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I KnowI know that you need space
Time away from everything
So you can find your place

I know that you still think about me
Some small thing we used to do may trigger a memory
Remind you of how things used to be

I know that you still care
You're good at hiding how you feel
But maybe something is still there

I know there are a lot of things you don't know
Life can be overwhelming
I'm sure you'll go far, though

I also know that you will always have a special place in my heart
We might not be together
Friendship may be a good place to start

Pain

An unpleasant feeling you may think
The feeling cannot be described in only ink
It can come and go in just a blink
It would be the bitter taste if life would be a drink

It's what gets us down
It's what leaves us with a frown
Sometimes makes us want to leave town
And sometimes makes us want ourselves to drown

It sure isn't much fun
We always want it to be over and done
We can't make it undone

Pain, is a measurement of will power
Recovering from pain may take more than an hour
But in the end you will blossom like a flower

Love is FireLove is like Fire, Consuming, Unquenchable.

It will reach it's objective, no matter what is placed in it's path.

Time, Space, People, Things.

It will Burn away everything, until it reaches its Object.

Or, will Consume it self.

The TruthThe Truth

Nothing in this world… will ever be equal.

That is why bad things happen… to good people.

That is why death is life's… only sequel.

Kela lewis-morin

How To Use Life[How To Use Life]

On Earth,

     Life a unique commodity.

         It is precious.

             Though, what sets it apart

                   from other resources,

               &

Stand.All my life I've been waiting for something that never came,
But I will forever stand my ground and never lose this game,
I've had my pride stepped on and my world turned upside down,
My heart broken and tossed around,
I've come close to just giving up and throwing it all away,
But that is a non-existent day.
Call me names, talk shit, and do whatever the fuck you want,
I'll just laugh in your face and call you a cunt,
I am unable to be moved,
You may hurt me, stun me, or shock me,
Though you will never break me,
Just know I will never give up,
I have friends and family who love me,
Who will forever stand beside me,
As I will sta

Breaking NewsBreaking News.

That's somebody's mother.

Who was beaten and raped by another

Individual who couldn't control their seedy sexual desires.

Just because you can't smell the stench of burning skin.

Doesn't mean this world isn't intrinsically on fire.

That's somebody's daughter.

Who was kidnapped, molested and tortured.

By another who couldn't control their dishevelled cravings.

Super heros do not exist in this reality.

Does that mean this world is not worth saving?

That's somebody's father.

Who was shot by another individual who would rather

Resort to violence to settle a trivial dispute.

The things humans can do to each other.

No

Nobody stayed innocent thereOne's dreams smudged on the pavements
Of the city we used to love
Right next to our hopes
And mixed with someone's blood

It's raining from the empty sky
But everything stays on the asphalt
You can feel the smell of the broken rose petals
And the sound of broken hearts

And just like that, the city shattered
Pulling us down with its glory
It represented the world
But now only its ruins are left and its story

Nobody stayed innocent there
We all made sins
A perfect city of the angels
With the broken wings

And we had something human in us
Our souls started glowing
We felt too much
And by then, the city was already falling

We

Who Is She?In the corner
With an unlit cigarette,
She gently stares to the ground
Walking through the alleyway.

No one's there,
Just her and her thoughts.
With teary eyes,
Silently crying to herself.

All those personal questions
We'd somehow get around
Leaves me thinking,
"Who will I become?"

And I thought the sun was
Beautiful before you tore it down...
Nothing ever goes the way you want it,
So don't tell me that one day it will.

The sun goes down,
But she can't tell.
Her memories black out
The present that is Hell.

But it's all the same.
The phrase, "family" died.
Long ago and far away
Are the choices she can make.

Now can you

First TimeIt's as if my whole life had been lived in the shadows,
And yet I was blissfully unaware of the light.
Before her, I swore I knew what it was like to see,
But now I can look back at how blind I truly was.

It was her smile that illuminated my life,
And her brilliance that finally opened my eyes.
It was her fire that melted away my defenses,
And it was her heart that was key to unlocking mine.

She taught me that there was a world beyond the darkness;
Another place where pain and anguish could disappear.
For the first time in my life I'm right where I belong,
And though I'm scared, I know it's all going to be all right.

Praise be to

Free WillFree Will.

Is free will a devout gift or a curse?

Was it free will that granted a desperate man to steal an old lady's purse?

Was it free will that resulted in multiple bodies carried in a hearse?

Was it free will that justified a police officer to shoot the accused first?

Was it free will that allowed a family man's mentality to be so perverse?

Could this world of ours get any worse?

Free will gives us the chance for all of us to be distinctive.

But as a consequence people can act corruptive and vindictive.

But without this choice, our lives would be constrained and restrictive.

Undoubtedly these two differing perspectives are cont

Good MorningGood Morning.

I have a distressing tendency of waking up too early.

The sun escaping from the blinds always begins to stir me.

Just as I begin to behave sullen and surly, her presence averts me.

I turn to my side to see the vein in her left arm pump overtly.

She's completely immersed by the covers.

I have to resist temptation not to hold and hug her.

Her body suddenly moves with a spontaneous shudder.

Her mouth moves but not a word or sound does she utter.

I stare at her intently and push her stray hairs behind her ear.

Realising that loosing this woman will be my most dreadful fear.

Her eyes momentarily open just to make sure that

StrengthStrength is not something you can measure,
True strength is a real treasure.
It isn't how much weight you can lift,
True strength is what you call a gift.

Strength is not about how much you can destroy,
It's about how you can make people feel joy.
It's about how much you can take,
And trust me what I'm telling you isn't fake.

If we wouldn't have the ability to endure,
We would be knocked out before we could act for sure.
Strength is the ability to handle the stuff life throws at you,
Trust me everybody will at one time feel quite blue.

People are sometimes weak and vulnerable,
We are just humans, we will never be invulnerable.
I

ClownYou became a puppet
Nothing more than just a clown
Jumping from here to there
Smiling until your tears make you drown

And you get flashback of the past
That cold November night
When the winds shattered your hopes
It was forbidden to dream of light

You can't help it
You bleed your tears away
The owner of your soul is wanted
Your ship is so far from this bay

You've got nine lives
But you're left with one
Who will take it?
Its killer is unknown

You're a puppet
Nothing more than just a clown
When you cry,
You never leave a sound

Not always the endThe seasons are passing,
That is unchanging.
The first leaves start to fall,
Leaving the tree alone, standing tall.

The flowers are withering,
The morning dew still slightly glimmering.
Life slowly being taken from the earth,
Letting the Winter prepare it for rebirth.

After the Winter the earth will be reborn,
The farmers will the harvest their corn.
New flowers will grow,
Be it fast or slow.

Forgetting the Winter and it's icy cold.
Leaving but the future to unfold.
The cold Winter removed old life,
Just to make place for new life.

An end is not always an end,
But make sure your time wasn't misspend.
The end is just a new st

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by ~Koratoshisfriend, Aug 15, 2012, 1:18:56 PM
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It might not have been your day,
With the sky above turned all gray.
You might ask yourself why?
Sometimes it feels like you slightly die.

You carry this secret with you,
It might make you feel a bit blue.
You don't dare to tell another person,
Fearing your image might worsen.

Fearing of what they might think,
Fearing they might leave you in a blink
Thinking what you will say
When you will tell your parents you're gay

But the actual feeling when you tell,
Even if it might feel slightly like hell.
You know that you are now free,
And you know it will get better,
on that you can trust me.

It gets betterby ~Koratoshisfriend

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Reason why I wrote this:
A friend of mine is a in the closet lesbian and she doesn't dare to tell her parents, even though she really wants to. Well I once told my parents I am bisexual and I remember it as not paticular the best moment in my life. So I asked around to some other people how their coming out was (be it bisexual or homosexual) and they told me that it was a freeing feeling. And I must admit telling my parents that I was bisexual was indeed quite freeing.

Anyways, my friend wishes to stay anonymous and I respect that, but she will propably still read this. So I want you guys to show her some support in whatever way you can.

And seriously you guys, my laptop was screwing up when uploading this. It was showing me the errors in the error messages so I could solve the errors while solving the
errors.

Written by Jerrel Simons
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~PMeMe Aug 28, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

This is just what I needed right now.
I'm about to come out with something completely different than you or your friend, but the poem fits well.

~Koratoshisfriend Aug 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

What is it may I ask? You don't have to tell or you can send it in a note so nobody can see, any way is fine with me xD

~PMeMe Aug 28, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

I broke up with my boyfriend today, realized we were too different to last. And yeah, it did help to come out and tell him I don't love him anymore..

~Koratoshisfriend Aug 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

oh I'm sorry, is there anything I can do to help you?

~ArcoIris-Gato Aug 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I get the idea of telling your parents is a thing you don't really want to do :/
I've heard of parents that haven't accepted their children when they came out of the closet, which is horrible. I can't truly call those people parents, I'm sorry, but I really can't.
They're your parents, your family. Real families support each other, and love each other no matter what. And if you don't have a familiy like that, then well I and many others can realte to that.
It's completely up to you whether you tell. Just please think of this:
Your parents may surprise you by accepting that you're gay.
And it will probably feel very freeing.
I myself am not gay, but when it comes to important stuff, I don't tell my mom about it, because she will most likely make fun of me, or make me feel bad in some way, or not care at all.
If I was gay, I don't know whether I'd tell my mom or not. But I know that I would try my best to not care of her opinion, and stick to the people that accept me for who I am.
I hope you read this <3
~ Sincerely, a supporter

~Karvamato Aug 24, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I decided that I will be no longer anonymous

Thank you for the support, you made me smile. I will tell them one day (:

~ArcoIris-Gato Aug 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I must say that's a big honour

You're very, very welcome

And I'm very happy that I made you smile~
Good luck with it all

~Karvamato Aug 25, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

~ArcoIris-Gato Aug 25, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

~Koratoshisfriend Aug 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I will make sure that anonymous will read it, thank you for the kinds words
I myself was forced in telling my parents I am bi, and I can tel that being forced to say something like that is actually pretty scary

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