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HELP!
I am entranced
As the figures surrounding me
Advance
They resemble my friends, familiar beings
Yet when their lips stir,
I don't follow their meanings
Perplexed pupils, set ahead in
Hysteria
I am immobile, immersed in
The area
HELP!
Desolate, am I
Forsaken, restrained sighs
When petrified expressions
Are uttered
They feel taciturn
Unholy, vile, sly
I long to howl out
To grasp these bodies about
And as their cores begin to quake
Deservedly ache
HELP!
Such virtuous oblivion to blame
No concrete culprits to attach tainted names
Perhaps the reality that hindering
This torment
Was realizable in some ways
Truly makes my ordeal a shame?
I would not wish to cease this life
And yet in torture, such feelings do arise
A form of vengeance, to haunt these vicious crimes
To watch while villains drowned in guilt, writhe
HELP!
And even when clamored, my frenzy lacked reply
For I was silenced, spurring simply, a hollowed cry
I am entranced
As the figures surrounding me
Advance
They resemble my friends, familiar beings
Yet when their lips stir,
I don't follow their meanings
Perplexed pupils, set ahead in
Hysteria
I am immobile, immersed in
The area
HELP!
Desolate, am I
Forsaken, restrained sighs
When petrified expressions
Are uttered
They feel taciturn
Unholy, vile, sly
I long to howl out
To grasp these bodies about
And as their cores begin to quake
Deservedly ache
HELP!
Such virtuous oblivion to blame
No concrete culprits to attach tainted names
Perhaps the reality that hindering
This torment
Was realizable in some ways
Truly makes my ordeal a shame?
I would not wish to cease this life
And yet in torture, such feelings do arise
A form of vengeance, to haunt these vicious crimes
To watch while villains drowned in guilt, writhe
HELP!
And even when clamored, my frenzy lacked reply
For I was silenced, spurring simply, a hollowed cry
Literature
Lesbian Gay Pride
You should be prideful
Show your sexuality
Do not be ashamed
Literature
This was love
14
I had my first real crush.
She was weird, but amazing.
She was crazy, but beautiful.
She was enticing, but taken.
She was happy, but I was sad.
14 ½
I questioned who I was,
But I made little of it.
I was told it happens,
Everyone asks who he or she is.
I, told not to worry, didn't worry,
Except a little bit.
15
She was the one, but a desire for love was my drug.
She was funny, but she was like that to everyone.
She said I was nice and smart and funny, but then she asked what I thought of her.
She never heard me say what I felt for her, but she told me how she felt for my best friend.
She was happy, but I was sad.
Literature
Gay? Who? Me.
Are you gay?
The question at first startled me.
Speechless, unsure what I could say.
Are you gay?
The second time it was asked and I was silent
I had heard it before, but just earlier that day.
Are you gay?
Each time it was asked it filled me with shock.
What did it matter either way?
Are you gay?
When it was asked for the last time, I was at a loss.
Should I lie or lay in the bed I had made?
I am gay.
Maybe I am too young to know,
But this is what my heart wills me to say.
I am gay.
Maybe it is foolish to say so,
Yet it would be true to this day.
I am gay.
There can be hate or they can embrace.
I won't waver either way.
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the last 2 lines gave me chills.
awesome job.
awesome job.