I had this funny chat with one of my friends,
and she kept telling me how disgusted she felt at the thought of me being a L.
It was funny so far ... till I got too serious, to confess my being so.
She hung up!!!
I kept listening to nothing in particular for minutes ,,,
My heart was beating like crazy,,,
My lips felt dry,,,
My eyes blurred with tears,,,
I had been rejected by my most trustworthy friend just because of my honesty.
I felt the world is falling over me ...
everything is staring at me with pity if not disgust,
I saw objects I cannot name surrounding me and smelling like rot!
I touched my breasts and intimate curves just to soothe a pain that stabbed me at that momement,
that I am still a woman, a beautiful, pure, innocent and good one.
that I am still a human who would accomplish her happiness, dreams and expectations without hurting others.
that I am still a "being" who would live quietly and happily with another "being" of her own choice.
I still believe that I am who I am ...
God had created me this way,
why would people execute my very existence when I am alive?
... or trying to be so?
:(
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
A Lover means a Sinner
Here and now,
I confess of my being one of the greatest sinners on earth.
SHIT!
I have fallen in love with a butch!
It had been 15 days since I met that 'being'.
I am 'almost' happy.
I confess of my being one of the greatest sinners on earth.
SHIT!
I have fallen in love with a butch!
It had been 15 days since I met that 'being'.
I am 'almost' happy.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
SOS
Hello Dear someone,
I have been waiting for you to answer my heart.
It kept calling for you to confirm your coming and to assure your holding it gently in your hands.
I am not a poet myself ..
I am unable to express myself as beautifully as the very few among the living ..
Yet,
The only thing I am capable of is being honest and telling the truth.
Come!
How much I am in need for you.
I have been waiting for you to answer my heart.
It kept calling for you to confirm your coming and to assure your holding it gently in your hands.
I am not a poet myself ..
I am unable to express myself as beautifully as the very few among the living ..
Yet,
The only thing I am capable of is being honest and telling the truth.
Come!
How much I am in need for you.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Introduction
This is my first time posting something online.
I never thought that this day where a person I love and care for would force my heart to pour its anguish relentlessly.
God, help me to go through this pain, alone.
I never thought that this day where a person I love and care for would force my heart to pour its anguish relentlessly.
God, help me to go through this pain, alone.
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