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02 September 2011 @ 11:45 pm
What am I to you?
I'd really like to know
We're friends in name
But act as more

You tell me that you want me
And then you take it back
But it wouldn't be the first time
No, it wouldn't be the first time

Hurt me once, shame on you
Hurt me twice, I don't know what to do

What am I to you?
What am I to you?
 
 
13 April 2010 @ 01:16 am
There is a girl I know
With the prettiest eyes I've ever seen
And long red hair that goes down her back
Slender arms and legs
And a way with words that makes me
Shiver.
This will sound cliché
But I fell for her at first sight
The feeling coming into my stomach
Like I had a ball of fire there
That heated me up all the way to my cheeks.
Lucky for me, she loves me back.
The only problem is,
I'm a girl too.

I used to love God
More than I love her.
Yes, I loved Him
Even though he said that I was a sinner
Condemned to Hell
For loving another woman as I do.
You should hear the names that I get called:
Sinner, abomination,
Queer, butch, dyke—
They all start to run together and sound the same after a while.
People at my church don't say it outright
But I know they think my love is wrong,
Disgusting,
A sin.
I wanted to know how God could send me to Hell
When he claimed to love me, to love everyone.
I asked, but no one gave me an answer that made sense.
So I broke away from the church,
The church that condemned me, shamed me, made me doubt
My faith in Him.

They say that I am wrong to love whom I do
So I exchanged one love for another.
I don't need a Father who will punish me
For a love like this.
No one can tell me who to love.

» Written for my Intro to World Religions: Western and Modern class. Both girls in the poem are fictional.
 
 
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13 January 2010 @ 02:06 pm
As a rule, we appreciate the love of our fellow human beings either as a necessary acknowledgement of our worth or as a surprise that seems heaven sent. We have been raised for it, one way or another—-by being starved or overindulged, it doesn’t really matter. When it comes down to it, we love to be loved and we love to love, maybe misguidedly and to our cost, but deliberately, stubbornly and repetitively. Love pleases us, with its rattle of chains and periodic windfalls. Good thing too. There is nothing more desolate than hating love.

— Marie Desplechin, Sans Moi
 
 
12 July 2009 @ 10:03 pm
golden sunlight on emerald leaves
a breeze blows through the branches
sundown
 
 
03 June 2009 @ 12:22 am
Title » "the heart of the matter"
Genre » friendship
Rating » G
Pairing » Yunho/Junsu (main); mentions of Jaejoong/Yunho, Jaejoong/Changmin, and Yoochun/Junsu
Disclaimer » I do not own DBSK; SM does.
A/N » I was thinking about how HoSu doesn't get enough fic written about them, and while they aren't my favorite pairing, I just wanted to write about them. I also didn't want too many days to pass by before I wrote something new, so this is here to keep my creativity alive. I know it's not very good or pretty or poetic, but I hope at least one person enjoys this.

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