An October night
With skin as our blankets, beneath
The windows screens, no longer white

A sudden chill, a rush of hope
With silver skies out a windowsill
And the time to cope with life

We sleep, of sorts, with minds awake
And bodies lying still

At Last you are
  My heart of trees
    My walls of stone
      My whisper in the Sindarin wind

Like a homely
  Gleaming
    Vein of oak
      Your limbs a door
        Ajar to an eternity
          Uncloaked

Standing
  Naming Rivendell
    You are the sun
      My palace place
        Escape from Angbands hell

As dominion fades
  Ere does the tide
      So does the land
        East of Belfalas lie

The mountainous trees
  Begin and end
    With a swell of men
      No more to tell

At Last you are
  My heart of trees
    My stone since turned  
      My sacred dell

the way you look, you look into my soul
well please stop now, because I am losing control

Hold on a second, I am taking a deep breather
Constantly asking myself, am I really with such a cute stranger

It's making me nervous, it's making me high
All that ice cream, and I don't even get a smile ?

I can't think anymore, I think I am getting hypnotised
All I was doing was just, looking into your eyes

Maybe this sounds a bit like a war cry
but hey you know what

I can't just say

Hi

People never see me.
To society, I don't exist.
Even when I bind myself so tight I cant breath,
Even when I shave my head
And pump myself full of hormones to the point I get sick,
All they do is pat my head and tell me I'm a silly girl.
Once I meet the right man they say,
I'll lose my confusion and be happy with my large ******* and generous hips.
I'll be happy raising my children and keeping house and kissing my husband when he gets home.
They look at my girlfriend with disdain and call her a phase,
They hear me begging for pronouns and simply shake their heads.
I'm forced into frilly dresses and forbidden from my bathrooms.
They put the gun to my head even as they say they're trying to help.
All they see is the identity they've forced upon me,
And people never see ME.

Please don’t leave me alone.
Be my shelter from the snow.
Hold me in and pull me close,
Tell me that you won’t let go.

Walk with caution long-haired girl,
It's already late and the bells are about to sing,
You will not want to fall in love with the guitarist
Of boots and hat.

They say he takes the girls
Especially those with black hair,
Be careful brown skin,
Not his size, but his spells.

When the horses cry,
Run to your house and do not wait for serenade,
The braid to the horses,
While playing his guitar.

And if someone touches your sale,
Be careful! What is the Sombrerón!

Return to the river that roars
And razes ravaged lives
And remember:
Your mistakes will find you
And history defines you
So hey, hey, Little Reprobate
Say "hi"
To your fate
The one you built inside.
Take watch
A chalice of broken glass
Falls dry as the story unfolds

Hello there,
I see you,
And,
I'm broken too...

I have just one question for you,
Do you think,
Two broken hearts,
Make one, too?

~Robert van Lingen