[17 Dec 2009|12:01am] freewriters [xiao_tsubasa] It's okay to laugh sing shout whisper dance kiss wave snort shush and smile. It's also alright to cry. 1 comment|post comment

[17 Dec 2009|04:05pm] freewriters [valdis_veritas] it's a long way to fall from the sky in the form of rain drops and heartbreak taken before you could form opinions feelings are useless now words echo needing translation vivid dreams of ocean waves towering above your head surrounded in all directions she sighs and smokes another cigarette refuses the stream of tears lingering at the edge i will smile with this lying mouth and say i love you, anyway so let me go; let me wash away with the tide post comment

Two Years [16 Dec 2009|10:45pm] freewriters [unknownwreckage] [ mood | tired ] For two years i lived with it For two years i kept quiet For two years everything seemed normal For two years it was under control I went to camp and told our secret Im so sorry for breaking that promise I cried so much those next days Dreading coming home and what you'd say I didnt even get to see you They took you away You admitted that it was true I miss you every day Today I saw you You came in the house Mom didn't tell you I froze wanting to shout You left once again My mom apologizes She doesnt know the pain I hold the tears back and say its ok post comment

Believe In Love? [16 Dec 2009|07:06pm] freewriters [brokentiger] [ mood | depressed ] [ music | Flyleaf- Again ] This is off the top of my head... My heart is B R E A K I N G Because... I thought I Loved You You Made me B E Lie V E I thought... That I Could trust you. You Made me B E Lie V E I guess I didn't know you After A L L 3 comments|post comment

Newbie here with questions [16 Dec 2009|02:46pm] lesbian [non3ko] ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) 7 comments|post comment

Introduction!!! [15 Dec 2009|10:02pm] lesbian [valiserose] ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) 7 comments|post comment

Job Posting: Senior Attorney for Federal Policy [15 Dec 2009|07:47pm] lesbian [pandapajamas] ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) post comment

I = Happy [15 Dec 2009|07:39pm] lesbian [courtneyscully] ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) 5 comments|post comment

[16 Dec 2009|03:47am] freewriters [warmbodies] you are the sea and the waves that pull me under you are the sun and the moon that set and rise to greet me whenever i pass through another day you are my life and my world that pull me under. 2 comments|post comment

Regret [16 Dec 2009|12:22am] freewriters [ideal_sagacity] [ mood | tired ] [ music | --Only racing thoughts... ] “I would much rather have regrets about not doing what people said, than regretting not doing what my heart led me to and wondering what life had been like if I'd just been myself.” -- Brittany Renée 5 comments|post comment

cookie. [15 Dec 2009|06:33pm] freewriters [boo_pop] and were famous they just dont know it yet hours and hours of time and it hasnt gotten old yet big eyes we fall in luv everytime pictures boats & ships; n maybe instead of being angry some ppl implode but that woman in frisco told us we were beautiful so we wear our hearts on our sleeve aparently and we were born from the sea; a lifer sence we knew what eyes were meant for you have to know how brilliant they can explode in strands of midnite western stars shooting water and steam your iris blue green and hair like those sunset fields 1 comment|post comment

Easy target [15 Dec 2009|03:55pm] freewriters [chelseaspeaks] Putting faith in humanity. . . is like placing a rifle in your enemy's icy, hard hands Letting them inside, sharing your secrets. . . is like baiting them to pull the trigger Letting down your guard and allowing them full access to the deep places of your mind unknown to man. . . That's like ripping the rifle from their hands pressing the barrel against your head and pulling the trigger. . . It's simply suicide. 4 comments|post comment

Ménage-a-trois [15 Dec 2009|03:48pm] freewriters [qjd] The gap in between was big enough to pour himself in. Forming around the sapphic lovers, the daughters of Bilitis. For the starving of love was just as demanding of a guest as the jealous kin. He molded himself against the outline of her womb and breast. Laying on her chest, basking in the creation of life, he sucked the milk that belong to their child of sin and light. Hell tastes so much better if split in three-sums. Lopsided triangles painted the walls of their cave. He trapped them inside and smiled as the roof started to give way. Knowing death was the only way to convince them to let him stay. post comment

Fashion, baby, work it. [14 Dec 2009|07:33pm] lesbian [mafiaprincessxo] ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) 24 comments|post comment

My Coming Out Letter [14 Dec 2009|04:41pm] lesbian [findingme53] [ mood | confused ] ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) 10 comments|post comment

[15 Dec 2009|11:22am] freewriters [jannaboo] I hung my heart upon a string hung my head and watched it swing morbidly I took it down lifeless and thus useful now 2 comments|post comment

Other world [15 Dec 2009|04:10pm] freewriters [cazrie666] Other world Are you on the Netherlands?, walking the forbidden side. Place the hand through the web, does it feel or does it fall? Could your sight see through the wall, binding you where you stand. Mystery’s only theories untold, escape through your soul not on land. Strum a note and hear the soft dynamics, in the string of separation. The skin will turn to ground, or burn in traditional flame. But the spirit flows in the otherworld, forbidden to walk upon the bound. Sometimes a clash on both nether portals, creates the sparks of sound. Challenge what is seen by sight, for looks that deceive the truth. The web does not break but clings, as does the question of the mind. Stand upon the cliff, a balance of two sides that can curiously cross into one. Darkness brings the lunar light and the fire brings the blazing sun. Perhaps the real answers lay in unreachable times like deep shadows hidden away Never to be found. Close thee eyes and search for the stunning highlights that your mind can spark through Just one thought, and the answers are a fraction closer then any could imagine. post comment

Tears [15 Dec 2009|10:45am] freewriters [willinglydrawn] Rolling down pinked cheeks, Vibrating over deep, Shuddering breaths, Caressing angled bones, Pooling on lush lips. Piquant drops Leaking from fluttering depths Depths unplumbed, Leaving trails on untouched planes Drying. Neglected. post comment

This is my city [16 Dec 2009|01:05am] freewriters [crypthager] [ mood | tired ] Its a long way back home where i'm from there is no sunshine and we don't have trees that glow my city is sick, lost hope. The skyline is dull and dim now the streets have lost their colour and I only hope for a miracle my city is sick, lost hope. Down the street lay broken souls the homeless, the hungry just waiting for the sun to rise again my city is sick, lost hope. The days seem darker, quieter. no children to laugh and play what has happened to my city? It got sick, lost hope. post comment

Explosions [15 Dec 2009|02:24am] freewriters [alyshiasilva] Gray, she was The old woman stood staring Hard-worn from the ages, Rough around the edges But her fingers, her hands, her limbs Touched the explosions Of color-stained fabric Red, Green, Yellow, Blue, Black Splash of spotlight Fingers almost bleeding Thimbles nimbly weaving Scissors smoothly searching Your grandmother loved To make me what she did not have A fondness I desperately try to pass on To you Legs stiff, hands numb, heart strings drawn My mother loved And bled and weaved and cut And made me dresses The reasons Why she lived and died I knew not, till now Like you and I • You and I Will never speak the same language My English a second language to my tongue-rolling Spanish Your dialect cutting, sharp You, I’m trying To understand your harsh, scholastic, unfeeling English, Your pity because I’m first generation, and I cook with my hands, and Family is all that matters. I love giving you (I’m trying) Everything you deserve But my skin is too dark But my accent is too thick But my ways too Catholic My language does not translate My hands do not form the same touches My ideals are not to your appeal The thread is too thick, you tell me The patch is far too old, you yell at me Yes, my hands shake You’ve known that for forever But I’ll keep Threading the needle To weave our Passing goodbyes I will remember To tell you all the reasons why I try to mend the tears between Our bodies Explosions Of how to love in a new tongue Cut me and bruise me and I bleed You post comment

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