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Charlie Rose Aug 2020
you said you could see into my mind
as you stared into my deadened eyes
you said I would die alone and cold
but now I can see these were all lies

you chided the child I truly was
molded me into your little prize
broke me until I hid from the world
but now I do know these were all lies

you split me from my sister as you
put her down as though she were a vice
made me base my self worth on her pain
but now I can feel these were all lies

you told me my body was your own
as you grabbed my *** amidst my cries
that I was crazy for saying stop
but now I am sure these were all lies

you said you were the most honest one
within your words no mistruth could hide
your recall of my life was perfect
even then I thought these were all lies
A personal poem to reconcile with what happened within my family. The "you said/did" lines are basically taken directly from what my mom used to do when I was a kid. Don't base your self worth on what an abuser tells you, they all are lies.
Finn Apr 2020
I'm not a woman
I can see you stare
"You were born in that body
You were born to have long hair"
Was I though?
I don't think I was
If it were that way
Maybe I wouldn't want to die as much

"Say what you want to say
You're ******* me off"
I tried to
But you told me "no"
There is no room in your heaven
For me, who is trans
"You're going to hell"
You can shut your mouth
You didn't even believe in God
Until this month

Now you think you're some saint
And you've picked up a bible once
Skimmed through the pages
And sipped the wine symbolizing blood
Ate the bread symbolic of flesh
Well you've skipped the verses
Didn't read the psalms
Or genesis

I did
I've read enough of the book
To refute the ******* you've just said
I used to be a believer
And I still might be, I'm not sure
But it's people like you
Who make sure churches turn cold and dark
Who make this book I used to adore
Just blank parchment smeared with ink
Who took my faith and shredded it
In your kitchen sink

I say I'm a nonbeliever
Only because
If I told you that I believed in my own God up above
You'd use it as leverage
Tear wounds in my soul
Make me too weary
To ever go on
You'd ask how I can believe, being queer and trans
Living in the wrong body
Living as a man

But let me tell you this
You slimy ******
My faith is MINE
Not something you twist up to offer
I don't have to give you the time of day
And I usually don't
But your *** has got it backwards
I'm in control
Not you, not your stupid ideals
Just me, quietly, thinking to myself
Echo Mar 2020
if i must die then that's alright
but you forgot how furies fight
and so you think i'll let you go
bow down to your scheming, no -

you're mistaken

you won't listen, that's just fine
the only crucial act is mine
and you can't stop me
your fear trying to rob me

i'll take you down with me

you saw the cute
and you have made
the last of your fatal mistakes
you looked down on my anger
thought it small as me

it's enough to burn you right the **** down
ari Mar 2020
god, *******
           i ******* despise you
                          pure ****.
       **** of the ******* earth.
do you understand?
               will you ever
                             the longevity of the pain
            that you've inflicted on me?
when you put your
                          hands on me
        i want to tear away
the flesh
       and skin
                 where you gripped me

un-*******-forgettable in the most disgusting way a human could possibly fathom
27182818 Jul 2019
Welcome to the journey!
On this brilliant trip
We shall traverse absurdistan
To make our way to our final destination:
Mutual annihilation

Strap in or make yourself sparse
As we begin this farce
Traveling through Shitville
To get torn apart by the storm
Until maybe we can move on?

Next pit stop is Pointless Peak
Another amalgamation of lies
Beware of your feet
Turning and turning
Running in circles, around and around
Dizzy, we finally fall off the edge

Straight into Snake Valley
Where the snake
That set us on this road
Can sneak back into the fold
To wreak more havoc
We weren’t quite sold

But now we all are
And it’s no longer that far

It’s playtime
Time for some more mud slinging
Enough slander to keep the ears ringing
Nobody want to hear reason
No matter it was never a goal
To resolve conflict at all

Almost there
At the ninth circle of hell
We finally made it all the way
So we can stay to play
This game of insanity
Feeding our own vanity
Forgetting the promises we break

So much destruction
So much loss
Is this what we become?
Everyone for themselves
Frozen deeper as the resentment grows
Never thought these bonds were so fragile
They’d shatter under a grain of mistrust
Or maybe the greed just cut through
The last strings keeping us together
(15.07.2019), raw
Jasmine Reid Feb 2019
How does one say “*******” politely?
Because personally I do not wish to offend, but I’m in need to defend.

To defend my actions and what I said, or did, to protest against the way you all want me to live.

I’m rude, I’m mean, I’m a bully. Call it what you will but I will always see it as honesty.

Why, must I be the one in trouble, when no one spoke to me
Why, must I be beaten down violently when I didn’t know what to do
Why, must I be tortured mentally that I want to break my own skin open and let everything out.

All the, emotions and pain, suffering and sleepless night that I spent crying.

I mean no offence, but seriously...
I don’t want to speak to you anymore.
clark Dec 2018
*******, *******;
as pigeons unfurl their wings to take flight in a blue, blue sky,
a ricochet of dandelion seeds soar with them,
creating a matrimony of silent parade
that is kissed by the suns rays.

they sleep soundly;
do not wake them.
Pluto Boyer Dec 2018
In the morning, I keep scrolling.

I check for notifications from everything, from everywhere.


Like I said, everywhere.

I scroll until I find something.

Something that seems pretty.

Something that seems important.

I of course share the one I find pretty.

I don’t want to make anyone angry at me.

Do you know what that other one was?

It was about something that is part of me.

It was about a transgender person that had been killed.

Bullied into suicide.

My heart drops as I read further and further into the post.

Her name was Victoria.

They called her [REDACTED].

I could only imagine what she felt in that moment.

Hands shaking, palms sweating, nails digging into her arms…

Then I snap back to reality.

I realize that...that’s me.

My name is Jeremy.

They called me [REDACTED].

You could only imagine what I felt like in that moment.

Hands shaking, palms sweating, nails digging into my arms.

This is my reality.

And I ******* hate it.
Oscar Nov 2018
what a ******* waste,
everything today just lacks taste.
when i'm alone, at night
raging that internal fight,
i think about all things right
and i wish that i could take flight.
i want to travel the world, oceans
and get rid of those negative emotions.
i'm full of sadness, pain and negativity
i'm a human in captivity!
what a ******* waste,
i wish something had taste
what a waste
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