And now? What else do I do? What will I do when everybody is gone? For who shall I fight if I don't even know myself anymore? A poem of doubts lives in my head as a flea lives In the ear of a dog that maybe, one day, barking will stop. The nights were made for ******, drunks and the sick of love people but also for those who minds won't ever stop barking.
I never quite know how to organize thoughts after midnight
Once were dinners a deux, you see, Was it only a few months, or a century? Once were schools abuzz with kids, Teachers agog to see what they did, Once were universities, Alive with youthful dreams, indeed, Once were pubs with beers. Once were football here, These are viral times, my dears, Once were bushfires too, A horror story for me and you, Yes, Stephen King wrote this year, Once were Oz fun times, not fears.
We were Just friends Until we fell on each other And spoked like lovers And that seemed to be enough for Two teenagers who were scared to love one another.
And that was the reason why we held back on confessing our feelings for each other because before we started to be lovers we were bestfriends but I'm hoping she gives me a chance to be her lover and now I can say that I love her even though she's trying to avoid me.
You say support for us is “collaborating with madness” I must really be nothing to you Someday I will wake you up The alarm clock will not come with a snooze button If you want to quiet me, you will have to throw the clock Against the wall Let it smash into a million pieces But you will always hear a faint phantom ringing in your ears It will grow louder And louder It will never truly be silenced.
You think I’m crazy A queer little copycat Let me let you in on a little secret The world moves on, with or without you I will move on, with or without you I know that it is likely to be the latter In a way, I almost want it to be Black cannot become white without first having specks of grey You are the deepest, darkest black of night I am a myriad of colors
“Have I gone mad, Alice? “I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers. But let me tell you a secret. All the best people are.” I wouldn’t have it any other way. We’re all mad here. Some of us just refuse to see People hide behind their bibles Yet speak of things that aren’t even written in them Where does our God say, “Thou shalt not be transgender?” You use the book as an excuse As a shield for your bigotry You may as well spit on the cover Or light the pages ablaze with your disrespect.
written in may of 2018 for my transphobic grandparents.