Life’s not a Soap at all.

By Julie Dawn Cole

I never ever give up hope
Cos life’s a story , not a soap.

For what the point if we don’t care,
For we all have days when it’s not fair,

Life is hard but - sometimes fun
Some days it rains, then out the sun,

So I always think the rains a shower
When I’m caught in a darker hour,

Yes never ever give up hope
Our life’s our story , not just a soap.

Julie

I'm Sorry
For Many things
but mainly
Because I can not be,
I can not be the boy that you want

Life

By Gwen Brown

Love them until they kill you.

Life’s too hard, the pain is sweet.

Fear the ones who love you.

Love the ones who hate you.

They make you grow.

Deceivers will give you what you want,

Even if it is insane delusion.

Courage it takes to face it head on comes

After failure and pain.

If you have the courage

or are fuckin crazy.

Big Closet is Like Heaven

Tried to be a boy, although it felt so strange
knew I was a girl, told I was insane
needed a place where they knew my name.
A friendly place, instead of more of the same

A fish out of water, a lion out of the jungle
(was a) A fish out of water, a lion out of the jungle
I needed to be me, to be me, somewhere to be me
I've got BC fever, someone showed me some love

found some people, finally found some people
to relate to, to relate to
found some people, finally found some people
to relate to, to relate to

This was written at three in the morning in about twenty minutes. I hadn't thought about posting this as it is not really about anything specifically TG. Still with all of the discussions about depression and feelings of helplessness, I thought it would be a good idea to post.

Please read this in the light of finding your own higher power and not as a plug for any given religion. This is not about my wanting to foist something upon you, but invite you to find your own way to faith.

Perhaps you'll see me sit and smile
Head up, eyes dry, and a grin on my lips
But please don't watch too much

Perhaps you'll hear a soft laugh
Joyful, happy, and kind-hearted
But please don't listen too much

Perhaps you'll feel me touch your hand
Tender, caring, and soft
But please don't feel too much

Because if you watch, you might see a tear
Because if you listen, you might hear a sob
Because if you feel, you would know

Those are the days, when a smile hides a tear.

Caught!

(Based on "Damaged" by Danity Kane)

Do you want to talk about it honey

Please how do I repair your trust in me

I need your patient understanding

But you might need some time

to figure out your heart and mind

Please don't you leave me

can't live without you, see

Baby, But this need is driving me crazy

and you caught me dressed as a lady

And I know it caused you some

Damage, damage, damage

I know I should have let you know

now your trust in me is damaged

damaged, damaged

And its all my fault, I know

I walk the road of bleeding hearts,
Treading upon the feelings of others.

It's Only Grief

You come up to me
Say “Why so sad?
You look so glum
you must feel bad”

Do You Hear Our Sisters Sing?

The Little Girl's Song

for Lizzy

We see each other every day
Every day we forget the world together
You let me show a side of myself I dare not show anyone else

There you stand in your compassionate manner
Desperately coaxing me to tell you what troubles me
Soothing me with words to never fear, you will always love me

First Up

It's the Pellegrino Girls, fresh from their American Midol Tour, with a new addition to the act...Baby Brother Pauly Boy Pellegrino joins his big twin "sisters" Missy and Patsy as they sing their big hit single, Lucky Girl?

With apologies to Clement C Moore and Theodore Geisel (aka Dr. Suess)

It was Christmas Eve night throughout my small house,
And my creatures were stirring including my pet mouse.
He, with the others, were running their feet,
Through hair stacked on wig stands I'd tried to keep neat.

It was really quite odd, but I guess you'd say funny,
I worried a lot 'cause, you know, wigs cost lots of money.
Mousie put on a show and caught me off guard,
He'd made little costumes from things I'd discard.

He was really quite cute, you could say he amazed me,

She

She / Born

Nameless / Hidden

He / Named

Loved / Known

Then

Meeting / Merging

Then

Pain / Guilt

Sorrow / Regrets

She / Buried

Alive / Helpless

Then

Whispers / Nudges