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  Apr 2016 Gypsy soul
Cheyenne
A warrior's spirit
that gives me fight.
A wanderer's soul
keeping me up all night.
A philosopher ponders
inside my mind.
A poet's heart
makes the chaos rhyme.
  Apr 2016 Gypsy soul
Anna Krijger
I am a Love Warrior
protecting my faith in love
True Love
unconditional
nonjudgemental
pure Love
soft
kind
peaceful
open
but first of all
knowing that
I am Love(d)
just because I am
I am beautiful
I am a Love Warrior
I get Maam-ed in blue jeans and sir-ed in a dress,
so I usually go with my Utilikilt and let them guess.
I despise the social construct that puts me in this position,
and I will fight it until I win  or I cannot take the derision.
I could fill multiple volumes with more detail if you want them,
but unless you ask I won't just vaunt them.
An excerpt from my brief autobiography that I penned to go with the anonymous trans survey, as usual, I didn't even realize I was rhyming until I proof read it.
Gypsy soul Apr 2016
She lays there on his chest
His hands in her hair.
She whispers to him
This is dangerous.
He says,  don't let it get you.
Little does he know, he had me at the first bite of my lip.
It's too late.
  Mar 2016 Gypsy soul
R
Im sorry if I'm too forward.
i do not only want your body,
i want your heart and your soul.
i want your mind and the way it
thinks so feverishly about details.
i want the heart that speaks
through your tongue.
i love the articulate words you choose
to speak, they keep my head
in the dictionary constantly.
and i want your soul,
you belong in the 1960's
but instead you're here with me.
and that, my dear, makes everything
about this worth while.

trust me, its a bit ****.
the way my hand falls gracefully to your bottom
and how you do not flinch away.
its not even a thought anymore...
its just natural.

you are a beautiful, natural thing, my dear.
every single part of us feels right.
and thats why i haven't run
away yet.
Gypsy soul Mar 2016
I lay in the field of flowers while the wind blows all around me.
Eyes closed to feel the breeze on my porcelain skin.
Drifting into a light sleep just enough to dream a little and hear the sounds of nature all around me.
It's days like this I need more.
Just me and the wind.
If only I can go where the wind goes.
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