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he was like
a shadow in the night
as quickly as he came
he left
met by chance
loved by choice

made me feel
like I was flying
like a bird
so calm
so free

the love I had
was the kind that should be
he told me
time and time again
I was the only one
he wanted
he dreamed of
he searched his whole life for

my intentions were real
went beyond
what I could ever imagine
I reveled in his love
that he made known

I could do no wrong
in his eyes
gained the confidence
I've longed for

then the cold night
dead in the middle of March
he left
like a mirage
he vanished
his love left with him

I could no longer feel
numb
is the right word
couldn't think
couldn't act
couldn't move

still all these months later
I miss what we had
you were gone too soon
never to hear
never to see
you again

if life were like a movie
we'd be together
the fairy tale
that all girls imagine

I would get on that flight
go to you
and make you mine
again.
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Kate
When i was 13 I thought that gay and straight were things that other people were
People that weren't raised christian
People that didn't have dads
People that were abused
People that i should pray for but not get close to

when i was 14 my best friend came out as gay
i didn't see it coming but i probably should have
she wore ties every day
and plaid shirts with the sleeves rolled up
and cut her hair short as soon as she could
but i didn’t see it because gay was other people

when i was 14 i watched as the news spread like wildfire
“did you hear? that girl is gay.”
I watched as people slowly backed away from her
people that knew her all her life
that is, the people that didn’t cut her off instantly

I watched as the youth group we had both attended asked her to leave
I watched as her drama group kicked her out because they were afraid of the yearly camp we went to
that somehow knowing that she was gay made her more likely to attack the other girls in their beds than the year before

I watched.
I didn’t do anything.

what changed my mind wasn’t a change of perspective on queer people
it still took me a year to decide being gay wasn’t wrong
but i decided that my best friend was someone i would stick with
because i loved her

I quietly stayed.
didn’t make a fuss, didn’t call people out when they called her names behind her back.
I should have.
but i didn’t.
I didn’t join in, but i didn’t defend her
i didn’t say to these people
*******
that girl is beautiful and amazing
and if you can’t see through your hatred then i don’t want to be your friend either
but i didn’t .
I didn’t go through what she did.
I didn’t get kicked out of anything, i didn’t lose friends

When i was 15, i got fed up
I left that drama group.
I stopped going to that church.
I stepped away from those friends and even though i never said why
the look on my face when i ran into them and they asked, “how’s she doing?”
answered that question for them.

I spent 24 hours examining my bible
trying to find the verses that say being gay is wrong
there were barely any
and they were right next to verses that said eating pork was wrong
or planting crops next to each other
or wearing two different fabrics

there was my answer.

this isn't a story of my journey.
This isn't me building myself up
“hey, I wasn't as bad as those other people
I’m good now”

this is a story of how one person can change your life forever

if i didn't have a gay best friend
what a way to start a story, huh?
if i didn't have a gay best friend then I would still be there
quietly praying for the sins of others, but not trying to understand
so don’t look at all Christians and say
they’re awful
they’re bigoted
they’re judgmental
because we are
but often it’s because we don’t know any better
teaching us kindly works
leading by example.
So, this is the first poem I've ever actually finished. I had a emotional night, and wrote three things at about 2AM, so this is the first one.
forget the drugs. yeah, they’re going
around and yeah, they’re pretty
dangerous, but they don’t take as many
lives. stop searching kids’
lockers and start looking for the deeper
stuff, the things that leave heavier
inflictions. yeah, i
know it’s nearly one
hundred degrees outside, and
there’s girls in here wearing
long sleeved sweaters. they’re
hiding something more
sinister, something
that can’t be measured in
kilos.
Young Lady Shy
So shy you would cry
We met by and by
Eyes up she did try
Smile wide Lady Shy.

Lady Shy smiled wide
Smiling wide the fear did hide
Less fear now inside
No more knots inside tied.

No more Shy
No more cry
All bye and bye
For Young Lady Sye

She now says HI!

Say Hello!
To Not Shy Sye.
I should be happy.

I woke up alive and well,
I should be happy.

I have new books to read,
I should be happy.

I have 490 songs on my iPod,
I should be happy.

I have good grades in school,
I should be happy.

I have friends who I can talk to and fangirl with,
I should be happy.

I'm young, I have my whole life ahead of me,
I should be happy.

I should be happy,
I'm not happy.

(a.d)
I would give to you my smile
that sauntered look and walk
A long mellow daydreamed breeze
that cute look each time we talk

I would give to you the sunshine
a kind windy sun flowered field
Hopes to fill your hearts desire
with any dream your mind could wield

I would give to you the warm rain
sweet songs the whippoorwills sing
The eternal stars of the night
for you I would give everything

Tate
It is always the inner hope striven for throughout our lives that at one time our dreams will intersect with our reality. Such has been my own experience these last 4 years. A life spent alongside the one you love gives the meaning and purpose so sought for and desired. Happy Anniversary Becky!
Tate
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/1067849/
Today,
I am getting married to someone else,
I woke up with another man,
I am pregnant with the baby of someone else,
I am a mother of two daughter,
I am old now,
But
My eyes is still searching for you,
My heart is still crying,
My lips have turn pale,
My face looks like crush paper,
My body has become weak,
My soul is waiting for you to make me feel young ,
And
Now its my end,
Now for the last time,i want to see your glimpse,
Now i close my eyes forever,with your picture in my heart.

And for the last time
                 "I still love you"
The poem is about love whom we love recklessly &dream; of spending lifetime each other but things dont go the way we want and the someone we love betrays us ,leave us but still what may be situation no matter whom we are made to tied with but still the one we have loved blindly stay in our heart forever whatever they may have done but nobody can take their place." Love is not measured by money ,looks,***,pleasure,poor etc its the heart which beat everytime we see them, we think  about them ,that their one touch can make us forget everything because of our heart still care"
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