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20/Transgender Male/Somewhere over therainbow I like poetry and i like to make poetry. I mostly like to write free verse, but i ocasionally like to write poetry that rhymes... Well sorta...
All i wanted Was a good role model Someone to show me How to clean my room Or to do my laundry What i got was your laziness All i wanted Was for someone to read to me For someone to protect me And be there for me When my demons come to play What i got is a bigger, stronger demon All i wanted Was to live with my parents To be happy Even if You too were separated What i got is abandonment issues I say i want A lot of useless things Like video games, that you deemed more important than me Or movies that you might like, To get your attention But i don't really mean it Because all i want Is a decent father But what i got Is the bad lessons You left behind with me So happy ******* fathers day You deadbeat parent, you, And i really hope That you don't feel the pain I'm feeling But if you do Then deal with it Because hell, I didn't want to be broken All i wanted was you
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
All i wanted
I have a question for you. Do you think Im faking it? I want to tell you how i feel I want to do what you promised me i could do I want to be truthful But i can't Because you have already put me down And brushed me off as a "moody teenager" I'm 18 About to be 19 Ill admit, i am young But is that a reason to brush me off? Is that a reason to not let me talk? Is that a reason.... To deny my feelings? To treat me like I don't have a voice? Is that a reason to make me feel Like Im a bird That had his wings torn off? Is that a reason To point out my stutter To yell at me when Im trying to think of my next words carefully? To yell at me When i don't yell at you? I already know that my words Are not right. They are not how i want them to be They come out of my mouth Like a monster of hatred They stutter and they run And they cause destruction They cause me pain Do you have to point out That i act childish? That i "over react"? That Im a "drama queen"? Because sometimes I act more mature than you And then i get bashed with profanities that you just wont let me say out loud Can i remind you Of the promise you made me When i was in the psychiatric hospital? A promise that i could tell you When Ive hit my lowest point? When Ive had enough? Because Ive had enough Of the name calling Of the ******* arguments Of ******* everything But i can't tell you Because i was getting better And you would think I'm lying And you, and everyone else in this family Will join your hands Put your differences aside And scream out you version of motivation But what you don't see Is sometimes all i need Is for someone to notice How much i hold back my anger When you let loose yours Is for someone To let me finish a sentence Before they yell at me For someone To side with me And not just with the adult in the situation For you to ******* stop. And listen Before i do something Something that my ****** up mind thinks will fix the situation But will only make it worse For those who i left behind
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC
Well here goes nothing
I have a question for you. Do you think Im faking it? I want to tell you how i feel I want to do what you promised me i could do I want to be truthful But i can't Because you have already put me down And brushed me off as a "moody teenager" I'm 18 About to be 19 Ill admit, i am young But is that a reason to brush me off? Is that a reason to not let me talk? Is that a reason.... To deny my feelings? To treat me like I don't have a voice? Is that a reason to make me feel Like Im a bird That had his wings torn off? Is that a reason To point out my stutter To yell at me when Im trying to think of my next words carefully? To yell at me When i don't yell at you? I already know that my words Are not right. They are not how i want them to be They come out of my mouth Like a monster of hatred They stutter and they run And they cause destruction They cause me pain Do you have to point out That i act childish? That i "over react"? That Im a "drama queen"? Because sometimes I act more mature than you And then i get bashed with profanities that you just wont let me say out loud Can i remind you Of the promise you made me When i was in the psychiatric hospital? A promise that i could tell you When Ive hit my lowest point? When Ive had enough? Because Ive had enough Of the name calling Of the ******* arguments Of ******* everything But i can't tell you Because i was getting better And you would think I'm lying And you, and everyone else in this family Will join your hands Put your differences aside And scream out you version of motivation But what you don't see Is sometimes all i need Is for someone to notice How much i hold back my anger When you let loose yours Is for someone To let me finish a sentence Before they yell at me For someone To side with me And not just with the adult in the situation For you to ******* stop. And listen Before i do something Something that my ****** up mind thinks will fix the situation But will only make it worse For those who i left behind
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Sometimes pills are negative They **** and they hurt those around them But what about When they are needed? I remember growing up And seeing my aunt get slower And slower Because of the physical and psychological pain she has I remember her Turning from a happy person Into a moody Bitter person I remember the happiness Turn to saddness Because of the pain And no one could help her The government ******* her over Broke her down Made her weak And it continues to do just that Ive had to help Her out of the tub Because the tub is too deep And she is too physically weak I saw her emotional strength Get weaker And weaker With everyone of her brothers passing I saw her cry When her mother, my grandma Forgot that her son passed away And my aunt Just made her break down I saw her face When my grandma Couldn't remember simple things And she couldn't hug her. I saw the saddness And the anger When she realised We dont have enough money for food I saw the tough love She used on me Because she knows i can do better I know it too I saw many sides of my aunt Mostly sad sides But the side i saw today Was one that i thought id never see I came in To a quiet home No yelling No sounds Then i heard a giggle I heard my brother giggle As he always does As he played his little... **** game? I saw my uncle Cook his famous spaghetti And he made some Homemade garlic bread And finally I saw my aunt Lay on her bed, reading a magazine I assumed she was in pain I asked he what was wrong And she said "nothing" "Im just waiting for the pills to kick in" "There for depression, and anxiety" We sat together for dinner Something we havent done in a while And we talked calmly And everything was fine for at least a little bit For the longest time i thought that Pills hurt everyone Pills harm everyone But i just realised How selfish i was being To my aunt mom Who has done everything she could and more To try and make me Have a painfree life So for once Thank you pills For coming to her rescue
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Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
An ode to pills
Sometimes pills are negative They **** and they hurt those around them But what about When they are needed? I remember growing up And seeing my aunt get slower And slower Because of the physical and psychological pain she has I remember her Turning from a happy person Into a moody Bitter person I remember the happiness Turn to saddness Because of the pain And no one could help her The government ******* her over Broke her down Made her weak And it continues to do just that Ive had to help Her out of the tub Because the tub is too deep And she is too physically weak I saw her emotional strength Get weaker And weaker With everyone of her brothers passing I saw her cry When her mother, my grandma Forgot that her son passed away And my aunt Just made her break down I saw her face When my grandma Couldn't remember simple things And she couldn't hug her. I saw the saddness And the anger When she realised We dont have enough money for food I saw the tough love She used on me Because she knows i can do better I know it too I saw many sides of my aunt Mostly sad sides But the side i saw today Was one that i thought id never see I came in To a quiet home No yelling No sounds Then i heard a giggle I heard my brother giggle As he always does As he played his little... **** game? I saw my uncle Cook his famous spaghetti And he made some Homemade garlic bread And finally I saw my aunt Lay on her bed, reading a magazine I assumed she was in pain I asked he what was wrong And she said "nothing" "Im just waiting for the pills to kick in" "There for depression, and anxiety" We sat together for dinner Something we havent done in a while And we talked calmly And everything was fine for at least a little bit For the longest time i thought that Pills hurt everyone Pills harm everyone But i just realised How selfish i was being To my aunt mom Who has done everything she could and more To try and make me Have a painfree life So for once Thank you pills For coming to her rescue
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there once was a dream             i had set out for me             of the                            and fall                  pen or         waves   ocean              rise   constantly     my       the       the             would      fall             with      of               swoosh where                  rise and                    the flick                    of my brush i made words into art or art into words for everyone to see now i only make it for me                                      see        but                                  world               i                                     the              will                                              let how i can create pictures without touching a brush and how i can truly go from                          f                                                 up                          a                                                  g                          l                                                   n                          l                                                   i                                  i                                                   s                                      n                                                  i                                            g                                                  r                     down                     to
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
There once was a dream
there once was a dream             i had set out for me             of the                            and fall                  pen or         waves   ocean              rise   constantly     my       the       the             would      fall             with      of               swoosh where                  rise and                    the flick                    of my brush i made words into art or art into words for everyone to see now i only make it for me                                      see        but                                  world               i                                     the              will                                              let how i can create pictures without touching a brush and how i can truly go from                          f                                                 up                          a                                                  g                          l                                                   n                          l                                                   i                                  i                                                   s                                      n                                                  i                                            g                                                  r                     down                     to
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I think its funny How some people don't approve of the way a person is They say, "don't shove it down my throat!" "Leave it in the bedroom!" Yet they make out in-front of them And they preach their religion Until the other person gets sick of hearing how "Its Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve' They preach hate And say its the same one That preaches love The same religion, that does not like hypocrites Oh and if anyone else Who is religious And sees it a different way Who sees the good in people And loves them for who they are Not who they love The hypocrites will preach that "They are not good enough" Now isn't that hilarious?
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC
Hateful Comedy.
I regret to inform you Of a tragic, yet beautiful thing That happened to your daughter, or cousin. yes, Taylor Marie. She has passed away the day she was born What you see now, is a ghost of what you wanted her to be A soul lives in this body, so don't fret Instead of a little girl inside this body of hers, Is a 18 year old that wants to be true to himself, He wants to show the world that hes not Taylor Marie He wants to scream his name from the roof of this Probably unstable, Mobile home. He has the same likes as Taylor, well... we can assume he does. Since the body he lives in has been Nothing but a dead corpse Slapped with a label of "girl" A label of "Taylor" A label, he just cant stand. So i stand here now as an interpreter of Who i truly am And i will say this to you With unprejudiced truth To the parents, or family, of Taylor Marie. The daughter you thought you had, Is dead. She never truly existed, But i know who has, Who has wished he could be true to who he is, And will finally be true to himself for the rest of his life Your son, or brother, or cousin, Has finally been brought to the surface, Of a body that isn't his The body of Taylor Marie, And his name, Is Matthew Todd
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 3:47 PM UTC
To the parents, or family, of Taylor Marie
Would you be my Valentines? Just for tonight? You can leave me in the morning I'm used to it, i wont mind. Go ahead and leave, Your shoes at the door. In the morning i wouldn't want To see the memory of you on the floor. What do we do now? Do we sit by the fire? Does the warmth between us, Give us a temporary desire? Lets watch the fire roar, Let it sizzle, pop, and burn. Lets enjoy this night, Something we both have earned. Would you listen to my story? Or show me yours? I can get kind of boring, But ill fake it for you, of course. I sing to you a song, One you will never forget. I can sing you the song Until the sun sets. Ill give you sweets, Not as sweet as you, As a token of our one night relationship A promise of half truth So would you be my temporary Valentines? Just for tonight? Tomorrow you can leave. I'm used to it, i wont mind.
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
Temporary Valentines
I'm alright Not 100% better But i feel somewhat better Like im on a sugar high of emotions Compared to my moody past I have the energy to clean my room My room was filled with trash And my demons It was so messy, so i cleaned it There are still a few demons lurking but its alright I have the energy to stay awake I used to want to crawl back to bed Well, i still do But less than i used to I actually want to get up and do things I have the want to do things I didn't before Except the occasional poem or drawing I didn't want to work, but i had to I didn't want to smile, but i forced myself too I have the want to smile I'm smiling as i write this I want to dance, i want to sing I want to be alive For the first time in a long time I'm finally okay enough to say "I'm okay" and actually mean it
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Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
I'm okay with being alright
Everyone has An idea that People are only Measured by How many scars they wear But i don't see it People think Just because People don't show their pain They are incapable of feeling it at all But i don't believe that People think Just because Worse things happened to them And the other person is unwilling to share what scared them That they are faking it But that's ******** Just because You cant see it You cant hear it You haven't experienced it Doesn't mean it doesn't exist Why do we compare Our scars With others When we Can get better instead Because comparing only pushes us one step backwards on the road to recovery
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
Scars
You should have lived A peaceful life, Or at least One with very minimal sorrows What you got is death You should have lived A loving life If not that Then one where you at least knew what love tasted like What you got was lungs filled with water You should have lived With your brother If not that Then i wish i could have warned you about it What you two got was a painful death You should have lived To 19 this year 20 in march 15th You should have lived to be two years older But you didn't You died with your brother You should have lived To bring joy into peoples hearts like you always did If not that You being here would be enough for me That you got was your last day on earth Today i remember The short life you lived And how great it was And today i learn to let you go, just a little bit, To let you finally rest in peace I wish i could Replace you and your brothers life With mine Because above all things You should have lived
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
You should have lived