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transgender FtMtumours on my chesttransgender FtM5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
empty air between my legs
none of this is me
In the classroomIn the classroom he sits always aloneIn the classroom10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold in the heart and chilled to the bone
He watches as his classmates slowly walks by
He could stand up and talk, but all the words feels like a lie
He tried to fit in, to be one of them
But all his tries just is to big of a burden
No matter how hared he tries
They look at him, like hes an alien in disguise
He closes his eyes and lets his mind slip away
Dreams of a place were his not forced to stay
Cause in a class for just chicks
Being a boy, just doesn't click
InnocenceI want to be that little boy again.Innocence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Happy, naive, and blind to the troubles of the world.
Where drama was somebody stealing your crayons,
and everybody was your friend.
When your heart was only broken when you didn't get your way,
and kissing your best friend didn't make you gay.
When your parents still thought everything you did was great,
and you could still be president.
When Santa was real,
and freckles were still cute.
When spelling words were the end of the world,
and math was 2+2.
When best friends didn't stab each other in the back,
but only poked each other with straws.
When you could still be anything you wanted,
not
Im dead to mummyIts like your deadIm dead to mummy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now that you came out
Your genders fine
Your brain is flawed
Your a girl
to put it blunt
I dont see the truth
in someone denying nature
just look between your legs
then you'll know the answer
You just want attention
its simply a lie
a phase, a mishap
not a reason to cry
so suck it up
put on a dress
be my little girl
or be my dead son.
How Are You Feeling?How are you feeling ?How Are You Feeling?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you alright?
How are you feeling ?
You don't have your usual shine
How are you feeling ?
You look broken, distressed
How are you feeling ?
I'll be here for you, feel for you, need for you
How are you feeling ?
I thought you'd get better, it just isn't fair
You used to be perfect and now you're dropping
What happened to you in the past, was it because of you?
Please get better, please be fine
I know it's not your fault, for it is me
Don't leave me, I need you still. I'll do anything for you
I have the will
Just believe in yourself for you will be alright
I believe in you
Just don't go.
3 months have
SuppressedHe: unseen.Suppressed1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Can't be." They say.
They see
the She
He wears,
in fear,
for Sheep,
to please
with ease--
but who?
PortraitI could never capture you truelyPortrait1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
on paper or with pen.
Your grace and strength dance
in ways my hands never could.
I know your eyes shine
and I know your lips smile
I know pencils could only darken
the life.
It is okay though.
Nothing ever could work it out.
No talent exists,
and no artist was ever born.
You shine through you
and not through others.
Mabe one day,
you will make your own portrait.
just....thoughtssometimes i try to imaginejust....thoughts1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
myself as they think i am.
myself to their liking,
and no embarrassment to hide.
but i just can't!
i cant imagine myself
anyother way than i
already am.
the idea of being another way,
any other way of thinking,
of being
just feels alien.
but i could never tell them.
because if i did,
would things change?
could things ever be the same?
would it be a surprise,
a shock and a shame?
or do they already kinda know?
can they see it?
could they still look at me the same?
would they look at me in the eye
and see the me iv always been?
or would their eyes only meet the floor?
theres too many quetions,
Blah.And I can see the alcohol seeping through your pores,seeping through your teeth and pooling in your eyes. And it's splashing onto me. It's not like I have enough things to deal with in my life. And you will spill your guts and your secrets to me and I will kill you because my fingers are like razor blades. Addiction will end Those lights, all you see; that spinning, that funny feeling. Remember theirs another way out. I want to kill you or for you to kill yourself and frankly suicide isn't the onely way to kill yourself. Im begining to think that life is too. So he askes me to live,please love,llive for me. But every moment I live.Blah.1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
It gets better.It gets better.It gets better.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Don't forget the smiles.
Don't forget the happy times.
No matter how much shit you're going through,
/keep going./
Soon the darkness will become light.
Soon the sadness will become something more.
Something better.
Don't give up.
Don't stop.
You're stronger than you think.
/It gets better./
misleadingi'm not lookingmisleading2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at your eyes like
i'm supposed to,
i'm looking at
your cheekbones and
your brows, and your nose,
and the small brown dots
in your skin,
your unmistakable, unquestioned
masculinity
i think about saying
something nice and expected,
but i say
"i can't help but look at you
with a sense of
jealousy"
and then i can't hear
what you're saying
(or not) i'm looking at
your facial structure and
wondering why you were
born into the right skin
and skeleton and nervous system
and i
wasn't
That Hurt The MostWhat hurts more then anything,That Hurt The Most2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the way you looked at me.
Pretending nothing was wrong,
like you couldn't see.
My heart.
Shattered.
My soul.
Torn.
It wouldn't matter what's happened though.
I know that if you came to me,
and held me close,
I'd forgive you,
though you've hurt me the most.
What would you do?Once upon a time,What would you do?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little girl had a dream,
Of a magical garden,
Full of candles and flowers,
With loved ones near,
Watching only her,
Gazing at her beauty,
Gliding to a man in a suit,
In a beautiful white dress,
Making a promise,
To love no matter what,
Til the end of time,
Once upon a time,
The best day of her life,
Or was meant to be,
Yet things can differ,
Change in an instant,
What if the man in a suit,
Had long brown hair,
Tall and amazingly beautiful,
Eyes that made her heart stop,
What if he was a she,
And the world said no,
To wearing the dress,
Once upon a time,
A little girl had a dream,
To grow up a woma
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where?where are they?where?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the free spirits
who dont give a good god damn
what the others have to say?
with theyr dreams and ambitions
and silly attitudes?
with theyr loving responses
to a bleeding friend?
and their ability to smile
at even the biggest douche bag?
where are all the people
that believe in themselves
as much as their friends?
those that dance in the rain
instead of waiting for the storm to pass?
where are the brave ones that pull you out
of a line of fire, alive?
the ones that will knock down
the walls you build up,
but only to hug the crying soul inside?
please help me find my friends,
cause i really need them
thinking thoughtsi think i thought a thoughtthinking thoughts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today, but soon enough, it flew away! and so i think
in this thought i think i thought,
you were involved. i think...
so if indeed this thought i think i thought
was about you, i must think of what thought
brought me to forget such a beautiful thought to think
and as i think of what led me to forget your thought
i think it was indeed the thought
of you being so far from me, and i think
the thought i think i thought
was a tough thought to think.
so i let this thought fly away so that instead i would think
of happy thoughts to think.
instead of thinking of how sad i am at the thought
of you so far awa
Dear WendyDear Wendy,Dear Wendy2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Everything happens for a reason. So there is a reason why you are still here. I am grateful for you to be alive. And so is your sister, your brother, your family and your friends.
We may never know why we came to earth or why we survive through the hardest of times but I can tell you one thing: IT IS WORTH IT.
True, there are times where you can't see the end or a new day, a new smile, a new hope. But these things, these feelings, they are just like the stars. Even though we cannot see them, they are there.
I promise you, there will be hard times and you just want to give up or lock yourself in your room with the music so lo
happy thoughtsCupcakes, music, kitty cats,happy thoughts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Poems, paints, and silly hats.
Bracelets, drawing, voodoo dolls,
Crazy shoes, someone who calls.
All these things keep me sane
Like rain upon my window pane.
But when you leave, gone is my smile.
So please come back and stay a while?
IndestructableEmpty.Indestructable2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost.
Broken.
Sad.
Hoping.
Wishing.
Tried.
Failed.
Still…
Crying.
Conflicted.
Tormented.
Breathing.
This is how I feel sometimes.She's tired.This is how I feel sometimes.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's alone.
Crying until her eyes can't function
She gets up
Staggering across the bleached-white floors
She tumbles.
She Rumbles.
She falls.
She grabs the drawr to reveal her secret.
What did she grab?
She grabbed a peace offering.
Why not?
Best way to end a life-long one way war, isn't it?
She holds it up to her head
Soluting her past life.
Praying that it is almost over.
then before a muslce is moved,
Words and images flash before her eyes as if a lightning struck her head.
Filled with emotion,
she lays it down.
and never picks it up again...
The MirrorI could tell you a story about someone else.The Mirror2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I could let you believe, for a moment, in the falsehoods I would weave, about somebody else, with different problems.
But instead, I'm going to tell you what I'm thinking. I'm going to let you read my mind (look at that, a play on words). For once, I will be honest.
When looking in the mirror, I see another girl. One who's got roughly a 66% chance of not committing suicide; one who's got no chance of escaping her disease. When I look at myself without guile I see hope, and I see doubt, and I see where there should be scars, on my arms and legs; I see all the times I've restrained myself for some
.Smile.Tears not of blue but of blinding smiles.Smile.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Followed by trails that go on for miles
Born years ago and from that day
I've finally learned to smile today.
Through forests of lies and mountains of molehills
Dreams that once lived and thousands of red pills
I've found a safe place to dub the name 'home'
Where happiness lives and hopes will now roam.
Lest I forget that love does exist
That happiness comes to those who persist
I'll paint the town red with faith and with trust
In hopes that my spirits won't be turned to dust.
What I'm HidingWhat i'm HidingWhat I'm Hiding2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I lay down at night,
Sometimes I cry,
Sometimes I dream of chocolates,
Sometimes i pray.
Sometimes I pull down the blanket,
And ignore the shiver in my bones,
My rumbling stomach...
my tired soul...
Sometimes I walk to my mirror,
And strip down my clothes,
Sometimes I look at my body,
And curse my soul.
Sometimes a voice goes off in my head,
"Eat", it says, eat this, eat that,
But i do not...
I do not...
My story...I can't just sit and watch you leave,My story...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not after all you mean to me,
I've grown attached,
You're my strong armed crutch,
When life let me down you picked me back up,
Without you minuets and hours run together,
Each passing day my locked fears untangle,
Taunting me with prodding knifes,
Cutting apart my empty heart,
Without you I'm not sure who I am,
You built me up
Tried to make my pained soul strong,
But you slowly slip into the dark unknown
This is all just so wrong,
I can feel you leaving,
But there's nothing I can do,
So ill watch you go,
And get one good last look of the face of my angel,
You said forever and ever and al
Sta.sh
