who am i?


Who I am.


I am not.

#girl   #not   #boy   #questions   #you   #me   #binary   #bound  
Dave Scott
Dec 16, 2016

Death Shallows at the door
Forever Present for what's in store
Our Eyes can't see for what's to come
Feel the burning bush and silent hum
The grim reaper knows no bounds
Black drapes over light to disappear here and now

In the world of darkness, you look forward to the light
A time from now see will flicker and bright
But for now you are a child in the black
Waiting for the creator to manifest a hack


TK Khanh
TK Khanh
Oct 6, 2016

I have always struggled with my gender and sexual identity.
And that's the problem.
Trying to identify and entity
That knows no boundaries
Lines are blurred
The lines disappear

Falling into the shells
Deffirentiating heaven and hell
On earth as it is in any direction

There is no grey
There is not blackness or light
No sadnesses or joy
No passion
Alone in the oneness
Of devotion and bliss

In a world free from judgments
Perceptions are our imaginations
Imagine wisely

#god   #gender   #binary  
Laura J
Laura J
Aug 15, 2016

I'm not a person who collects things
I live a very minimalist's life
But I have a bag of treasures
I keep close to me day and night

I sleep on an old painted daybed
It squeaks softly as I lay down
Most of my clothes are second hand
And my shoes a little worn down

But I have some precious treasures
Hidden in bags of different names
Fendi, Burberry and Prada
Leathers and fabrics of worldly fame

My treasures are hidden deep inside
In makeup bags and zippered pockets
Shiny compacts full of velvety colors
From Paris, Milan and Rome

A black cloth bag of 8 tiny bottles
Protected from the sun and rain
Bottles of perfume oils made in an alchemist's lab
With names like Dragon's Milk, Snow White and Bliss

A Christian Dior handkerchief or two
Hangs delicately inside the bag
In case the breeze brings on a sneeze
Or I notice a tear in the eye of a friend

by Mark Lj

Dan Gilbert
Dan Gilbert
Jul 3, 2016

0 0 1 1 1 0 1
1 0 0 1 1 1 0
0 0 1 1 0 1 1
1 0 1 1 0 1 0
0 1 1 0 0 1 1
1 1 0 1 1 0 0
0 1 0 1 0 1 1
1 1 0 0 1 1 0

1 1 1 0 0 1 0
0 0 1 1 1 0 1
1 1 1 0 1 0 0
0 0 1 0 1 1 1

1 1 0 0 0 1 1
1 0 0 0 1 1 1

Eliza Fairchild
Eliza Fairchild
May 10, 2016

One deep breath pushes the anxiety down my throat,
just enough to stop my hands from shaking.

my fingers fumble with buttons,
false comfort lost with each layer.

I'm naked and exposed,
eyes flickering across my body,
contradictions piling up,
making self recognition and impossible task.

A broken binary lies scattered at my feet
like the clothes I've come to dread
and the skin I wish to shed.

Gender is hard, hope to improve upon this soon.
#self   #gender   #identity   #binary  
André Fernandes
André Fernandes
Apr 23, 2016

Overwrite moments w/ 1s and 0s,
in binary mood,
until love is gone for good.

Do you remember when we
were 1 amongst many 0s?

What was once the sound
of a smile in your laughter,
tied together by sine waves,
will become empty 1s, empty 0s
after we press ‘Y’.

And the machine will
wipe the sectors for days,
until the cycles become unreadable,
and that’s when
our love will truly be gone for good.

Like a puzzle you try to solve
with the wrong pieces.

And now smashes the hammer.
Only the hit will tell
how gone for good our love will be.

A poem about losing something that you can't really recover. Like data in computers.
#it   #techno   #binary  
Mar 25, 2016

Lisa May's a pretty name
Pink and pastel, ribbons and bows
A garden of buds
Blooming woman hood
Lisa May of delicate voice
Like sugar for the ears
Softness, smoothness, curls and curves
A proper lady
Lisa May adorned in frills
Lipstick, bodice, ant bottom skirt
Dainty hands light a match
Groomed fingernails chipped and cracked
Drop the flame where you stand
Watch it burn
Into crisp fabric dust
Lisa May wash away
The ashen snow
Lisa May has lost his clothes
Lisa May lacking grace
With a 5 oclock shadow
Made of charcoal, he asks
What's your name?
Lisa May
Lisa May
Girlish voices scratched away
Laughing raspily at the scorched remains
Of your ugly ass costume
Lisa May's an ugly ass name
Sickly sweet like birthday cake
Wildfires make way for regrowth
The vibrant green and seedling trees
Breathe the smoke and make it clean

I changed my name recently because of gender stuff. It wasn't Lisa May but it was equally as girly so I changed it to something boyishly unisex.
Mar 12, 2016

the human race as a whole has created a capsule that can boost us millions of miles away into the empty nothingness that is space

but yet you lack the ability to use the correct pronouns for a person you'll never encounter again

we have discovered how to revive a human being from death by using medical tools and techniques

but yet you despise another human for wearing an item of clothing, or lack of

do you understand that we are all we have?
this is it, it's never gonna get any better than this

so why do you discourage another human being for no purpose but your own
why does it seem so necessary to comment on something that is

now don't get me wrong,
im all for constructive criticism
but when you say something so rude that you kill that small speckle of brightness in another persons eyes when they figure that

i don't HAVE to marry this man.
or hey.
i don't HAVE to wear this skirt.
or even hey, i don't have to submit to the standards of this young planet

then you're just an asshole.
and i dislike hating people
i dislike hating the only ones we've got in this tiny floating rock in which we call home, (earth)
but there's room in my heart to hate the ones who hate for no reason

but like i get it, you hate millennials.
but you're gonna die in a couple years Karen, so go vote for donald trump and then dig your own god damn grave.

in which i let out my salty rage
Feb 15, 2016

He was just an arrangement of 1s and 0s
which manifested itself into a body
on the other side of the planet

There were a three times
that he was right beside me
despite him not being there at all

First, he sat on the side of my bed
struck by a drunken haze
when he told me he loved me

Second, he came out of my closet
to keep me from crying
when I thought I lost him

And third, appeared right beside me
when I was walking back home
while the sun was wiping my tears.

I touched him on his shoulder
then he whispered
"I don't know who you are
We have never known each other."

I am going to cry and then I’m going to stop and then cry some more, but I won't tell you thats your fault.
#love   #sad   #regret   #hate   #anxiety   #fuck   #you   #seperation   #decide   #binary  
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