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andy-kittysmasher
andy-kittysmasher
Just waiting to call myself, my own
STOP... there is no use in thinking like that STOP... put the razor down STOP... don't cry at your desk, it isn't worth it STOP... tell them the truth STOP... don't tell the girl all of your secrets STOP... don't ask her to come in with you God, if only i could have carried a STOP.... Sign around with me. If only i would have listened to my consious, constantly telling me to STOP... and rething what i was doing. To STOP... and put myself first to STOP... and think of what i'd be thinking now. If i could tell myself back then what i know now, I would say, those thoughts are not true the lines you create will forever be regretted the kids at school don't care if they upset you, don't show them your tears Tell them the truth, because so much would be different today if you do The girl who knows everything about you, will use it against you later and making the mistake of letting her in with you will run through your mind every day but mostof all, keep going don't STOP life just because you are sad. Don't STOP dreaming Don't STOP fighting and most of all don't STOP breathing
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
To The Girl I Once Was
I tend to get stares... Looks... The occasional "are you gay?" With a quizzical look of disgust. Well, to answer your question, no, I am not gay. In a society built around judgment and stilted above common sense, Being gay would mean that I'd have to find women utterly disgusting, flick my wrists, speak with funny and awkward inflections, right? Do you think I speak with funny and awkward inflections? Good! Because I'm so not gay. Being gay would mean that I love to shop, well I hate it! My fashion sense does not exceed that of a box of colorful crayola crayons melting away in the blistering Las Vegas sun because you see, I don't live in San Francisco, or New York, or anywhere "gay" people live. I am not gay. Being gay would mean that I am immoral but I can assure you, moralistically speaking, that morals are what keep me routinely from listening to Lady Gaga, who I've heard, despite her catholic upbringing, is a devout devil worshiper and I sure as hell don't worship Satan! Oh no, I am not gay. My father once told me, in his manliest tone that if I ever became sweet or my tank profusely filled with sugar that he'd disown me and rid me of his home. However last time I checked, I don't have a tank and one lick of my tanned brown skin would reveal that I am in fact quite salty! Salty, as defined by Urban Dictionary, means to be ****** Bitter. Angry. Well father, there aint nothing sweet about my wrath. I'm infuriated. I'm angry not because I'm not able to fulfill the holistic criterion society has built in order to be gay, No, I am more upset that there is actually a set of rules dictating whether or not someone is gay. Now listen to me when I tell you, I am not gay I am not gay because I have yet to inject myself of substances with an unsterile needle for all purposes of getting high. No, I have yet to discover my last ****** partner was diagnosed with *** and that I may very well have the virus. No, I have yet to interiorly decorate my bedroom with the warm crimson fluid that is my blood because some punk at school thought it was cute to label me a queer. I have yet to be gay because being gay in today's society means I am reckless. I am promiscuous. I am a ********* Well, guess what society, I am not gay. I am, in fact, a man, who is not your personal show dog for your fashion approval that you can tote around in some cute Gucci bag. I am a man, who can still appreciate the beautiful magnificence that is a curve when he sees one no matter the person's gender. I am a man who, despite what you may be expecting, is a man who, no matter how hard you try to box me in a confined image, is a man who, will fight to freely be in love with who he wants to be in love with, who is a man who is not gay but a man who loves men. I am not gay. ..
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
I am NOT gay
I tend to get stares... Looks... The occasional "are you gay?" With a quizzical look of disgust. Well, to answer your question, no, I am not gay. In a society built around judgment and stilted above common sense, Being gay would mean that I'd have to find women utterly disgusting, flick my wrists, speak with funny and awkward inflections, right? Do you think I speak with funny and awkward inflections? Good! Because I'm so not gay. Being gay would mean that I love to shop, well I hate it! My fashion sense does not exceed that of a box of colorful crayola crayons melting away in the blistering Las Vegas sun because you see, I don't live in San Francisco, or New York, or anywhere "gay" people live. I am not gay. Being gay would mean that I am immoral but I can assure you, moralistically speaking, that morals are what keep me routinely from listening to Lady Gaga, who I've heard, despite her catholic upbringing, is a devout devil worshiper and I sure as hell don't worship Satan! Oh no, I am not gay. My father once told me, in his manliest tone that if I ever became sweet or my tank profusely filled with sugar that he'd disown me and rid me of his home. However last time I checked, I don't have a tank and one lick of my tanned brown skin would reveal that I am in fact quite salty! Salty, as defined by Urban Dictionary, means to be ****** Bitter. Angry. Well father, there aint nothing sweet about my wrath. I'm infuriated. I'm angry not because I'm not able to fulfill the holistic criterion society has built in order to be gay, No, I am more upset that there is actually a set of rules dictating whether or not someone is gay. Now listen to me when I tell you, I am not gay I am not gay because I have yet to inject myself of substances with an unsterile needle for all purposes of getting high. No, I have yet to discover my last ****** partner was diagnosed with *** and that I may very well have the virus. No, I have yet to interiorly decorate my bedroom with the warm crimson fluid that is my blood because some punk at school thought it was cute to label me a queer. I have yet to be gay because being gay in today's society means I am reckless. I am promiscuous. I am a ********* Well, guess what society, I am not gay. I am, in fact, a man, who is not your personal show dog for your fashion approval that you can tote around in some cute Gucci bag. I am a man, who can still appreciate the beautiful magnificence that is a curve when he sees one no matter the person's gender. I am a man who, despite what you may be expecting, is a man who, no matter how hard you try to box me in a confined image, is a man who, will fight to freely be in love with who he wants to be in love with, who is a man who is not gay but a man who loves men. I am not gay. ..
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1. When you think you love someone, take a step back. When all you can see is the way they have shaped you into what they've wanted, just like your parents have all these years, walk away 2. When they tell you that you can't do it, look at them and prove you can. 3.when everything inside of you is screaming to just jump the bridge... Don't. Because tomorrow won't be there if you do and I promise, tomorrow will miss you. And tomorrow has a new adventure. Be excited 4. When you see that girl across the table, and she scares you. Kiss her. Kiss her hard because you scare her too, but somehow it'll work. 5. When one day you wake up and food is no longer your best friend, when you can't stand the smell of your favorite meal, eat it anyway. Because when I stepped on the scale and saw I've lost 10 pounds in a week, I realized there was something wrong. 6. When you can't be yourself somewhere, leave. So that's what I'm doing. ...leaving
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
The Things I Have Learned
Because of you I’m not lost Because of you I have hope Because of you I’m not afraid to look in mirror Because of you I’m not afraid to hurt Because of you The scars on my legs don’t scare me anymore Because of you I don’t make scars on my legs Because of you I can feel my future Because of you I don’t feel sick Because of you I don’t eat too much Because of you I don’t have holes in my heart Because of you I want to have a family Because of you I realized that love is real And it doesn’t always have to feel one sided Because of you I don’t cry myself to sleep Because of you I don’t feel alone Because of you I believe in God …again Because of you I don’t feel like He hates me Because of you And your family I know what family feels like Because of you I don’t fight stupid battles in my head Instead, I let them out knowing I win Because of you I’m free From the bricks that once kept me from moving Because of you I can dream Because of you I can love myself Because of you I don’t want to die If it weren’t for you I might not be here If it weren’t for you I’d probably have given up If it weren’t for you I know I would have given up So, Thank you.
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
A poem for Emily,
"I love you," she said with her hand in her lap as she looked up at her mother whose hand began to tap "I love you," she repeated staring at her mom just praying she'd say it back but silence is what did come. "I love you," she screamed and she looked up with fear the woman got up and left her alone here "I love you," she sobbed but her mom didn't care she left her there, helpless without a single care "I still love you," she sobbed "unconditionally but I guess my mother can't love the actual me."
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
I love you,
I close my eyes And lick my lips As Full hands Turn into finger tips They go down my side Then over my thighs The hands begin to undo The laces on my shoe Then the buttons on my pants Maybe this is what they call romance The hands know what's next And what'll feel best As they slip between my legs The more my body begs They stroke where it feels right And my muscles become tight When I finally I *** And all of my body is numb I finally open my eyes And realize my body has told lies For I lay in bed alone With only hands of my own
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
Intensity
I want to be your pick-me-up I know that times get hard And hearts begin to ache I'll do what ever is needed To stop your earth quake
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
Let Me
When I first saw your face My mind began to race When I first held your hand It felt like melting in sand When I first kissed your lips And you held my hips It was like it would never end And my heart you did mend And when I first was between your legs Every inch of you begs But when I first said I loved you It was true
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
When I first
When you can see the sunshine in a far away land But your world is so dark, you can't see your own hand When the people around you become a clown They would do anything so you wouldn't frown All I can see is the darkened hill Where flowers and butterflies no longer appeal YOU are the reason for what I've become And the reason I have become so numb When the sun comes out and the dark disappears I'll stand up tall and brush away your tears No longer will I care what anyone says Therefore I'll be happy for the rest of my days BUT, I fear those days will never come And I'll be stuck here, numb Because I can see the sunshine in a far away land But my world is so dark, I can't see my own hand.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
Sunshine
"I've been shot" , That's when I pulled the trigger .
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
911 Whats Your Emergency