Dear Mom...Dear Mom,Dear Mom...4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I wish you'd understand that this is not just a phase. This isn't going to be going away. This is who I am. I wish you could see that I'm not happy. I wish you'd understand that I could be happy if you'd let me do this. I want to change my name. Don't worry, I'll use the name you planned on naming me had I been born in the right body.
I want to be put on T. I don't care if it make my acne worse, I never really cared about my looks much anyway. I don't care if my leg hair starts growing more and more. I never had a problem with my leg hair, I just didn't want to be the weird "girl" in town with hairy legs. I'm even getting used to the idea that I'll go bald in my old age.
I can handle this, mom, I promise. I'm not messing up my life, I'm trying to make me feel better about it.
I want to have a breast reduction. I have been complaining about my bre
UnderstandI cannot sleep,Understand4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot laugh,
I cannot even
Hold your hand,
My heart, you'll
Don't fallOne step... Two steps Maybe one more? No, that was too far! Stop! Back off! You're only hurting yourself so quit while you're ahead. You know there isn't a chance here so why do you keep trying? Come on, admit it, you've been there and you know how it will end, this is how it always ends for you.Don't fall4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You're a hopeful chaser. You know what that means? You run around, doing all the tiny things, making sure everything is to her liking but you know it won't chance a single thing... Even though you are holding out, hope, wishing, praying that it would.
You've already stumbled down this road before, grazing your knees on the gravel when you fell for her, patching your heart up when it started to tear and fall apart.
Don't do this to yourself again. Don't travel that road. You've already riddled yourself with scars, with marks, with pain that brands you hurt. Don't put your heart in those hands again, for last time it was shoved to the back of the self and forgotten.
Don't fall for her agai
The Donner Party"Of course it's not alright. Are you mad?!"The Donner Party4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His voice is commanding as anything, stopping me dead in my tracks. Of course it isn't. Of course it isn't. What am I doing? Their eyes are on me. Staring at me. Accusing me. Am I going mad? How is it that no one else has thought of it? Perhaps they are the mad ones. When faced with this or death, I would gladly choose this.
"Step back Jonathan," he repeats, taking a step closer to me, his boots crunching on the permafrost. I can feel them closing in on me. They're like wolves. Hypocrites. They converge on me now like a pack defending it's own, when they were staring like a hungry pack of animals at it just before. Why are they doing this? All I've done is vocalize what everyone else is surely thinking.
Peter's hand slowly glides toward his gun, firmly set in
This Spectrum StuffWe were just messing around on the couch like we always do, wrestling for control of the TV remote one Saturday afternoon. Jordan and I have known each other since we were nine after all; we didn't really have a lot of boundaries. When I told him I was probably a lesbian in tenth grade, that was okay with him. When he admitted he occasionally flirted with me when he was single because he didn't have anywhere else to direct it, that didn't bother me one bit. I would bat my eyelashes at him when I wanted him to do something for me, and he'd hug me protectively when people I didn't like came around. We had a good balance, weren't afraid to cross some lines because we both knew it was never going anywhere. I liked girls; we'd grown up together.This Spectrum Stuff4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's always when you get too comfortable that the universe decides to screw with you.
I had possession of the remote and was holding off his advances with my feet pressed into his chest. Jordan was struggling valiantly, but to no avail. I was just a
It Gets BetterHe didn't want to live. When I first met him, I didn't see that. Honestly, I couldn't see much beyond myself back then.It Gets Better4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Aching from a recent break up and bitter from being on the other side of abuse, all I saw when I first looked at him was someone beautiful and someone I could help. Since my best friend was beyond my reach, I tried to reach out to him. At that time, I thought I was only helping him heal physically while he helped me emotionally.
A few weeks before we met, he had fallen from a fire escape. I remember how casually he told me about the fall, about the damage it had done to his body. The memory still haunts me, though I'll never tell him that.
Even though I didn't know him, his words were a physical pain to me. Empathy has always been my greatest weakness. It is what made me look past the exterior, the obvious warning signs, the knowledge that I'll only regret it, and waste my time on worthless slobs that only hurt me. The same empathy that made my heartbreak for his pain
Black Rainbow.Cigarette Lips.Black Rainbow.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The grey of your T-shirt.
A splash of wet green grass.
Orange co-ordinated love.
It's funny how you've played
so well with the yellow sands
of the Hourglass.
How you've got me painting
you with colours of
If they ever ask.
If they ask again-we'll
throw a volley of heartbeat blue
at questions our
love doesn't like.
We've just begun some
black love and poetry.
You cannot go away yet.
Leave that stain of nicotine
on my fingertips
before you disappear
into the dawn.
All these days.
I have been painting.
Today I write.
Trans men and lesbians againKay, so if you're a trans man, you probably know about the controversy about trans men dating lesbians. That lesbians obviously don't like men, so why date trans men? Because they see them as girls, right? They fetishize us and our bodies, and don't really see us as men. They are all selfish like that.Trans men and lesbians again4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
You know what I think? It really isn't always like that.
Yeah, there are cases where that does happen, but those are the infamous chasers that manipulate trans people for their parts and treat them like objects. Those people are not worth anyone's time because they are selfish scum. This is about normal(as in, not creepy chaser) women who identify as lesbians and date trans men, I mean HOW DARE THEY?!
But you know what? Just as you can be offended that such a women could call herself a lesbian, remember that there are people, gay and straight, who are offended by us calling ourselves men. We all know that nobody can tell us what to call ourselves, and that's exactly what this is. It's te
synaesthesiasynaesthesia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the actualities are not lost on me.
but i grow these cathodes
for a reason;
why the dreammaker
with shocking orange orisons
and sung with
and why you lent your
to those rapists and angry pin harpies
and why i feel so desperate
for the sun exchange.
poets, mad men, and other prophetspoets, mad men, and other prophets3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to see, and so pray to be blind;
to see and yet fail to describe.
describing, praying to be mute;
describing what all will refute.
refuted, praying to be free;
refuted but still damned to see.
words from my friend"I will always support gays and transgenders." She said enthusiastically,words from my friend4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"If I met a gay man I would protect him from bully's and be is best friend." She said with pep,
"But if I met a lesbian, I would stay away from them, love who you want but don't include me in it." She said worried.
She had said that for a year or so.
A year has past since then, now we are in high school and we have some new friends.
"I know a lesbian couple! They are great people I love them so much." She says with glee now.
"We need to make a GSA club next year, they say they'd join, and they know other people who'd join. We could help so many people in this school." We say to each other and our other friends.
Valentines Day- Bri and Just- Part 2Justin's back arched over the mattress, he wasn't able to look behind him to see what Brian was doing. He heard lots of rustling though and could only imagine what sexual game his partner had in store. Brian leaned his head over Justin's shoulder, kiss his partners cheek, neck, ear. Justin shuddered with pleasure, he was on his knees, leaning forward, with his wrists attached to the headboard of the bed and his ass in the air. He felt Brian get off of him, he heard the plastic bottle of lube pop open as and Brian squirted a decent amount into his hand. He slid his slippery slick index finger past his lovers ring, making him squirm. Once Justin was adjusted he slowly moved his digit in and out, letting him get used to it some more. Eventually he replaced his index with his middle, being able to have further and deeper access into the blond one. Justin was just withering in pleasure, thrilled for the next thing to come. The next thing was obviously much big than any of his fingers.Valentines Day- Bri and Just- Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
singularitya causal chain turning back on its self and reconnecting in new ways;singularity5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
neuronets forged in patterns of synaptic lightning casting shadows on the wall of future memory;
origamic creases and curves in the cyclopian vellum of space-time giving rise to infinite infinities;
burgeoning realities on the fractalized cusp of creation expanding in the non-locality.
the lotus opens.
within that is the lotus,
AntichristAntichrist5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Günümüzde cins cins sanat akımlarının ve de sanat kirliliğinin orta yerinde, içinde bulunduğumuz post modern çağda (kimilerine göre de hiperrealistik), sanatın ve sanat eserinin ne olduğu büyük bir tartışma konusu. Öyle ki sinemanın sanat olup olmadığı bile tartışılır oldu. Ancak yine de hala hemen hemen her tür sanat çevresinde kabul görmekte olan görüşe göre, bir sanat eserini sanat eseri yapan özelliklerin başında tartışma yaratması (münakaşa değil) ve ilham verici olması geliyor. Ben de bu görüşe katılıyorum. Bu yönüyle ele aldığımızda, çağımızın en önemli yönetmenlerinden Lars Von Trier'in Andrey Tarkovsky'ye adadığı ve bir korku gerilim
Love not hateEveryone seems to think,Love not hate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That it's wrong to be not straight.
They don't seem to understand,
The wrongness of their hate.
They always seem to judge,
Who it is we date.
But we are still us,
And we are just great.
Gender shouldn't matter.
Our love, they shouldn't hate.
We always say our time will come,
But our time has come to late.
We deserve our right to love.
We shouldn't have to wait.
We should have the right,
To choose who we want to date.
Girl or Guy,
Gay, bi, or straight,
No one deserves to feel the torture,
of any form of hate
An Undying LoveThere was once, some time ago, a lovely little village that lay nestled between wide, rolling green hills. It was a nice place; it was almost always sunny, the clouds choosing to come and let the rain fall only during the peaceful nights. The grass was always a bright green, and the rivers and streams that twined through the village were sparkly and pure untainted by the poisons of humankind.An Undying Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The people of this village were also lovely kind, pure; innocent to the violence that lay beyond their secluded little village. They were loving, sweet they didn't muse over things such as race or sexuality. For in this village, regardless of your age, appearance or characteristics, everyone was equal. It didn't matter if you were straight or gay, black or white, old or young so long as you were kind to those around you, you were accepted.
However, as wonderful as this village was, it did have its downfalls. See, as green and pure as it was, it was still only a tiny vil
Four YearsIt's been four years since I've last seen you.Four Years4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Four years since I held you as close as my heart,
Four years since I heard the words that you spoke just for me.
Its been four years since you last crushed apart my heart.
I remember it perfectly.
I was just sitting at home waiting for you to come back so I could tell you the good news.
As soon as I heard the door open I sprang off the couch,
Nearly taking out the lamp in my rush,
To get to you and to sweep you off my feet.
But what I saw stopped me cold.
There you were,
In the doorway,
With your hand in another's.
I could tell that you had something to tell me
And I think I already knew what
I didn't want to believe it, so I asked you.
"Who who is this?"
"Alex, this is my new boyfriend Tommy."
"Boyfriend?....Baby what about us?"
The look on your face
It haunted my dreams for months afterwards.
The words haunted my every waking moment for years.
"What do you mea
Hate MyselfTake a look at youHate Myself4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Useless, hated space
You need to be pushed away
All the pain you feel
No one cares it's real
Fuck your existence
You are a fucking hindrance.
Can't do anything
Pull the trigger, BANG
Pushed it all away
Never again live those days
I wish you'd just die
I swing, punch your face
I bleed as the mirror breaks
I can only hate myself
I put myself in this hell
I put my all into one
My all is done, everything is gone
I can't crawl back up from this
I'm stuck bleeding in this pit
Please kill me
Without my all, I'm my own worst enemy
As the darkness shrouds
Falling to the ground
You're left there alone
Your death everyone condones
You hold your hand out
Her mind, full of doubt
She leaves you to cry
You're still you, you wonder why
Your hands reach up high
You scream to the night
Grabbing at the stars
They shine bright in your own hell
You shout to the sky
Please just one more time
My chest pounds this pain
I was you before you changed
I can only h
Gloom Of The DeadGloom Of The Dead4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Gloom of the Dead
As I rise from the table dead
Crosses tombstones in my head
Seeing from the windows ledge
Rest in piece is what my tombstone said
Cutting & drilling in my remains
Autopsy's finished with nothing to gain
Longing for the final end
Fog of the night is setting in
(GLOOM OF THE DEAD)
Shadows in the deep-slivering maggott bed-rats begin to creep
(GLOOM OF THE DEAD)
Blood drips dry I feel no pain
Im immortal yet quite insaine
As my blood has ran dry
Patiently I wait for you to die
To fill my soul with life agian
I need your blood I need your skin
A masterpiece of my demise
To wear you skin as my disguise