I don't want to be afraid Yet I always am I don't want to be ashamed But I don't know if I can Be brave Be strong Instead of hiding behind this mask I want to admit my insecurities But I'm to afraid I know they will be supportive of me Why can't I be…
Tag: Poetry
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A swipe Pulling my pen Across a blank sheet of paper A smear of ink Follows my hand The start to a rainbow
a thousand miles to the east
it’d be a thousand miles to the east and almost two thousand miles to the west but I am willing to fly, drive, take a bus, or walk, across those stretches of land so that I can hug my partners so that I can kiss them and cuddle them and just be with them for…
Grave Digger
tw: gender dysphoria What am I doing wrong? Her visits are rare and cruel. She uses a knife and digs it into the wounds she helped create. She says my name in a grave, knowing that I mourn its loss. But can I criticize? I'll just be pushing her away. I miss her. But it's…
so love
Hate spews Hate burns Hate tricks Hate destroys Hate rips and tears Hate takes all that's well And makes it wrong. All that's loved Suddenly gone. It rips families and friends To pieces It wrongly convicts And strips those of what's needed. Hate breaks. So love. Love mends old wounds Love resolves old tunes Love…
collision
we met at the collision of words and summer storms laughing in purple hoodies and spreading our hair through warm grass we forgot the reasons we shouldn’t and locked fingers under streetlights, too busy making memories out of mosquito bites to remember the rest of the world we drowned our feelings in the sparkling rain…
Point A
We are more then a midsummer dream, I swear. We are more then what I have left- a green shirt with an inside joke that washed off too easily one blurry photo a longer-then-it-should-have been note in the pen that never smudged We are something too big to hold. Tapping morse code of our own…
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A poem I wrote after I was broken up with by my best friend
to the dresses in my closet
How are you? Besides frilly and heavily gendered, I mean. We've known each other a while, Ever since my aunt declared I would look simply darling In pink with ringlets And I wondered why someone Would ever want to be darling When you could be witty. Even though you're just a piece of cloth, I…
A Collection of Poems
remembering your wings my fairy wings grew in between my shoulder blades sprouting from skin like a tulip pushing itself up from its bulb into the fresh air of the spinning world. nail clippers and scissors are not strong enough to trim wings never enough to make you forget that your petals and hands and…
