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........At work I tend to hear things from costumers.
I'm not eavesdropping I just overhead things especially if they are being loud or talking while I'm either waiting on them to order or serving or taking their plates. Or if I'm near them at all.
I try not to but sometimes I do, especially if it catches my interest.
Like what happened today.
A family had come in and sat in my section.
A mother, father and son.
So did what I'm suppose to do, what every waiter does: Groan, grab some menus and put on a fake smile.
>.>
Got there drinks, took their order and blah, blah,blah.
They were near one of the counters which is where I hangout when it's a slow day.
Which it kinda was so me and another worker just sat around and we were talking and joking.
Then something they said caught my ears.
They asked their son about school and he muttered. "It's okay."
He sounded kinda out if it, and his voice was kinda blank.
Tried shrugging it off.
None of my bussiness.
Then they asked how his girlfrien

Internal ConflictINTERNAL CONFLICT

I'M SO AFRAID
OF WHAT IT WILL SAY.
I WISH NOT TO OPEN
THIS THING,
THIS TERROR.
I WISH NOT TO SEE
ITs CONTENTS,
ITS MURDEROUS CONTENTS
WHAT IF I CAN'T HANDLE IT?
WHAT IF IT HURDLES ME
INTO A DEPRESSION
SO DEEP
I CAN NEVER GET OUT?
I WANT TO SEE IT SO BAD.
I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT'S IN IT.
I'M DYING TO KNOW WHAT'S IN IT.
BUT I JUST CAN'T LOOK.
I'M SO AFRAID.

Everything in life.I need to hurt myself... No, you don't.
I did this... I need to hurt myself for it.
It won't go away if you do, you know it won't.
But everything in life has its consequence...
Maybe if I hurt myself, then I won't have to feel them,
Maybe it'll be consequence enough, if I'm hurt then.
Maybe she won't dump me for what I did too,
Maybe it'll be consequence enough for what I did to you.
I don't get why you're worried though...
But I dream the future, read my poetry, sometimes, I do.
And a few nights I felt a crossover, a nightmare come true,
And now I know that it has happened, because of what I did to you.
So now, I need to hurt myself, to give me a consequence,
So now, I need to fade away, and never be spoken of since.
And now, I want to hurt myself, to save myself more pain,
But all things come to an end, and it's always the same.

Be who you areWe are all human beings who populate this planet.
Being gay or bisexual/asexual/transgender is a wonderful thing.
People can be cruel, and disgusting, with the insane amounts of hate and fear we have for each other.
I know that I'm afraid of a lot of things, but I still manage to love people regardless of their sexual identity.
I love people. Both guys and girls. And I'm very glad that I do.
Boys are beautiful. And girls are gorgeous.
I have no problem accepting people. Because I know that pain hurts. And I know it doesn't go away. At least in my case.
I love you regardless of whether you're a guy or girl, gay or straight, black or whi

Society Has No Say On GayYoung and in love
Over and over
We fall for those we shouldn't
Society thinks they have a say
But our hearts have other plans

Those who don't understand
Try to change us
They think that queer is wrong
That queer is curable

I speak for myself when I say,
I've loved many
But only felt right with a few
And one of them is a woman
And so am I
At least genetically

Gender
Sexuality
They're like water
Fluid

You knock a glass over
The water is displaced
But it is not gone
You can knock us over
We will not disappear

Wrong isn't the word for us
Nor is unnatural
Try something like human
Some cells, tissue
A brain that conta

One Year AnniversaryI lost myself in the mess.

I lost my self in the chaos and--

I found myself with you. Sometime back- I found myself with your eyes.

Within your smile, and within the words you seem to whisper when nobody else is around.

In my previous doubts, I would never believe we'd last this long.

The girl who stumbled behind you in those early days,

Would never believe...

You'd ever

LOVE

/Her./

After all...

You've never loved before...

But through it all I've learned,
And learned,
And I've yearned over you.

And realized I've never been in love

With anyone but you.

I'm days l

Life Lessons of a Gay ManLesson 1: Never, EVER apologize for who you are. - Be proud of yourself, love yourself for who you truly are and let those who call you names and throw hate at you go to hell.

Lesson 2: Never get involved with a guy who's already in a relationship. - It's nothing but trouble. Been there done that baby. It's pure hell.

Lesson 3: Worrying about what other people think of you is a complete waste of time - Reputations, we all have them in one form or another. Obsessing about what others think about you is a sure fire way to stress you out. Why bother? Being popular and running with the "in" crowd isn't all there is to life.

Lesson 4: The major

Broken BridgesI am only human.

I breathe the same air,
drink the same water,
have the same blood.

We both have families,
friends, loves and hates.

I am only human, the same as you.

Friends for over ten years;
I watched you get married to the love of your life.

Why is it that when I want to get married to mine,
I'm an abomination?

A sin?

A monster?

I am only human after all,
the same as you.

A Life Of Shame?What gives you the right to judge?
What gives you the right to stare?
What gives you the right to hate us?
What gives you that damn right?

She's my wife
She's my love forever
I just want to hold her hand
I just want to kiss her
Without the staring

Go on
Call us names
Dyke,filth,doomed
Give it all you got
But this is not my life of shame

This is my life filled with joy
Filled with tyhe love of my life
Filled with everything I ever wanted
So this is NOT my life of shame

I will not be ashamed of m wife
So you can judge all you want
But I won't be ashamed for my feelings
Because I like who I am today

So tell me
Who are you

Will Not Back DownI am not weak
I say to myself
I know this
I am stronger than many take me for

I have been beaten to the ground
But I'm far more resilient than most make me sound

I have been violated
Yet I keep myself from being jaded

I have been hurt
I still have the scars from when they cut through my shirt

I fight back my nightmares
I know it wasn't my fault
But it's sometimes difficult
to trust others as result

Yet I pull through
I may not tell you
But there are ways to cope

The pain will eventually go away
And I will keep hoping for that day

I will not hold a grudge
I will not budge
And I will help others prevent
such assaults

Man

Cold BloodedAnother time
And already my bones begin to show
Breaking, Snapping
Like those of a starving child

Skin is stained black
Lips bleed red
And you pick yourself from the ashes
Yet again

Still Alive
Although my heart has stopped beating
Awake without meaning
Murdered, by society

Cut by the shears of it's hate
Burned by the flame of it's violence
Hated for love
And watched through a black and white lens

Dreams of peace seem further away
As I bandage my wounds
My bleeding knees
My broken heart

Hate is the killer in us all
Morbid fascinations of torture
For something too simple to be true
Love will see no gender.

The Night Of Silence.Loud music blaring, older children scaring.
It is the night of all Hallow's eve, when we believe the lies we weave.
Parties continue well into the night, but it is different tonight.
At midnight, there's a sudden hush, and shadow snuffs out the light.

The dark is rising, just another lost warning.
Demons blend in, walking side by side with masked human.
All Hallow's has come, but no one knows to run.
The dark is rising, just a forgotten warning.

The dark snuffs out the light, and shall wreak havoc tonight.
All Hallow's has come, and no one remembers to run.
The dark is rising, and the precious light is falling.
All Hallow's has com

The Monster that is MyselfMy heart skipped a beat.
The phone rang,
Almost endlessly.
I couldn't take it anymore!
Why couldn't they answer?
The line clicked,
a faint 'Hello?' came through.
Faster, my heart raced.
My throat became dry,
my words shaky.
A reassuring nod came from the person next to me.
Suddenly, my mouth opened.
All things poured out at once,
my body heaved and trembled,
afraid of rejection.
I sat crying as the person thought.
'We love you always,'
a reassuring tone.
Finally, it was out.
I was finally free from the monster.
My breathing grew normal,
my thoughts calmed.
I couldn't believe the horror was over,
But I was relieved to be free,
from the monster that is myself.

How deviantART Changed My LifeI've been on dA for eight months, and during that time, my life as I know it changed; nothing is the same.

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A Mile In My Shoes

by ~River-Wolf, Sep 13, 2012, 1:58:23 PM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Free Verse

You think you know me
Simply because you know I'm a homosexual?
You don't.
You think because you know
One simple thing about me
That you know all there is to know.
You don't.

I'm more than a homosexual.
I'm a father.
I'm a husband.
I'm a patriot.
I'm a community leader.
I'm a mentor.
I'm many things.

You proceed from false assumptions,
Simply because you know one thing about me.
You judge and convict me on the grounds,
Of my sexuality.

You don't know me,
You never have,
You never will,
Not until you've walked a mile in my shoes.

You can't even begin to understand,
The life I've lived.
You don't know the truth behind
What you see.
Your mind is a closed,
Hate filled, sphere feeding on it's own spite.

You'll never know the real me
Yet you categorize, compartmentalize,
You stereotype me for something
I have no control over.
You hate and fear me,
Because I dare to stand up for myself.
You revile me and call me sinner
Because I celebrate who I truly am,
Who God created me to be.

You don't know me.
You'll never understand,
Not until you've walked a mile in my shoes.

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You are an inspiration, My friend.
Your words ring true. Now if those who can't understand or just choose to bury their heads in the sand could read this, Maybe, Just maybe they would know that love is love. No matter the sexual orientation. love knows no barriers.

~0L50NJ4 Sep 15, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

AMEN!
*Stands up and Claps!*

~FlameAlchemyst16 Sep 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I want to marry my girlfriend someday. The one issue is that my dad is a strict Christian...I love him--obviously because he's my father--but I don't want to lose him because he won't be able to accept that about me...

Advice, please? You seem really smart and know what you're doing. ;_;

~River-Wolf Sep 14, 2012

I don't have any answers. No one does when it comes to such situations. In the end it all comes down to what you as an individual want, what you can live with, and what makes you happy.

~FlameAlchemyst16 Sep 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

ffff... ;-;
thankyou. youareawesome.

~River-Wolf Sep 14, 2012

^_^ You're welcome. You're awesome too, never forget that.

~FlameAlchemyst16 Sep 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

pffffft.
I am not. :'D

~AmaltheaGrey Sep 14, 2012

Well that's a problem not only homosexuals have to deal with... I'd really like to say you should stand above such people, but it's a hard thing to do...

~River-Wolf Sep 14, 2012

I never said it was an exclusive problem pertaining only to homosexuals, though we do tend to be at the top of the list when it comes to snap judgements. You could replace the word homosexual with the name of other groups who people stereotype and the message would be the same. "Don't judge others based on a single piece of information like sexuality, age, race, etc." Yet it happens all the time. Humans need to grow up. Sadly that's been something we've needed to do since the beginning but haven't learned how to do.

~AmaltheaGrey Sep 14, 2012

Oh no, I did not want to suggest that you said that, it was rather aimed and some of the other commentators. There were some comments like "us poor homosexuals" and I don't like that kind of "I'm discriminated much more than you"-spirit.
But I agree totally with your basic statement. To my mind it doesn't matter why there's suffering but how to end it.

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