Codey

To Be Me a poem by Codey In searching for an easy life, some kowtow and try to fit in, as if begging for forgiveness for the commission of a sin. This sin is named by bigots and by too many of us believed. They've bought the lies of the many, not realizing they've been deceived. The lives they lead may seem okay but it's all a big charade. I'd rather live my own life than join in their masquerade. To improve our station on the wheel of life, I'll gladly become a pinion. But I'll be damned and fight like hell before I become anyone's minion

The only bad luck will be for those of us who love the story and will hate to se it end. :( :( :( :( Codey

I had no idea what a P.A. was and like a dummie asked TR. EWWWWWWWWWWWWW.....it made me hurt places no one should ever have to hurt!! LOL Codey

taking a page from Grame's book, I believe I'll just maintain a dignified silence. :oops: LMAO Codey

Last Christmas, Tim and I got our ears pierced and got eachother studs with our birthstones in them. We thought the left ear was for gays so we had our left ears done. Now Kyle (my new step uncle) has almost got my new gramma talked into letting him get his ear pierced and we told him to make sure it was the right one because the left one meant gay. I just found out that we did it backwards and thus the dilemma. Should I keep quiet and let him get his right ear pierced or tell him the truth? I'm leaning towards keeping quiet until after he gets the piercing but then I'm twisted. :twisted: :twisted: Codey

I knew you were a lot like me!! LMAO A great one is to take an old towel and cut it into strips lengthway but not cutting it all the way through. Then you wet it and roll it up and fastenen the uncut part over a bedroom door. It should be tied in the roll with the type knot you use to tie your shoes leaviing one end much longer than the other. Fasten this long end to someones bedroom door, making sure that it's short enough to pull the loops loose when the door is opened and the wet fingers of towel will fall down in the doorway. In the middle of the night, turn off the power to someones bedroom (turn off the circuit breaker) and start making weird noises. When they get up to inveztigate and are in the dark, I guarantee there will be screaming when they open their door and walk into those cold wet fingers. (this works especially well on younger brothers who have been told ghost stories before bed and on macho men around sixty :twisted: ) Codey

Gaby, I'm at a loss as to what to say. I know what you're going through now and what you're feeling. It sounds trite but all I can say is that it does get bearable with time. What has helped me is the thought that, in the context of forever, you will be reunited in the blink of an eye. Death is nothing more than a doorway to a new reality and, when you step through that door, she and other loved ones will be there waiting to welcome you. I know this doesn't help the way you feel right now but maybe it will be a comfort in the future. My deepest condolences and I'll keep you in my thoughts and prayers. Codey

If you like the new story better than L&L, it must be a great one because L&L is one of the best! Codey

I'm a firm believer that your work only has to satisfy one person...you. I would much prefer a discussion of the meaning of a work than critique another's labor. I think this is a great example of a written version of the ars moriendi art style. Codey

"to", I meant "to"...honest I did lol Codey

OMG juggler, this is hilarious. Is this what I have to look forward too this fall? Codey

I appreciate the compliment Talonwriter but I didn't write this one. lol It was written by my friend DJ...awesome isn't it? Codey

Nice DJ...they're always better coming from your heart. Codey

I don't know what that is but wish you the best, James. Codey

The End of Twilight a poem by Codey Morning arrives with a cry as dawn breaks bright and clear, birthing a day of promise, an innocent not yet knowing fear. A day unfettered by certainties, born with a totally clean slate. Bearing no innate prejudice and a heart still free from hate. But during the day things happen, things with which we must cope, or join with crowds of others descending a slippery slope. A slope that's iced with anger and oiled by lies and deceit, leading to a day of frustration, a day, somehow, incomplete. Confused by cacophonous noise from a myriad of voices, the day is slowly formed from unnumbered choices. Some choices good, some choices bad, a lottery in a cosmic game. But whoever makes the choice must be willing to accept the blame. Twilight whispers a warning that soon the day will end, leaving us with questions but no answers we comprehend. And tho, at the end of twilight, all might be revealed, by the end of twilight, our fate is already sealed. And then night falls.

As some of you know, My Gramps married my best friends mom today at 10:00 am. I couldn't sleep to good and at 4:45 am I woke up and then woke Gramps up. I reminded him he had about five hours of freedom left and then I kept him updated with the time-line every half hour. He seemed not to be too upset until the 8 am warning when he threw a plate of toast at me! (minus the plate of course) The wedding was great with just a few friends and our extended family there. I stood up for my Gramps and Kyle stood up for his mom and gave her away. This was way cool. I made a great impression on my new Granny with my gift. When she first opened it, she was speechless. I had given them a pair of toy handcuffs and a card that read, "Marital aids for the elderly." I had no idea adults could spit their drink thru their nose like we kids can. This gift made such a good impression that I thought I'd let all you know about it in case you know any old people getting married. A word of warning though, don't stand in front of the bride as she opens it if she just took a sip of champagne. Cheers everyone. Codey

Thanks guys. This was of those poems that grabbed me by the neck, lifted me off the ground and penned me to the wall until I got it written. I'm afraid I was a bit of an ass to some people around me while it was being written but elecivil gave me permission to be a little weird because I'm a poet. lol Codey

Hi everyone. This is Tim. Codey wrote this last night and today and I just typed it up for him and am posting it for him. I hope I'm doing this right or I'm in deep crap. lol Tim I Danced With Unicorns a poem by Codey While walking thru the woods one night, I happened, purely by chance, to come upon a clearing, a place where the unicorns dance. I stood in awed amazement at this wondrous, glorious sight. Not even daring to breathe, lest they run away in fright. Forming circles within circles, they gathered in silent formation. Each knew exactly where he belonged and took his place without hesitation. In the outer ring, there was a space and they turned and looked at me. On their faces, were looks of questioning, as if giving a silent plea. Unsure of their intentions, I advanced with trepidation, not sure if their looks were warnings, or truly an invitation. I took the place in the outer ring and I felt a sense of welcome and then within my mind and soul, I heard the beat of a drum. The circles slowly began to move, each in an opposite direction. Each movement timed to the beat of the drums, and performed in tight synchronization. We circled around the axis but changed direction with each revolution, catching glimpses of each past and future and visions of each new evolution. We danced the dance of the needy and the dance for those oppressed. We danced for those who live without hope with the fervor of beings possessed. We danced the dance of time before time and the dance of times yet to be. We danced the dance of creation, then we danced the dance of me. I felt all existence shifting, like a wave beneath my feet, as all that is was being erased and time began to repeat. I saw the stars falling from the sky and new stars being created. I saw the moon and our oceans and knew all was interrelated. I felt the pounding of our hearts and heard the screaming of our souls, at the death and rebirth of all that we are, at the pain of being made whole. As we moved in frenzied circles, my soul became entranced. My heart slowly filled with joy and love, as I, with the unicorns, danced. We fell in utter exhaustion, at the ending of the dance, and the drum beat slowly fading, released us from our trance. They slowly recovered and slipped away, with no good-bye or backward glance, and I know, in my heart, that all will be well as long as the unicorns dance.

So many replies to reply too. I guess I?ll just take them in order. James Savik: You don't do gay teens any favors painting the gay world as rosy and being inhabitated with care bears. That is NOT the case. It has just as many tricks, traps and predators as the straight world if not more so. It is inhabitated by just as many angry, damaged and evil people I don?t believe I?m painting a rosy picture of gay life but I do believe it?s realistic. You say you have no point of reference for my reality but that goes both ways. I?m sorry you?ve lived the life you have but it is not what the majority of gay teens experience. What they do experience is a fear of being gay based on the negative stories they read on line and hear about from other sources. Do you want some scary statistics? The suicide rate among young gay males ages 13/19 is four times the rate for straight guys in the same age group. In interviews with some who survive the suicide attempt, one of the main factors in trying to kill themselves was their perception of what kind of life they were going to have to lead as gays. Where do they get these perceptions? Most say from stories on the internet. You?re right that the world isn?t just inhabited by care bears but they are out there and when I find one I take it into my life and heart. You don?t see the life a lot of gay teens live but where are you looking? You won?t find them in the bars and pick up joints. You?ll find them in the schools and in churches and playing ball with their friends. You?ll find them at the parks with their families on a picnic or at the beach with friends. It?s true that bad things happen to good people but bad things happen more often to people who have made some bad choices in their lives and put themselves at risk. plasticreality: Your statistics were shocking and drove me to research to verify them. What I found was your school must have been an anomoly. The instances of violence and drug and alcohol use was above the norm by factors ranging from X3 to X10. http://www.cdc.gov/ncipc/factsheets/yvfact...ts.htm....Among students nationwide, 33% reported being in a physical fight one or more times in the 12 months preceding the survey (Grunbaum et al. 2004). http://www.health.org/govpubs/rpo990/...Twenty-two percent of youth under age 18 report drinking at least once a week. l "res19" http://www.healthcalculators.org/calculato...lcohol.asp...In a medical study of 11,426 teens, almost 18 percent indicated they drank alcohol at least once per month. About 10 percent said they drank alcohol at least once per week http://www.marijuanaaddiction.info/marijua...htm...Marijuana is the most widely used illicit drug in the United States. It tends to be the first illegal drug that teens use. Nearly one in ten teens ages 12 to 17 currently used marijuana in the United States. Nearly a quarter of eighth graders reported that they had already tried it. A 1997 survey of Michigan high-school students showed that 48 percent of students surveyed had tried marijuana and 28 percent were current users....Marijuana is the most widely used illicit drug in the United States. According to the 2000 NHSDA, an estimated 14.0 million Americans were current (past month) marijuana users. This represents 6.3 percent of people aged 12 or older and 76 percent of current illicit drug users. http://www.whitehousedrugpolicy.gov/public...cocaine/...this site has graphs showing only 7.8% of seniors in 2002 had tried cocaine in their lifetime. http://www.nida.nih.gov/Infofacts/HSYoutht...s.html....shows 12% have used hallucinogens in their lifetime Studies have shown that approximately 20% of teens have considered suicide but that only 1% of that 20% actually make a suicide attempt. http://www.kron4.com/Global/story.asp?S=793347...SAN FRANCISCO (KRON) -- There are an estimated 400,000 children under the age of 18 involved in prostitution nationwide, or 1 out of every 22 teenage girls across the country....44,000,000 million kids 10/19...this shows the national average to be less than one percent of teens involved in prostitution. with only .75 of one percent of teens nationwide involved in prostitution, maybe the 23% at your school needed the money to pay for their drug and alcohol habits? There are many sites on line other than the ones I?ve listed, that have basically the same numbers. I can only conclude that there was a serious problem at your school that was being ignored. Having lived with this I understand that it is your reality but again as with James, this is not the reality most teens live with. My favorite Aussie, Graeme:I agree with the statement that in many stories, gay teens are portrayed as flawed. However, I disagree with the interpretation of this. In many stories (of all genres), characters are portrayed as flawed. This is not unique to gay ficition. A question has been made previously about WHY having flawed characters should be considered to be bad. After all, people are generally flawed. I think if you reread what I wrote I was saying that I objected to them being portrayed as flawed because they were gay. The next sentence in my rant explains that I recognize we are all flawed but no more flawed than the people in the straight world. Graeme: All of these are legitimate uses of fiction. Insisting on "reality" means that the story can't be used to escape. Denying that certain things DO occur means that the story can't be used to educate those ignorant, or help readers realise they aren't alone. I don?t deny these things happen or that they should be explored in our stories. I know kids are abused and that some lose their homes and families and it is heart breaking but the picture painted by the prevalence of negative stories on line tends to lead, people searching for answers, to believe that this is what generally happens instead of it being what happens in a small minority of cases. For instance, you cite your story Falls Creek Lessons. It deals with not one but a possible second gay rape. You handled it brilliantly. It was dealt with and you were able to show that Paul, with help from Chris and other friends, was learning to cope unlike Dan?s friend who tried handling it on his own and ended up dead. Through Paul?s concern, you were able to show what to look out for...a good lesson for your readers. Graeme: Excuse me? I didn't realise you wrote silly little poems. I've only seen the good stuff..... Hummm...maybe your monitors broken or you need new glasses? LOL (Thanks BTW) Codey

OK, so I?m screwed up. There have been some things going on in my life lately that have been taking up way to much of my time. I?ve found myself failing into the trap of negative thinking and it?s causing problems in my relationships with my grandfather and even some friends. I?ve been accused of being too vanilla or too white bread by some because of the things I believe and for a while I was beginning to think maybe they were right and I was wrong. I admit that I?m vanilla and white bread but that?s the way I was reared. While my parents were alive, I was taught that if you see a wrong you try to right it, if you see someone who needs help you do all you can to give them the help they need. They, and now my grandfather, have taught me that just because something was a certain way it doesn?t mean it always will have to be that way or that the way some things are doesn?t mean that they can?t be changed for the better. I guess what I?m trying to say is that my outlook on life is at odds with many adults who have settled for life the way it is instead of working to make it the way it could be. This acceptance of the way things are, or are perceived to be, is reflected in much of the ?gay? fiction on line today. It carries with it the message that there is no hope for change so just learn to endure. The emphasis on negativity and sex in most stories is sending the wrong message to teens who are struggling to even admit to themselves that they?re gay let alone admit it to the world. It is sending the message that there must be something wrong with us or things wouldn?t be so bad for us. In far to many stories, gay teens are portrayed as flawed in someway as if being gay means being flawed. Gay teens are no more flawed than their straight counterparts with the exception of issues raised by their perceptions of what their lives are going to be like as gay men or women. Without a more positive picture of what it means to be gay, these teens have only what they see online as models for gay life. I, for one, am tired of being told I?m out of the mainstream because I don?t like stories with graphic sex or drug usage. I don?t like being told I?m an idiot because I see some of the stories on line to be harmful to some people. I don?t like being told that I?m not living in the real world because I refuse to believe that these things are reality and the way I think, believe and live is fantasy. I can?t thank Mike, TR and Blue enough for their running interference for me and giving me heads ups about stories they know I?ll be uncomfortable with. OK...rant over. Now maybe I can get back to writing my silly little poems and just being me. Codey

This is one of the most awesome stories I've ever read. I think it's the best TR's done. It gave me goosebumps and brought tears to my eyes. Awesome job TR...you have great written all over your work!! Codey

Hummmm...the link disappeared. Must be the work of Lifty and Shifty. :twisted: http://happytreefriends.atomfilms.com/watc...odes/index.html You can't trust Racoons!!! Codey

Thanks Gabe, let's not tell the white eyes the significance of the title or message tho. LMAO Codey

This is one of my favorite sites. If you don't laugh at this stuff, you're one sick puppy. If you do laugh at this then you're an even sicker puppy. LMAO Codey

I listened to Gabe doing a reading on kpoo radio in San Fransisco tonight. He was absolutely awesome!! I think he was by far the best of alll the poets giving readings tonight. Great going Gabe...you are awesome and leave me speechless sometimes. Codey