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An introduction begins with your name.
Not your raving personality,
Your most inner thoughts,
Or your beaming laugh,
But your name.
You said you would love me no matter what
That isn't true
I told you the truth and you denied it
I was confident that night
A brick wall
I thought you were too greatThought you'd never see meBut when we met My friends considered you a threat
There was a child
Who always smiled.
But his life was becoming wild
He had hundreds of questions piled,
In his struggling mind.
He was 'Polly'for all,
But he found joy on being called 'Paul. '
dear God,
with a capital G,
is their any way i can say this simply?
how do i tell mom
that i don't know what's wrong with me?
that my brain steals
locks
hides
memories
Her eyes shine like stars
Her laugh sounds like guitars
Her smile makes me stutter
Her voice makes my stomach flutter
Dear Mom and Dad,
Let go of the daughter you thought you had
Let go of the idea that a vagina defines my gender
Let go of what those doctors told you
You said forever
I guess you didn't mean it
You went for my best friend
What happened to loyalty?
She likes you too
It hurts but if you're happy leave
Go be with her, please do
I look at her
She looks at me
I never knew that I could feel this much
I want to become one with her,
Become part of her story,
All Of Me
I go to check if my heart is still there
It’s not, you stole it
And all I can feel is blood filling up the empty space
His quivering hands hold back
His eyes stare wide
Should he take the roses
Or shrivel up and hide?
I need to numb the hurt
I cannot face this hurt
When it looks so much like you
I pick up swords
To fight you off
But they turn to sand in my palms
i wish we had never met,
i wish we had never kissed,
never fucked,
i wish i had never taken your hand in mine,
i wish i had never given you a ring,
do you feel my brush strokes
as i spread the paint across this page
my art comes in words
and my heart comes in pieces
Because of you.
I feel pain deeply
Deep in the very chambers of my heart
I feel it in my blood
Coursing through my veins
Race car drivers on their last lap
two storms met a pair of amber gems
and the whole world stood still
what do you want
turned into whatever you want
and two ruddy organs
never again will i trust
anyone who dares
tell me
“i’ll never leave”
you are all damn liars
time i will never get back
the taste of your tongue
is still on my lips
and the feeling of your fingers
is still on my skin
and you both left
bruises
Dear girl that doesn’t know im in love with her,
Despite the major hints i keep dropping
I thought of you again today,
Because the sun was yellow and warm
Simple
Sweet
All around
Inspiration!
It's hard to be found
Love
Friendship
In-betweens
Inspiration!
Sometimes it can't be seen
My friends
Maybe is a word used often in all my thoughts but we were never a maybe, we were written in polished marble, carved into stone.
Maybe the clouds will open up and we will be bathed in a golden light, a voice of Heaven, the Creator, rains down like a smile and open arms, speaking the one thing we both wish to hear so desperately.
Anonymous protesters wearing their masks on their arms aren't so anonymous as they ask if you care about animals in cagesPeople flood the streetSome sleeping on it's corners, hidden by closed shop overhangs
Here upon this old woven chair
She sits in the land of the inbetween
Perched under a wooden sign post
The one rooted into muscle that sits between our ribs
There at the very tip toe top
Power. Pain is power and power kills. I never sleep, sleep is the cousin of death.
Every creed, every colour, every race. Our commonality. We are all one in death.
the world will end someday,
the sun will set for a final time.
maybe the ocean will swell up,
englufing our world in hues of blue.
maybe a rock will desend from space,
exploding our world in shades of red.
Self-discovery slapped me in the face
At the age of thirteen.
Cornered in the library, the popular girls,
Have I ever stopped to appreciate
The soft dip and curve of your hips?
The ridges on your thighs?
Dear every boy who asked me out in middle school
I hate to break it to you but I will break your heart
It’s not that you are a bad person
How could anyone not be curious about you?
The one who moves with ease, struggling to become one with her shadow.
They say she has a habit of hanging out in abandoned churches,
weaving through broken pews and stepping over tattered hymn books
and leaving bits and pieces of her past in her wake.
I feel it
i feel the hate
though not applied
to my experience
applied to
someone else
i can feel it
the pain
the suffering
of another
who shares
my traits
Silence;
was a man i once ‘loved’
he said he lived in the bath
that perhaps
if i held my head
below water
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“so, when should we have sex?”
her lips were cherry pink and quivering with insecure verve.
(did she have braces yet?)
"L" is for Love,
men, women, and transgender.
Those who rise above,
these we all remember.
"G" is for Genuine,
for being your authentic self.
The true adrenaline,
I'm sorry I have disappointed you, mom
You think it was so sudden like a bomb
It wasn't for me
And that I can guarantee
I have taken time to know for sure
That I don't need a cure
Love is not a choice
You don’t know this now, but you’re in the middle of a hurricane called life.You don’t know this, but you're not who you are, you’re who you think you should be-nothing but a stereotype and a false image printed in your head.
The Fear Within Me
There's a fear within me that won’t let me grow
A fear so big that can shake me to the core
There’s a fear within me that stops me from being with you
Love
Humans and Change
Like oil and water
To things that refuse to merge
It’s a cycle.
And it happens over and over.
I don’t think I ever told anyone;
Muses are best left hidden.
But I keep it still, close to my chest,
Like armor.
The way you would smile
Corroded shells in pale robes drag gilded chains behind their feet.
They and their disciples of cracked skin and downturned lips
Are on a holy mission:
Spread the darkness.
Corroded shells in pale robes drag gilded chains behind their feet.
They and their disciples of cracked skin and downturned lips
Are on a holy mission:
Spread the darkness.
“Be thankful,” you say “That I’m still friends with you”
As if my very presence could unravel everything you’ve worked so hard to build
It's a feeling.A feeling that you're wrong.A mistake.A freak.
That inner part of you just wants to crawl out and be freeBut the physical and mental chains of your body bind you.
A girl just the age of seven
Encountered a man
He said "This will be heaven"
Sneaking into her room at night after her mom was in bed
Again and again, broken down and violated in her bed
As I grow older, I find myself falling for girls with a similar mindset as me
I used to chase after girls
Who were pretty, beautiful, but had no personality
Something had clicked and in that moment I knew
