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A Poet's Secret (Gay Rights Poem - True Story)I love the feeling of the pen on the paper,
As I slide it to write out a tale.
Spilling my heart in the form of black ink;
In writing I never will fail.
I love the stories inside of my head,
So full of hope and peace.
Writing is marvelous, it is simply grand,
It lets all my emotions release.
One day I decided I will no longer hide,
I'll let all my fans know I'm gay.
So I did, I came out; I told the world!
But I regret the words I did say...
I was arrested, thrown in a jail;
Then I was put on death row.
One day I'm brought out, with two others like me,
And then guns all started to blow.
Two metal bullets were shot right at me,
Both of them went in my rear.
The officer said, "I shot this grand poet,
Simply for being a queer!"
I was once a grand poet, I was the best!
I was becoming famous quite fast!
But my dreams were cut short since I was gay,
And my wonderful life didn't last.
I love the feeling of the pen on the paper,
As I slide it to write out a tale.
Spilling my heart in the form o
DepressedI hate the pain.
I hate the crying.
I just want someone to love me.
I’m sick of trying.
The pain kills me.
I wish it would stop
My body is breaking down.
It feels like my heart is going to pop.
Just rip my heart out.
I don’t want it any more.
I’m running away from everyone.
I’m putting myself behind a locked door.
B.U.R.N.I.N.G O.N T.H.E I.N.S.I.D.EBlazed hearts
Unconscious for eternity
Rescuing in need
Never to be awaken
Night-shaded even in the shadows
On-going destructive misery
Numb on the inside
Tomorrow is bleak
Hollow and consumed
Insignificant compared to the world
Shadows injected, poisoning the victim
Death wishes granted
Even in death, we suffer
Why don't you tell me
how you and P-21
had sex last night
lost 46 times to him at tic-tac toe
or how about when
we went to the tunnel and I
passed out on the way there
and I want to know
if I have any family yet
is P-21 my father?
that blue pony is weird
pull the tape
from my eyes
tell me the truth
I want to realize
stop feeding me
why can't you tell me
what happened at stable 99
I had to kill everypony
they all lived happily ever after
or when you decided
you had to erase my memories
I did what was best for you
I made you forget
and I need to know
who will be there for me
P-21 isn't ready to be a father
he is somewhat miserable
pull the poison cloud
from my eyes
I need my father
by my side
what emotions you have
you can't hide
why didn't you leave me
like the rest of them?
I thought you weren't infected
you are P-21's daughter
You were my way out
you are one adorable little pony
or why did you think
they were gonna rape me?
I needed my butt rumped
I need yo
It all to hellI overspilled my intentions
they made a mess on the floor
in the tangle there was tissue from hearts
and we were bleeding in our chests
I expected the universe to put a lens
against the open window but nobody came
knocking. Looking back to the spectacle,
I was alone, hands full of crimson
Funny, I thought my suicide would
cause havoc to the floors
but doesn't matter, vigorously
I'm still pounding on Hades' door
Freak InsideFrom the deep I cry for help.
Rushing threw the dark path.
Existing for the truth then a lie.
Accepting the truth from the lie.
Keeping me from the true me.
I am not who I use to be.
Nothing is what I become.
Someday with be the last.
In corner there is life.
Death will overcome life.
Everyday is a starless night.
I'm just a freak inside.
Modern Day SavoirDrowning in darkness of deep despair,
Believing lies, truths not there,
Shining upon scars, see this ray of sunlight,
Reaching your broken smile hidden in the night,
Hearing the tear drops falling from your eyes,
Believe my hidden secrets, tell my stolen lies,
Bring me to the surface, give me air to breathe,
Let you see the truth upon my broken dreams.
Wild Animal DesiresJane really wanted a Red Panda for a pet.
“He'll maul you to death" I warned.
But she didn't listen.
“They're so cute, Winston!" She argued.
The funeral's Monday.
Where I'm from poem...Where I’m from
I am from a lead pencil laying on my sketch book waiting to be used to draw anything that could come to mind
I am from that little apartment around the corner of Second Street of Milladore
I am from the flower that was no fragrance, though people thing it does have a fragrance, but I think differently
I am from Christmas where my family gets together and have lunch and supper
I am from the Mancl family and the Pierson family
From being called boy by my grandpa to being called Derek Joseph by my mother
I am from the holy catholic church of Saint Wenceslaus
I’m from Saint Michael’s hospital in Stevens Point Wisconsin
I am from my heart which loves many, though if you break my heart or my friends, I will shatter yours ten time worse, and by the time I’m finished with you, you will be begging and pleading for mercy!
From the time of birth to the time of death, I will love the people that I care about
I am from my mind and soul, where all of my
My storyIm just a girl thats plain to see...
but yet whats hiding inside of me?
Yes i ve been hurt and it shows
but a light within really glows
im not that pretty
not very witty
being used and abused
with one big emotional bruise
my life isnt pretty
it really isnt great
but yet i leave all up to fate..
then i met you...
you changed my tune
to an up-beat melody
a peaceful harmony...
then she came along and took you away
i sit here and pray waiting for that day
you return back to me
and make my life a happy melody
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