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 Jan 2021 Eli
Aishu
As I lay awake I can't help but think about me
All the things that have changed me
All the things that made me

Alone I now live a life I have never known
Embracing change everything strange
I'm unknown to myself
-2014-
 Jan 2021 Eli
Aishu
I am the truth
 Jan 2021 Eli
Aishu
I am
Everything
I am

I am
Everything
I want to be

I am Me
Therefore
I am the Truth
 Jan 2021 Eli
Aishu
Lost
 Jan 2021 Eli
Aishu
In the search of myself, I lost myself
-2014-
 Jan 2021 Eli
lena k
"no."
 Jan 2021 Eli
lena k
you stole my light
when i told you to stop
and you ignored my red light
and kept going
like my body was undiscovered land
and you were a colonizer.
perhaps my asking you to stop
turned you on
made you hungry.
you looked at me with your hungry eyes
like i was fresh meat
for you to take and have for yourself
ignoring my stop signs
cries
screams
because i am nothing more
than an object to you
made for your manipulation and pleasures.
consent is key
 Jan 2021 Eli
Traveler
Strange...
 Jan 2021 Eli
Traveler
What part of my experience are you?

Oh these things we're capable of doing

While we sleep in a hive of animation

Yes indeed you're a strange sensation!
TT

Inspired by mister truth
 Jan 2021 Eli
Casey
If I Could Be He
 Jan 2021 Eli
Casey
If I could be He,
I'd grin ear to ear.
I'd laugh with a new voice,
and sing with boisterous cheer.

If I could be He,
I'd dance the night away.
I'd twirl around a girl,
and ask her if she'd stay.

If I could be He,
I'd no longer have to bind.
I'd lay shirtless on the beach,
and leave bottled messages to find.

If I could be He,
which I might never be,
I'd be eternally happy.
And I'd finally be me.
This is a more simplistic way of writing that I don't really do that much but it's fun. I'm afraid that I'll be stuck as "she" my whole life and honestly, that's a terrifying thought. But I know that one day I'll finally be myself. One day. I'm holding out for that.
 Jan 2021 Eli
Arden
There is a boy in my closet
The boy is friendly but stays hidden
When I look in the mirror there he is
I became jealous of who he is
He says he wants to come out  
I decided to ignore it
But the curiosity grew bit by bit
Until I could barely stand it
"CUT YOUR HAIR"
But when I went downstairs my unapproving mother stood there
The boy wasn’t at ease with what our plan began to be
Because in reality, the boy was really me
But all people can see is she
That part wasn’t cut out for me
I don’t understand the big deal if I'm a he
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