The FloorThe Floor.. That is where I spent most of my time.both literally and mentally..that cold slab of concrete against my face.With my ear pressed down, against the floorI listened. I listened for the voices who'd once I thought accepted me,Only to be rejected.So here I am, once again on this cold floor,listening, with expectations never to be met. The tears just make it colder, and I shiver in disgust.No hopes of ever getting up, I'd once thought. Things will never be good again, so I thought.cry some more, I shall not.but get off this floor, just an old thought.
World's Best TravelerIn my room, I travel the worldI go from country to countryContinent to continent. All in a matter of minutesI have seen the great stars of Hollywood,I have seen the Eiffel tower,I have seen Dollywood,I have the power, In my room I live a life of luxury,With only the most exquisite friends and clothes required,The best imagination offered,I acquire. In my room I live as an artistI live as a lawyer, and doctor too.I heal the sick, the bored,The empty and the blue.There is no leaving my room ever,Because of which I am fabulous now,In my room forever.
What is Wrong with this World: A Response ArticlePlease watch the following video before reading the following article. Stand Up (a link to courage)WhatIsWrongWithThisWorld. Seriously, think about it.How come, perfectly normal people,Cry themselves to sleep at night.How is that, these beautiful girls, are passing out pictures of their cleavage like candy,And expect respect?But on the other hand, how could you call a kid a faggot, and then support those “adorable gays” Do you all KNOW what you are saying?There is power behind words.There are also emotions.My literature teacher once told me that "every