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Love Is LoveLove is love.
It comes in many shapes, forms and people. It might come as two women, two men or a man and a woman. But still, it's love. And the love two people have for each other is beautiful and it can't be changed by anyone but them. It's a choice and only theirs to make.

Yet, some people can't accept some forms of love and they way people are, such as Gay/Lesbian or bisexual. And it's homophobia, which is wrong.

But really, love isn't about your gender, male or female, or how good looking your boyfriend/girlfriend is. It's what's inside that matters the most, who cares about gender and looks. It's the personality and how people act an

Bisexual in America

There is this illusion,
That being "bi" is cool.
Jumping to a conclusion
About me is just cruel.

I didn't dream this up.
I'm not playing pretend.
If you call me a slut,
It's your moral sin.

I'm not bisexual
Just because I'm greedy.
It's been perpetual
Since Elementary.

I'm ostracized by Straights
For being perverted.
Shut out by Lesbians
For being diverted.

"You can't marry a man
And claim to love women.
You have to take a stand.
Make a choice. Us or Them?"

There's no way to explain
Why I'm bisexual,
But the title is stained
When deemed conceptual.

I'm faced with the same fears
As so many others:
It took me twenty-fo

A Beautiful DeathI sigh as I finish injecting my veins. Soon the pleasure will come. For a moment, I slump in my chair waiting, waiting with anticipation. As I feel it begin, I get my materials and throw them across the darkness to the table were my only sauce of light sits. It hits the candle, and it falls like a cup of water. The flames pool around the end of the table as I watch it, and then it slowly crawls forward, and flows over the edge to touch the floor. The dancing flames are entrancing. Their wispy movement is hypnotic as they move towards me. Moving, and growing. They grow as they slowly make their way towards me. Then, the fire starts to change;

Drugsdrugs are damaging
if overused.
Even the medicine
you daily use.

The daily use
become your goal.
That´s all you want
it´s in your soul.

You want it bad
you start to steal.

You need your shot
if not, you feel dying.

Slowly dying.
Need it bad.

you tried to stop,
but now your back.
Doing drugs
against your trust.

Love, youLeft
alone
again

no warmth for me
to hold me
comfort me

just on my own again
for now?
for ever?

honey
love
you

don't
leave
again

need
love
you

She is WomanWhen Man hears distant rumble,
As mountain heaves and thrusts.
His stark eyes make him humble,
And his pallor turns to crust.
But Woman stands defiant,
As vibrations pass her by.
She absorbs this earthly anger,
And the challenge from black sky.

When diverse crisis comes to visit,
It finds the Man most weak.
He will give forth postulations,
To hide his inner meek.
Woman bears the sting of childbirth,
And absorbs each punishing blow.
She will not pause or falter,
Nor betray her inner glow.

Man wears his pride like feathers,
As a cockerel struts the roost.
His self-praise seeking glory,
For his ego he must boost.
Man stamps

There once was a girl..There once was a girl
All smiles and dreams,
But all that seems to be left,
Are her unheard screams

There once was girl,
Carefree; Full of joy
Now she's tossed in the bin,
Like a broken toy

There once was a girl,
Who was loved be everyone,
But she's messed it all up,
It can't be undone

There now is a girl,
All tired and broke,
Tries to ask for some help,
All she does is choke

There now is a girl,
With whispering thoughts in her head,
Another day that drags on,
Another secret tear will be shed.

chernobylBetween the pieces that fell just outside the plaything box and the shoes scattered in setting dust, music stopped being useful. Spilt ink stopped being poetic when people became afraid to touch the paper. Spider web cracks through fear and superstition turn quiet steps to romping laughs and messed up jokes behind an engineer's wrench and a countdown to ignition.

The simple solitary notion of destruction is enough to silence the birds and send silken shivers up through skin of mortal daemons who don't truly understand the fear they witness. Somewhere along the lines of peace and taxation I lost sight of who or what we could possibly be fight

My lips are sealedMy tasteless words I eat so well
As my belly growls with hunger
My mind is full of trickery swell
Sly phrases rehearsed, no blunders

Nothing in, nothing out
The golden rule I swear
Only lies smother doubt
I shall live on air

Purge myself I know I mustn't
Keep the guilt, the food inside
The sensation is unpleasant
Filled up with all the... lies?

Empty lies that fulfill nothing
Their torture in my eyes
Speak and I lose everything
Seal my lips, seal my cries

No, I mustn't give in
This weight's my own to bear
I will live the future I'm given
Alone in my nightmare

Slow, so slow, this suicide
Oozing emptiness I feel
But if any

AddictionA drug designed for me
my own personal demon
The sweetest nectar of life
I'm shaking at the thought

We haven't danced in so
long to inject you into my veins
dive into intricate, hot-blooded dance
Writhing under your influence

Live in the moment
not thinking of when you leave me
Enjoy the buzz while it lasts
worry about crashing later

BewitchedMy hands are decorated with
Ink and paper cuts,
And blessed with
The blisters of creativity.

I am a creator,
A designer,
A mother.

I breathe life into the
Paper dolls destined to be
Heartstring-pulling characters.

I can create detailed images with words alone,
And bend stiff rules into
Intricate artwork.

I am resolved to find
Bags under my eyes,
Chewed-on pencils at my desk,
And frustration on the
Tip of my tongue.

But I will persist.

I will struggle through the mess to
Once again find the allure of my amour.

Undying LoveWith fate affixing me with my missing link,
I am immobilized by a love
That melted through the once frozen surface of my soul,
A love…This love… Infinite love;
A boundless love that is incomprehensible to all others.

Except…
I am taunted with the inability to escape
The acknowledgement of a barrier fate has bestowed,
Ever generating a lachrymose state.

Yet...
With a single exchange of emotions,
A single emergence of mutual adoration,
Comes a retrieval of pure power,
Of positive energy,
And of faith and devotion;
That will forever be sustained.

Eyes sealed shut,
Envisioning you; conserving you;
Reminiscing

Falling. . .Falling.

Have you ever had a dream where you were falling? Shooting down to the earth as the wind caresses you skin. Hair and clothing billowing out behind you, loosing air as you empty your lungs with a terrified scream. You're starting to get lightheaded, you can no longer draw in enough air to scream. But then, you are no longer falling, you are floating. Like a feather you seem to be carefully drifting towards the ground. The air is like a warm cloud swishing against you, almost soft and fluffy as you snuggle into its embrace. It’s wrapped around you, making you feel safe. The feeling of safety you feel while you snuggle into bed a

BisexualI believe in love and that it has no gender.
I am a bisexual and i am not afraid to speak.
Call me gay, call me lesbian, call me a dyke;
I do not care.

Confused I am not nor is it a phase.
Since I was little, I have known.
Their long hair and alluring body,
oh, they make me flutter.

Boys are quite different;
my preference is girls.
The nice ones are quite cute
when their personality shines through.

So there you know it.
I am out of the closet.
Love me or hate me,
I do not care.

The Clover She has a beautiful feeling to her
I love to tell people about her
I love to tell stories, to remember her every waking moment
Though she loves silvery things
loves dark clothers
she loves happy things
she loves sad things
she loves beautiful things
she loves animals to bits
she loves loud things
she loves special things
she loves the myths of the night
God, I love her
Because stereotypes don't matter
and neither does gender
and she's like me
deep silver
black and white
thinking before becoming something we hate
though we tend to have a harsh edge to our words
either inside or out

Dunno why I'm still around as more of a

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I am not a sin ::re-write::

by ~CrispyFriedUke, Jan 28, 2010, 6:29:23 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

My sexuality is not a sin,
my love is not a crime.
I never vote on your marriage,
why must you vote on mine?

You protest 'our kind' on the streets,
You tell us we are sin.
We must walk among the hate,
We take it on the chin.

This world is filled with anger,
denial of our rights,
lasting through the screaming days,
howling through the nights.

Can a human still be human,
if he is not like you?
What makes a person 'bad' or 'wrong'?
What makes 'our kind' taboo?

You protest saying our strength will wane,
our country will cave in,
But what makes us strong could make you strong,
if you look beneath the skin.

This fighting has become absurd,
what we all need is love,
You still believe in that, don't you?
The love from God above?

You treat us all with so much hate,
I feel you don't remember,
You don't remember that special blessing,
of love's glowing ember.

All we want is equal right,
to love our fellow man.
if your lord is who you say he is,
would he make love a ban?

My love is just as sweet and pure,
my love is just like yours.
Please don't be part of the hate,
Please, just stop the wars.

I am not a sin ::re-write::by ~CrispyFriedUke

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

Something I re-wrote off of my old, old account. I added a lot to it, and I still may write a little more for it.
But so far, I really like it.

Feel free to interpret this your own way, but do so with the knowledge I am a bisexual female who grew up in a Christian background and I retain my faith.
I have nothing against God. It's his fanclub I don't like.

This poem belongs to me, Crystal L. Bugner. If you use it, please link back and include my name! I'd also like to know if you plan to spread the word!

Critique by !Mellez Jan 28, 2010, 3:19:52 PM

How can you express this poem? Beautiful? Extraordinary? Fantastic?

It rhymes so well, plus, not to mention, it sums up basically what I feel, and, I'm pretty sure, what other Bisexual/Homosexual/etc people feel, too.

Equal rights. God. Love. So many topics rolled into one here. Sometimes, this can get confusing, but CrispyFriedUke did it perfectly.

Keep up the good work, and I hope to see more from you!

This guy is definitely worth devwatching!

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Your friendly neighborhood deviant, Mellez!
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~juliannalestrange Jun 1, 2011 Hobbyist Artist

i love this..

~Sweet-Kabegami May 12, 2011

This is so beautiful and powerful. I love it.

~38gtaeb2mg Mar 25, 2011

You know the closest the bible ever came to opposing homosexuality was sexual immorality, that's the part everyone gets confused simply because the place it's mentioned involves homosexuals, homosexuality itself is not sexual immorality.

Sexual immorality refers to sick stuff like entirely sex-oriented lifestyles, molestation, prostitution, rape, etc. (You know, the kind of crap most of us already see as dirty/evil without being told so.)

But of course, some dumbass notices that gay people are involved in that part and suddenly homosexuality is THE DEVUL111!! D: D: D:

You'd think overzealous Christians would bother to maybe actually read the very book that they cherish so deeply before they go out and judge other people without being judged themselves (hmm, now where have I heard a phrase like that before...).

I'm a heterosexual male, I should mention.

~Coughin05 Jan 14, 2011

D'aww, miss, it's not that I don't love everyone the same - your preferences don't change the person you are at all. However, I don't think I quite understand the point of gay marriage. It certainly isn't that I don't think you deserve the right to say you're married to the one you love, but that's just it. It's just a claim, isn't it? Why not make it anyway? Buy a couple of rings and call her your wife if you must, but being legally married is sort of just a reigning-in ritual.

By the way, I do NOT support those rabid foaming-at-the-mouth protesters who literally fight gays and bi-sexuals. Honestly, people will be people, and we shouldn't try to alter their free agency. I wouldn't be the least bit disturbed if gays were given the right to marriage, but it also wouldn't change my standing.

~Coughin05 Jan 14, 2011

I did a really bad job explaining my point in the last post: More or less, what I wanted to say was that while I personally believe you're committing a sin, I don't understand why anyone would persecute you. That's like running around to bars and going on strike against the people who are there inside drinking. What you do or don't do is all up to you, miss. You deserve respect as a daughter of god no matter what you do.

~Sweet-Kabegami May 12, 2011

*waves a little bit* I just wanted to show you this. [link]
It's a small fragment of a big one but I think that's why it's an issue of why they want to be married. I only wanted to let you know with no fight behind it whatsoever.

Enjoy your day.

~Coughin05 May 12, 2011

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~Mwellie Dec 16, 2010

Would I be able to use this poem in a project on gay marriage for school? (giving you credit of course.)

It's beautiful btw.

~CrispyFriedUke Feb 1, 2011

Sorry for the late reply: But of course! Please Credit the name Crystal L Bugner

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