I have new pronouns!
But first this poem doesnt rhyme.
I'm not sure if this is even a poem.
More of my...coming out.
A clarification of sorts.
At birth, the doctor said,
"It's a girl!"
Well, whoever stared into my mother's ****** looked at mine, and determined my sex/gender for me...
****
Wrong.
Errrrrnn.
(Those were buzzer sounds.)
My name is not Madison.
And though I am the proud owner of a ******
I am not a female.
My pronouns are not she/her.
My name is Ty. Short for Tyrus.
I am the proud owner of a ******
And I have not one, not 3
but 2 pronouns.
He/him.
And/or
They/them.
Either one of those is fine.
To be honest really don't mind.
I just ask that you stay away from she/her. :)
Thank you for following this "thing" to this point.
And thank you for using correct pronouns!
Please read the bottom thing:
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
never witnessing such a tableau;
towering… glowering over it.
he watched it in stupefied horror.
glued there- stuck- frightened and traumatized;
sensing it, his brain yanked himself back.
alone...for goblins are not human.
scary and sly, the truths of childhood.
thinking the things children hate to think.
he had found evil-such a tableau.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
Most days I find it hard to look in the mirror.
St times, I convince myself that no one would miss me if I were gone.
My scars tell stories that I wish I could keep to myself
I cry for no reason, and I have trouble figuring out the way i'm supposed to function, when my mind is such a scary place.
But-
I got out of bed this morning, and that's a start to getting better.
:)
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
"And if you are like me you love deeply. You do not give a **** about your own self, because all that matters is if they are okay. "
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
What would your 7 year old self say if
she saw you politely refusing your
favorite flavor of ice-cream
( Mint-chocolate chip goes best with
warm summer nights)
What would she think if she knew you drank
coffee black?
(You used to tell your mother that
it tasted like gasoline)
You skipped breakfast
(Your dad made pancakes every
Sunday morning)
Ran until your lungs couldn't
take oxygen fast enough
(No one is chasing you anymore)
Counting ever calorie
(You never liked math)
What would she say if she saw you hating yourself?
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
Because its 2am
and im sitting in my bedroom alone
thinking of ways to **** myself
thinking of reasons to hate myself
while you're sleeping
because I told you I was fine.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
Dear,
LOVER
these buzzing fluorescence have you..
looking just a little pale.
All of this antiseptic really CLASHES with that perfume
This linoleum makes any pair of 100$ shoes look
CHEAP
Baby?
I don't think you see
just how BEAUTIFUL you look right now
Do you see me?
Look in the mirror
I am the DARK SPOTS
all of your once graceful skin
the HOLLOW spots that dig in to your face
Your color
its so
DELICIOUS
I love you
all of this multicolored CONSTANT love we share
Be RAW and HEAVY with me
LOVE me
These tremors
Ill HOLD you baby
Listen to my voice
The way that WE DANCE!!
HA!!
The music
The cells splitting
2 TO 4 TO 8 TO 16!!!
YOU CANT JUST TIE A BOW AROUND ME!
Did you think Id leave you sweetheart? That easy?
REST my love
I love you
Your heart is AS BIG AS THEY SAID IT WAS
but not..
as strong.
I WILL MAKE YOU LOVE ME!!
they try to put some
EXPIRATION date
on our love
on when I will leave you
One day you'll wake up with a stitch
and you'll know
I'M. BACK!
I understand that you want me dead
fine then.
DIE WITH ME.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 10:00 AM UTC
Oh Ramen, Sweet as sugar
You shall fill my stomach with a myriad of tastes.
I am like putty because you’re my ******
Your enchanting dance at an unstoppable rate
Sip, slurp, and swallow
Everywhere you go I follow
I can’t help but be the cooker
Since you’re an amazing looker
You’re the heart inside my soul
seeing you every day is my goal
It is my heart that you stole.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
I walk a path paved in penciled graffiti,
Where outlined music notes
Amuse my anecdotes,
I walk with break beats in my blood,
With brain waves pounding bass drums,
I got liquid
808 fingertips
And lips
Malted with crossfade grins
To spin surges of synergy
Out of bottled up battles,
Even my baby rattles
Used to shake with rhythm.
Wars
Should pause for music.
The power of harmonic symphony
Just pimping me,
Creeping up through cracked sidewalks,
Wrapping shadows around legs,
Up hips to necks
As it grabs,
Just pimping me,
A dance floor ***** with
Peace in and of mind,
In circles of 32
Note by note,
That lump of emotion
In my throat
Could choke,
With neon freedom.
Maybe it’s a pipe dream,
That we could put down the guns
And rave to the drums,
That even silencers will be silent,
And the smell of gunpowder
Will squander for an hour,
That there will be a day with no death,
A day free of neurotic nail biting mothers
Holding their breath,
That their children will walk our land again,
A day that suicide bombs
Won’t detonate,
That cries of loss and sadness
Won’t resonate,
A day that we won’t decimate,
Our own race,
The human race
Maybe it’s a pipe dream,
But that’s my pipe dream.
I’ve spanned seas to see,
That music brings harmony,
I’ve danced along
An African diplomat named Ife,
Which means love,
A Polish carpenter named Sebastian,
Which means dignity,
A Vietnamese banker named Ly,
Which means Lion,
And collectively,
We,
We're individuals,
Smiling to that same pumping beat,
That,
Breakbeat,
That brain wave pounding bass drum,
That strum laced
With a graceful hum,
Making our race numb,
There was no color,
There was no history
Because my history
Won’t dictate me,
Not that it's non-existent,
Not that I’m resistant
To believe that people hate
Because of the past,
But I understand personalities,
And believe
Everyone deserves a fair shot
At being an individual
Everyone deserves that music,
Everyone deserves to have
That path paved in penciled graffiti,
Where outlined music notes,
Amuse their anecdotes,
Everyone deserves to feel
Breakbeats in their blood,
And brain waves pounding bass drums,
Those liquid
808 fingertips
And lips
Malted with crossfade grins
That spin surges of synergy,
Everyone deserves what we have to offer,
Everyone deserves,
To dance to their own breakbeat
Of peace
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
if i could give you one thing in life,
i would give you,
the ability,
to see yourself,
through my eyes,
only then will you realize,
how special you are to me.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC