Author has written 20 stories for Twilight, Harry Potter, A Knight's Tale, Criminal Minds, Suits, Sherlock, Nikita, and Avengers.
I have no name
Until you name me.
I have no form
Until you shape me.
I don't exist
Until you make me,
I am creativity.
I am waiting deep inside you
Touch my spark
And let me light you,
Give me life
And I'll revive you
I am creativity.
An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.
Red, the Eastern fire
Of the mighty dragon --
The color in his eyes
Of hope and promise.
Red, the Western death’s
Bloodbath of sin --
In monster’s claws
A tale of greed and pain.
Red, the blooming flowers
Of love, and thorns of hate,
Ribbons hung from mystery,
Of life and death the same.
Who gives to all a helping hand,
But bows her head to no command-
And higher laws doth understand?
Inventor, Genus, Superman-Aquarius!
This was posted in someone else's profile, and it caught my attention:
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 the girl whose friends no longer let me hug them when I told them I was bisexual.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
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 man who died when the paramedics 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 did not 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 who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.
You can now also find me on twitter (though I am a terrible one when it comes to posting things voluntarily I do respond to everyone) if you want to ask me for a request or you have a prompt for me to write :) https://twitter.com/#!/BenteC1 and this is my account on tumblr (http://cloudedevening.tumblr.com/)