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Adrian Newman Aug 2016
I can feel you looking down at me
Because I dreamed of being a mother as a kid
But why should I change my past, so you’ll be satisfied
That I’m just as tough and handsome as you?

I don’t care, I know I’m not a stud
And I was never truly jealous anyway
As long as I ignore my thighs and pretend my pecs aren’t there
I can mentally punch you in the face.

When you smile it makes me turn away
You’re just too happy for me with your perfect, straight teeth
You’re too strong, way too strong for me
Your presence is overwhelming

Your hair is more messed up than my future
Your shirt is more torn than my self esteem
And don’t get me started on my height
Cos to me you’re taller than a ******* tree

And I can’t take (no I can’t take)
All this madness that I see
It’s taking away my individuality

When you smile it makes me turn away
You’re just too happy for me with your perfect, straight teeth
You’re too strong, way too strong for me
Your presence is overwhelming

If you’re the sun (whisper) I’d rather be in darkness
If you’re my heart, I’d rather tear you out
Cos I’m not perfect and I’d rather never be
I’d rather be a girl but still be me

When you smile it makes me turn away
You’re just too happy for me with your perfect, straight teeth
You’re too strong, way too strong for me
Your presence is overwhelming

So go flexing all you want, I’m not obsessed with you anymore
Mr Perfect, you’re more like Mr Weak.

15th August 2016
This is about what I think of society’s expectation of how ‘real’ men should look, and it’s even more damaging for a trans guy to be compared to ‘Mr Perfect’ because his body can’t come close to being like Mr Perfect’s due to its unique structure. I don’t I want to have giant muscles, brick shoulders and all the ‘chicks’. I just want to be a better version of myself, maybe a bit taller with slightly broader shoulders but I don’t want to be a different person altogether, that’s the point of transitioning: to stop trying to be a woman because that is definitely who I’m not. Thanks to anyone who understands this poem and continues to let me be myself instead of insinuating that I need to be Mr Perfect to be me :)
Title: Sunflower refers to Mr Perfect, Mother refers to my nature which is not shameful and doesn’t undermine my identity. It’s good to care about other people.
Adrian Newman Aug 2016
A sneaky glance here, a forbidden love ignited
Your stamina driven by a fire un-blighted.
Our limbs lock, intertwine like puzzle pieces
Our chests pressed together, hands loosening breeches.

I can feel you under my skin
Ebbing and flowing to my whim
And your hair feels like the stars I’ve longed to touch.
Your eyes are closed, no dreams are here
We’re breathing in the here and now
I never thought I’d want someone so much.

Your grip makes me feel safe
My arms can’t let you go.
My hairs stand rigidly, at a pace
We’re putting on a desire rid show.

I can feel nothing but fingers and skin
Exploring and groping to whim
And your hair feels like the stars I’ve longed to touch.
Your eyes are closed, no dreams are here
We’re breathing in the here and now
I never thought I’d want someone so much.

You leave me breathless and gasping
My fantasy fulfilled, and rasping
Your sweat is sweeter than water
Our limbs never falter

I can feel nothing but fingers and skin
Exploring and groping to whim
And your hair feels like the stars I’ve longed to touch.
Your eyes are closed, no dreams are here
We’re breathing in the here and now
I never thought I’d want someone so much.

Boys can be boys, but not you and I
We go far back to the very first time
That you wanted me and I craved you;
This wasn’t merely a *****.

5th August 2016
Inspired by a poem I read earlier...and someone who I have an interest in ;)
Adrian Newman Jul 2016
She holds my heart in two
Her hands are drenched in blood
She’s my evil queen

An evil fantasy
No unicorns or flowers, just me
Sitting alone in an empty field.

Ghosts holding hands, squeezing them tightly
White faces pale, eyes shining
Me in a corner crying

Down on one knee
Another collapses under me
An earthquake is happening

The sunset is peaceful
I open my eyes once again to see nothing
I’ve been hallucinating.

Where are her bloodstained hands?
Why is she holding a bloodied dagger?
Why is there an urgent pain in my chest?
Suddenly
I feel nothing.

18th July 2016
Something I wrote that depicts what the writer thinks is all in his head, but in fact is really happening...spooky :o
Enjoy (maybe) :)
Adrian Newman Jul 2016
You’re a drug, you kept me soaring and crashing
I’m over your tripping cos baby you’re fine

But I can still be happy
I can still feel fine
The memories of you are all in my mind.

I took a sip of you and I still felt dry
My throat’s been sore for how many times
I’ve screamed your name for nothing

But I can still be happy
I can still feel fine
The memories of you are all in my mind.

Baby you said I can’t complete this song without you
But for once I did and it didn’t feel fine

But I can still be happy
I can still feel fine
The memories of you are all in my mind.
Memories don't hurt if you think about how you were FEELING in those particular memories, not thinking too much about the memory itself ^
Enjoy :)
  Jul 2016 Adrian Newman
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


Fed up and in a bad place,
These aren't just emotions of anger and regret for
The situation at hand and the problems
That they are trying to reflect on america to start
Something we could not come back from,
Race wars,
Afraid to ride my bike down the street
Because of racism,
Afraid to date Caucasian girls because of racism,
Afraid to be black but proud,
Because of racism and these crooked white cops
That hide behind badges like cowards and pick away piece by piece at
The people that hasn't started any war since the assassination of
Martin Luther,
Any rule you abide by in law,
They'll still shoot ya,
And make it seem like you struggled or make it seem like
You tried to grab the gun from the holster and fight your way out,
"I'm not resisting ,.,... Stop shoving me , stop punching me , you
******* *****!!!!!",
Naughty by nature , but my mannerism's heaven sent,
When will these cops (pigs),
Stop killing our people and making families moarn,
We're all created by God , so why do y'all just leave people
Torn,
America Peace with love and prayers to my brown skin angels,
It's bad enough with black on black crime at every angle,
Y'all ******* up!!!
Protest , peace treaties , Misunderstood riots,
Using this against us ------> " You Have The Right To Remain Silent",
**** That!!!!!
Yelling to the world that the Justice system is biased,
What's drakest must come to light , well the future's at its brightest,
I love all races , I have white friends,
I wonder would Jesus come When the world ends,
But can't end it with a race war,
I'm ready to spread the word if you are,
Doing it for the kids and the poor.
WE Need TO STOP THE KILLING OF ARICAN AMERICANS AND FEDERALS Before it's too LATE Please SPREAD THE WORD !!!!!!!

©ABPoetry2016

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/07/a-war-that-will-maybe-come-do-that.html
Adrian Newman Jun 2016
I can’t move on when you’re stuck with me
I can’t feel brave if you’re my everything
I’ve given you what I’ve got and you’ve given it back
So please don’t make this painful for me

But I have to say goodbye, I have to let you go
And baby I’m sorry you brought me so many tears.
I hate to have to tell you that I’m better off in the end
And I hate pushing you away.

Some days the pain is too much
Sometimes I can’t even speak
Seeing people like you just feels shoved in my face.
How could I even think this would be easy?
It’s not easy being a broken part of you.

I hate the tears your name trigger in these eyes
I hate hearing people ask me what’s wrong
I hate the lump in my throat like a dead animal
Even though that’s how I feel.

I honestly feel dead or better off dying.
I was feeling very sad before when I saw people who reminded me of Jasmine so I decided to write about that. I'm glad I did ^
Adrian Newman Jun 2016
You sweeten my life with your sugary smile
I can’t start to describe how that tastes
But I can feel rivers oozing out of you.

Into my bloodstream you go
Swimming and destroying my heart
I won’t let you go until it’s time
To say goodbye after you rot me.

You won’t catch me just yet
Not with that look in your eyes
And not with iron thighs on my chest.

But down you’ve gone into my bloodstream
Swimming and destroying my heart
Going downriver until it’s time
To rot me, then let me rest.

If I had a body you could possess
I’m sure you’d see to it that I’m depressed
With all of my happiness wasted away on you.

7th June 2016
This is a song inspired by Pierce The Veil and my trip to The Botanical Gardens at Mt Cootha (in Australia) :)
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