThe amount of words spoken everyday can become repetitive.
“I want to be stronger.”
They don’t sink in anymore because we've overused them.
“Why doesn't anyone love me?”
No longer can we start a revolution, or inspire a world.
“We can do it! Keep on fighting!”
Instead we wind up sounding cliche.
“I want to die”
No longer are we the poets who make people cry.
“Life is shit”
Instead we leave a blank feeling, because we've heard it before.
So we are left with this emptiness.
But that can’t be true.
Because it’s too cliche.
The feelings I can't expressTimes like this when I can’t find the rights words.
Times like this when I find myself crying.
As I have no way to express.
But this pencil twirling in my hand.
Sometimes I’ll make art, and proudly show it.
Sometimes I’ll make shit, and quickly destroy it.
With either I find they both seem to end in the same way.
With a simple message, strewed through long and tedious words.
That could be said much simpler, and probably has.
But still I say it, for it’s all I have.
Coming OutWith promises to be good,
you prayed every day
and waited for the sign,
even when a songbird touched
down on the roofs of Kansas
and went hollow on your shoulder.
The shedding of teardrops,
the coming out of a heartland
from its religion.
Breathing the smoke of its ash,
and being washed clean of what
you thought you knew.
The locusts never come,
the harvest will yet fail,
but don't deny the butterfly
that carries you over pastures
of dairy cows too busy
to look up at you and judge.
Amendment One NC poetic rebuttalYesterdays tears flood me as I am reminded of the long festering bite of prejudice.
The pain comes in knowing that they wish for there to be nothing left of us.
I have hidden myself away as per their request inside a cage made of sorrow and fear.
To accommodate the mob's mentality as well as protect my family and peers.
My Spirit worn down by those who would judge us unworthy of compassion's embrace.
Our love to them is nothing more then a social disgrace.
Society has turned from the unknown victim laid dieing in the corner of their uncaring eye.
While hate and ignorance burn, destroying our individual freedoms one at a time.
Cruel labels are thrown to any who would dare to care and stand up or out of the crowd.
We have to make a change, right here and right now!
answering love with hate is no way to negotiate!
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