The boy named Dog, was not anything like a human.
He was caged and beaten, and fed like a pig.
That poor boy, Dog.

He chases girls, and tries to hit them. Once they cry,
So does he.
Abused and used, he would runaway,
But no one would take him.
That poor boy Dog.

He would whine and howl all night long,
Crying out for someone to help him.
That poor boy, who wasn't anything like a human.

He got his wish for rescue,
But only just a little too late.
They found him in his doghouse,
All bruised and bloody
That poor boy Dog.

This poem is based of Sabertooth, from the X-Men. In the graphic novel, his father beats him, and everyone just calls him Dog. My poem doesn't really follow Dog, its just based off the graphic novel.

In English class, we were assigned to do poems overnight. Just two, but I really like how they turned out.
This poem is dedicated to my dog storm.

Storm
He likes to snuggle- keep warm
Plays in the snow- Brr, he runs to keep warm
Loves food- Can't have too much though
Loves his voice- his owners don't
Guard dog- wimp!
Name is storm- born during a lightning storm
Baby- he's my baby.

Fresh
Fresh from the garden, I pick my fruit
Fresh from the dryer, nicely warm
Fresh feel, fresh smell, fresh touch.

I have a fear of sharp objects, but in this society, we have to get vaccinations to keep use alive and without illness.
So today we had to take some needles in school.
They called use down alphabetically to stand in a line to give them our names, then wait on a bench to be called to a table where we would get our needles, then have to go to a mat to wait 15 minutes to be released.

Now in this posses, I was in a panic. My last name started with an L, so I had to wait a bit before being called down. My friends, bless them all, sat with me to keep me calm. Finally, I was called down, and there I was shivering so bad my hair shook.
I was then called to the table where the nurses wouldn't let my friend come to help me. Instead the nurse helped me. She was also the wife of my band teacher, so we talked about music. However I was crying (I know pathetic, right?) so I couldn't really think straight.

By the way, we had to get 2 needles in the same arm. They both stung. Once I was on the mat, I was still crying, then a nurse gave me some juice. Not apple because I hate it, They had orange juice for me.

Now its over and I can barely left my arm. Yeah!

To get one thing straight, I'm gay. Now, if anyone has a problem with that, so be it. But this is my journal (You don't have to read it) and I get to rant on about whatever I want. Even about how I really don't like twilight. I did read the book by the way, however that's not what I'm ranting about.
Homophobia is something very serious to me, well obviously, But gay's have been around sense the dawn of time, or at least sense living organisms have walked the planted. You never hear about it, but there are gay and lesbian animals out there.

Now some people say that homophobia is when a person doesn't understand, but whats not to get! Two people love each other! I think that's something beautiful all in its self. I also believe that when people say "I'm not a homophobe, I have friends that are gay." A lot of people mean it, but some don't. Some secretly harbor those fears towards gays.
I'm just glad I live in Canada and not anywhere with people who hang all the gays, lesbians, transvestites, etc.

This is how I meet, my perfect guy.(My dream anyway)
I'll be going to art collage walking after class in the halls with a box of art supplies.
I'll turn a corner, and well bump into each other. I drop my stuff. He gets up then mumbles something. He yells at me to watch where I'm going next time and stalks off. Of course I wouldn't like this, So my first impression of him is bad, and therefor, I hate him for the time being.

Now, the next day in class, he's there, in the back row. We make eye contact. I glare at him, he smirk's at me. A couple days after, we do the exact same thing.
It's after class again, and I'm running late for home. So instead of taking the stairs, I take the dreaded elevator. (I hate them, they make me sick) The elevator stop's at the next floor and there HE is. He's surprised, but gets on anyway. We look at each other and do the same thing we were doing for the last couple days. Glare and smirk.

Today though isn't my lucky day, so naturally, the elevator breaks down. The lights are out and he's already over to the panel with the buttons, cursing under his breath. Trying and failing to see whats wrong with the thing sense he cant see, he searches for the phone on the panel to call the security to tell them.
They said they would get the lights on for us and have it all fixed up within the next few hours. Not even 5 minutes went by before the lights did come on.

I sighed and sat down in the opposite corner as him. I stare at him while he's deep in thought. His trance breaks when he feels eye's upon him, and looks at me. He laughs and asks if I was checking him out. I just glare.
The guy, laughs again then said something about irony. Then looked at me again and told me his name and asked for mine. I tell him and he smiles. A very happy smile i might add. He liked my name.

We talk to pass the time, and I get to know that he's not such a bad guy after all. He was just having a bad day when he bumped into me and apologized for being rude. Slowly, while we were talking, we got closer together and almost touching until the elevator gave a jolt and started moving again. We got out and said goodbye. Before I made it to the door though, he called my name. I turned and he was there with a box.

You forgot your this, he said. I smiled and said thank you. I really did forget I had that with me. I grabbed it and started to walk away again. He called again. I turned. And, before I could register what was happening, He was there, kissing me on the lips. It was very sweet and only lasted briefly.
I looked at him, and he looked at me. I glared and he smirked. He leaned foreword and kissed me again. This kiss was even sweeter than the first and had me weak in the knees. I dropped my box.
He pulled away and said.
"That box of your's is getting pretty beat up. Let me help you with it." And I was so glad I bumped into him after class that day. It would seem that today was my lucky day.