i'm grounded for an undetermined length of time, BUT DO NOT DESPAIR!!!! For I shall be back to pwn you all =3

I was sitting on my doorstep,
I hung up the phone and it fell out of my hand,
But I knew I had to do it,
And he wouldn't understand,
So hard to see myself without him,
I felt a piece of my heart break,
But when you're standing at a crossroad,
There's a choice you gotta make.

I guess it's gonna have to hurt,
I guess I'm gonna have to cry,
And let go of some things I've loved,
To get to the other side,
I guess it's gonna break me down,
Like falling when you try to fly,
It's sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life,
Starts with goodbye.

I know there's a blue horizon,
Somewhere up ahead, just waiting for me,
Getting there means leaving things behind,
Sometimes life's so bitter sweet.

I guess it's gonna have to hurt,
I guess I'm gonna have to cry,
And let go of some things I've loved,
To get to the other side,
I guess it's gonna break me down,
Like falling when you try to fly,
It's sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life,
Starts with goodbye.

Time, time heals,
The wounds that you feel,
Somehow, right now.

I guess it's gonna have to hurt,
I guess I'm gonna have to cry,
And let go of some things I've loved,
To get to the other side,
I guess it's gonna break me down,
Like falling when you try to fly,
It's sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life,
Starts with goodbye,

I guess I'm gonna have to cry,
And let go of some things I've loved,
To get to the other side,
Starts with goodbye,
Like falling when you're trying to fly,
It's sad but, moving on with the rest of your life,
Starts with goodbye,

I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

I am the man who fears that I will never be able to be myself, to be free of this secret because I won't risk loosing my family and friends.

We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the woman who died when the EMT's stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to teach me a lesson.

Do you see what homophobia does?

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Monday, April 7, Scyth died. The legals decided he wasn't going to make it and pulled the plug on him. He's gone...

Was it chance?
Was it fate?
That you were locked
In this eternal state?

I knew you so little
But I knew you so much
One thing I yearned
Was to feel your sweet touch

We only talked once
But it revealed to me
What exactly you wanted
For everyone to see

You’re good hearted
But that just might leave
You don’t want to abandon us
This I believe

By some strange occurence
You were plagued with this thing
I was the last to know
In our little ring

You’re sitting on that cliffside
And it’s crumbling away
You’ll fall to a blackness
That’s where you’ll stay

Scyth stand up
Come away from the edge
Please don’t leave us
Keep to your pledge

Right now you’re dying
You’re leaving us for good
Why didn’t the procedure
work like it should?

Scyth please
Please come home
You won’t regret it
I swear you won’t roam

Right now I’m crying
But need you not fear
Where you’re going
You’ll shed not a tear

Don’t you leave us Scyth
Not one wants you gone
Come away from the twilight
and into the dawn.

-Kilik Odagawa



This poem was written for a friend of mine. I was informed about 27 minutes ago that he had a tumor surgically removed. The procedure was a success...But when they tried to revive him from his sedated state...He plunged into a coma. The worst part is...Hey may die this coming Monday. It’s been a while since this happened. I was told tonight...I’m not asking for a prayer...I’m not asking for your sympathy. I’m asking that cherish those around you while they’re still here. Please.