MIDNIGHT SUN ON HOLD INDEFINETLY!! NOOOOOO! For all those Twilight fans out there, Midnight Sun has been put on hold indefinetly due to an unauthorized internet leak. Stephenie Meyer no longer feels up to finishing the novel as she feels that she's too sad to write it properly and would probably make it so James wins and everyone dies.

However, you can read the first 12 chapters, unedited, on her website where you can get further details.

I know it's from a kid's show, but I love this poem!!

She chose to walk alone
Though others wondered why
Refused to look before her,
Kept eyes cast upwards,
Towards the sky.

She didn't have companions
No need for earthly things.
Only wanted freedom,
From what she felt were
Puppet strings.

She longed to be a bird.
That she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass
For planted they would stay.

She longed to be a flame,
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

The trees, they say stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it said
The story played out well.

She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held...

And then she was gone.

I'm a member of yourpoetry.com and one of the poets had her poem made into a song. I don't really like the guy's voice, but it's a great song and a great poem. Here's a link to the song;

http://www.broadjam.com/player/player.asp?play_file=32394_251779

To read the poem, just go to yourpoetry, there's a direct link to it on the homepage.

OK, I took down my earlier rude comments on Keikokin because I was just mad at her for being mad at me. However, after seeing her profile, I've changed my mind. While she makes a few good points, (I'm not so angry that I'd deny this), I feel I must point out; if what I did was plagarism, we're all plagarizing. None of us actually e-mail JK Rowling and ask if we can use her characters and plots in our fics, we simply say we do not own Harry Potter in the Disclaimer. I said the original idea was by Keikokin in the disclaimer, so there. As for her little dictionary.com comments;

1.a piece of writing that has been copied from someone else and is presented as being your own work

2. the act of plagiarizing; taking someone's words or ideas as if they were your own

I claimed only the things I thought of on my own, the things that differ from Keikokin's story that make it an AU of her Love Hurts. I specifically said that the original plot was hers and the characters were JK's. So, if she wants to bitch at me, she might want to take into account that, 'While she gave a nod at JK, she never asked permission.' So, unless I copied her story word-for-fucking-word, I see no reason for her to bitch so hard, ok?

Love Hurts For everyone that liked that story, sorry, Keikokin threatened me delete it or she'd get her readers to bombard me with e-mails and I shouldn't think she won't because she's done it before. I think she overreacted because I put in the summary and author's notes that I was inspired by her story. But oh well. I've respected her wishes and have removed my story. However, if anyone really liked it that much, I still have it saved in my documents and can send it to you. Once again, sorry.

NOTE: Anyone looking for my story Opposites will need to go to hpfandom.net. I decided to just post there so all future chapters will be on hpfandom under the name LightVamp.

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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 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 didn’t 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.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.

Didn't write the poem below!

Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
Was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
Unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"God, why? Why is
My life always sinking?"

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless pest!"

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small, little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

If you hate child abuse then repost this on your profile. If you don't then you have no soul!!