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#acceptence
I can't stand these lonley nights. I try not to be bitter for it is blight. It consumes me whole how i lost a future so bright; The girl, my friends, my dignity gone like waning light. How can any of this truly be right? But no matter how hard i stress my plight, I still come to realise it was never really  right, For they never cared for me their love was tight, And in their depature i found the light. Lonely yes, but now i can stand these nights, And yes for company i still do fight. But i know it will come when the time is right. I guess for now its just another lonley night.
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Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 6:06 AM UTC
These lonley nights
He stood in his black jacket,  a cold grey breeze making his skin shiver  as his shoes touched rusty metal,  his feet vibrating from the light  that promised peace, a pleasant feeling.  It drew closer,  each second the sound growing louder,  his body trembling with every movement the light made.  He glimpsed it brighter to his right,  but where was the sound?  Only his inner voice echoed,  he knew he wanted this,  but why did he hear only himself screaming?  The light was near,  he must move, yet he was stuck.  This was his chance, his peace, his freedom,  all he had ever longed for.  But as he resolved to act, the light passed,  angels’ faces flashing by, eyes wide with shock,  and in an instant, his life slipped back into his grasp. He seeks the blood of Jesus to silence the screams,  a fleeting calm before the roar returns, louder than before.  His body, worn and weary from addiction's grip,  the screaming intensifies as he gazes outside,  where only clouds loom and trees stand lifeless.  He can only pray his body will allow him to move today,  that the light will guide him this time,  and that the angels will open their arms wide.  What will still the screaming,  what will reveal the vibrant colors others see?  Though the light may lead him away from the screaming and the dead trees,  It blinds him completely, leaving only darkness.
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Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 8:30 PM UTC
The Infinite Loop
For all of my life I have been plagued with something that I didn't know the name of and than when I grew up and I came to know what the name was it all felt wrong to me and I wanna speak my truth but I fear for my words for others will label me as hateful when really I wanna share it because I think healing is powerful and its possible I am trying to own my truth and not care what others think or say from the time I was a child I experienced lots of harrassment and violence which i internalized to mean that it was because I was a woman so its like half of me loves feminine things and the other half of me  just wants to be a man so often When I look at her she feels afraid because they told her growing up to shut up and be silent to cook clean and be still and that never quenched her spirit so in my life I have always done the hard things I am choosing to sit with myself to learn how to accept myself more for I know that if i were to transition or to slap a label on myself I would just keep on hiding my true self and I would always try to be something that I am not so even though at times it hurts deeply only really because of the mysogonoy that I still see around me and experience at times I will still choose to sit in my life and I am still choosing to heal myself and to have hope that I am getting better little by little I wish more voices like mine can be heard without being labeled as hateful for I don't hate I understand there is a real lack of knowledge out there in the world and people like me who don't fit the perfect mysognistic box of how women are suppose to be should be embraced and held instead of judged this is my truth and I have been longing to make it heard for a very long time.
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Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 10:52 AM UTC
My Truth
For all of my life I have been plagued with something that I didn't know the name of and than when I grew up and I came to know what the name was it all felt wrong to me and I wanna speak my truth but I fear for my words for others will label me as hateful when really I wanna share it because I think healing is powerful and its possible I am trying to own my truth and not care what others think or say from the time I was a child I experienced lots of harrassment and violence which i internalized to mean that it was because I was a woman so its like half of me loves feminine things and the other half of me  just wants to be a man so often When I look at her she feels afraid because they told her growing up to shut up and be silent to cook clean and be still and that never quenched her spirit so in my life I have always done the hard things I am choosing to sit with myself to learn how to accept myself more for I know that if i were to transition or to slap a label on myself I would just keep on hiding my true self and I would always try to be something that I am not so even though at times it hurts deeply only really because of the mysogonoy that I still see around me and experience at times I will still choose to sit in my life and I am still choosing to heal myself and to have hope that I am getting better little by little I wish more voices like mine can be heard without being labeled as hateful for I don't hate I understand there is a real lack of knowledge out there in the world and people like me who don't fit the perfect mysognistic box of how women are suppose to be should be embraced and held instead of judged this is my truth and I have been longing to make it heard for a very long time.
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My whole life I felt so much shame in my whole being like I was born wrong that everything about me was so wrong because I was born into a family where I never recieved love attachment or true joy where I was always picked on bullied and harrassed by pretty much everyone in my life. Where everytime I felt my dysphoria I felt wrong Iike it was wrong to feel like a girl but wanna be a boy at times ... but now that I am healing myself I see that there is nothing wrong with who I am that I am beautifully made and that I am just different in my own way and that is beautiful , I am a person who thinks for myself who has always questioned it all and that's why I was able to leave a super opressive religion and hometown. It's been my saving grace. Someone who is super creative who has a super big heart and soul who feels so many many things so when others even in a well intended way try to tell me that I am non binary or something like that or queer, the labels don't feel like they  fit me, because I am who I am and I don't like labels, I am learning to not  judge myself but to just accept myself, that I have a right to exist to live a good beautiful life of my own choosing to learn that I am powerful by just being me by just existing, and that there was never anything wrong with me I AM Who I AM.
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Jun 20, 2023
Jun 20, 2023 at 10:10 AM UTC
I AM WHO I AM
You call me a girl, You call me a young woman, You use she/her pronouns, Hearing that, makes a little more of my soul die. Oh you ask why? It might because I'm a f***ing guy, I may look like a girl but I'm not, So quit being such a thot. I am a male no matter what that paper says, I came out to you and you throw me down, You said I could trust you but you lied, But I'm supposed to confide, I come out as Trans and Pan, But you refuse to call me a man, I try to explain, But all I can hear is you complain. I'm getting the hair cut and the dye, Maybe then you will see a guy, Just in case I'm getting a binder, Just so you can see the reminder. I'm no longer your little girl, Nor am I your daughter, I am your Transgender son, I am your little boy.
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Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 10:58 AM UTC
Coming Out
Sailing soft, frozen in time-- Sat on your chair where I could've sworn I saw a past life regression flash along Your face. Stuck there now, I'm alone now and forever forth. For years I stored half my cash into a box without second thought just to end up spending it all in six months. that last crash erased all the academic pablum that proved less required reading more distraction. Just a border now, head against an extending wall, Witless and stonecold sober; At ease with every unanswered craving And coexisting with a life where nothing goes according to plan.
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC
Go0dbye
Death is stalking me. It watches me play cards, smoke cigarettes, and drink beer. It took my parents, two brothers, and all my friends. It got Chris last week. 20 bottles of whiskey in seven days, I suppose that would **** anyone. They found him on the railroad tracks. Death is stalking me. I won't cheat it. I won't escape it; but before it gets me, I bet I finish this poem.
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Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC
Death is Stalking Me
Walk beyond the pale and catch a look at the proxy (yourself). Glimpse at the unfamiliar, at the sweet terror of someone, you've never known (yourself). Revel and tune in, on the loose lips of a stranger(yourself). in the queer warmness of this red rose. Learn to love the unmanicured-self. the new self that needs you.
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Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 7:42 PM UTC
Unfamiliar places
Done blaming myself Want to give myself love That I deserve Been fake And treating badly myself For far too long Done being harsh with myself I wanna grow Although accepting myself For who I am I see the light in my eyes I just woke up Now I again recognize My love and soul I wanna give me the strength I'm gonna need I will be there for myself From now on Again I won't be afraid Of losing myself Because I'm here I stop crusading myself, I am still here I see the light In my eyes It makes believe I see the sun And the moon And I can breath <3
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Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 6:40 AM UTC
The light in my eyes
Maybe you fear to be whole again, to feel complete. You've  felt broken for so long, that you found comfort in it. Your scared to take the chance of feeling complete in fear it will fall apart. So you accept being broken and smile on.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
Acceptance of broken
Cold blooded angel begging for death Asking for a smile next to her bed. Heavens gift with hells deliverey Giving her property and broken bulbs For a head thats alone with me. When i speak to her Or her wings, the thought goes. If i had said what i wanted to properly Nothing would of changed. Id still be in the floors. Hiding up, to warm up my feelings with cold metaphors.
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
Another “Her” Poem
The shapes and shells of a lady bug vary. Like the patterns of a snowflake.
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Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
diversity
Have you ever tried to be someone else Instead of being yourself Because you felt as though You'd make better impressions And people you thought that would never talk to you now will Is this supposed to be how we feel Instead of being original Staying true to ourselves We'd live a better life In the mind of someone else What about the fake, if I don't act like me is that something that can make a change Is that something that will make the people want to be friends with me Yeah you say you don't want to be popular Your happy being you But why is it we always wonder What it'd be like to be in another's shoes They say you write your own stories So why does it feel like it's written for me You're born one day, the next you're a slave trapped within life's cruel games, you lose yourself more every day Do you want to be a cover model Do you want to be a star Do you want to be a top businessman driving a fancy car Do you wish to be a king or queen Wish that you had money to buy everything you dreamed Welcome to the madhouse Where these thoughts drive you insane Only the mentally strong survive The rest are just runaway trains I tried to be somebody else Even creating a new name Funny how the girl of my dreams Now seems to talk to me Not an image had she seen But she told her whole life story To me, well not quite me But the character I envisioned Somebody I brought to life She entrusted secrets to a total stranger Whom she had never met So does that mean the closer you are That's when they shut you out But feel comfortable with a total stranger Yeah you say you don't want to be popular Your happy being you But why is it we always wonder what it'd be like to be in another's shoes They say you write your own stories So why does it feel like it's written for me You're born one day, the next you're a slave trapped within life's cruel games, you lose yourself more every day Do you want to be a cover model Do you want to be a star Do you want to be a top businessman driving a fancy car Do you wish to be a king or queen Wish that you had money to buy everything you dreamed Welcome to the madhouse Where these thoughts drive you insane Only the mentally strong survive The rest are just runaway trains Danger, danger, you're not putting trust in the ones you supposedly love Who is willing to die and protect You are letting out your inner most secrets to people who'll take advantage when you're at your lowest points and it feels like there is no way out Just cast yourself of doubt Be happy with yourself trust in the ones you love, Try and see the beauty within yourself, you're original and that's what's beautiful, Be smart in your choices, Don't be afraid to take risks Just know sometimes there could be a consequence Yeah you say you don't want to be popular Your happy being you But why is it we always wonder what it'd be like to be in another's shoes They say you write your own stories So why does it feel like it's written for me You're born one day, the next you're a slave trapped within life's cruel games, you lose yourself more every day Do you want to be a cover model Do you want to be a star Do you want to be a top businessman driving a fancy car Do you wish to be a king or queen Wish that you had money to buy everything you dreamed Welcome to the madhouse Where these thoughts drive you insane Only the mentally strong survive The rest are just runaway trains I'm learning to be happy in the choices that I make I'm learning to think before I risk everything But I'm not afraid to take chances I'm learning to love myself I'm trying to sustain my mental health I'm starting to look after myself I'm learning from the mistakes that I've been dealt This is the story that I write I'm choosing to be happy in my life And this is where I am. ©2017 Written By Benji James
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
Originality Best Policy
Have you ever tried to be someone else Instead of being yourself Because you felt as though You'd make better impressions And people you thought that would never talk to you now will Is this supposed to be how we feel Instead of being original Staying true to ourselves We'd live a better life In the mind of someone else What about the fake, if I don't act like me is that something that can make a change Is that something that will make the people want to be friends with me Yeah you say you don't want to be popular Your happy being you But why is it we always wonder What it'd be like to be in another's shoes They say you write your own stories So why does it feel like it's written for me You're born one day, the next you're a slave trapped within life's cruel games, you lose yourself more every day Do you want to be a cover model Do you want to be a star Do you want to be a top businessman driving a fancy car Do you wish to be a king or queen Wish that you had money to buy everything you dreamed Welcome to the madhouse Where these thoughts drive you insane Only the mentally strong survive The rest are just runaway trains I tried to be somebody else Even creating a new name Funny how the girl of my dreams Now seems to talk to me Not an image had she seen But she told her whole life story To me, well not quite me But the character I envisioned Somebody I brought to life She entrusted secrets to a total stranger Whom she had never met So does that mean the closer you are That's when they shut you out But feel comfortable with a total stranger Yeah you say you don't want to be popular Your happy being you But why is it we always wonder what it'd be like to be in another's shoes They say you write your own stories So why does it feel like it's written for me You're born one day, the next you're a slave trapped within life's cruel games, you lose yourself more every day Do you want to be a cover model Do you want to be a star Do you want to be a top businessman driving a fancy car Do you wish to be a king or queen Wish that you had money to buy everything you dreamed Welcome to the madhouse Where these thoughts drive you insane Only the mentally strong survive The rest are just runaway trains Danger, danger, you're not putting trust in the ones you supposedly love Who is willing to die and protect You are letting out your inner most secrets to people who'll take advantage when you're at your lowest points and it feels like there is no way out Just cast yourself of doubt Be happy with yourself trust in the ones you love, Try and see the beauty within yourself, you're original and that's what's beautiful, Be smart in your choices, Don't be afraid to take risks Just know sometimes there could be a consequence Yeah you say you don't want to be popular Your happy being you But why is it we always wonder what it'd be like to be in another's shoes They say you write your own stories So why does it feel like it's written for me You're born one day, the next you're a slave trapped within life's cruel games, you lose yourself more every day Do you want to be a cover model Do you want to be a star Do you want to be a top businessman driving a fancy car Do you wish to be a king or queen Wish that you had money to buy everything you dreamed Welcome to the madhouse Where these thoughts drive you insane Only the mentally strong survive The rest are just runaway trains I'm learning to be happy in the choices that I make I'm learning to think before I risk everything But I'm not afraid to take chances I'm learning to love myself I'm trying to sustain my mental health I'm starting to look after myself I'm learning from the mistakes that I've been dealt This is the story that I write I'm choosing to be happy in my life And this is where I am. ©2017 Written By Benji James
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I dwell in my past so often, I forget I'm in the now I wish and long for people Who, for a while, haven't been around I put aside those who want me To remember those who don't, It's time I said I'm sorry And let go of the rope
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
Connections
Goodbye, to the long nights filled with your endless chatter while your presence burrow itself deeper in the cavern of my cranium seeping through every pores (i should've taken my antibiotics more) Goodbye, to the constant warmth and burst of vivid life that you painted on me with colored chalk despite me telling you that i'm a black board (maybe i should've told you i'm allergic) Goodbye, to the feeling of falling and not being afraid for the impact the dizzying senstation that flooded inside of the daily dose of adrenaline rush you taught me to not be scared ( i'm not scared anymore because i've reached the ground) Goodbye, to your kindness and intimacy your fold and creases and lines the labyrinth that i would gladly be lost in forever would gladly throw away my maps and my common sense so i could just learn about you more Hello, to the first chapter after you ( all that time charting made me know how you work, it doesnt make it easier to swallow why you made yourself a stranger to this known walls )
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
Intermission
I use to like being alone Being free to do things on my own When I didn't have any friends I didn't try too hard to pretend That I didn't need acceptance I was very introverted When my past was deserted There was so much I wanted to do But, then I look over and saw you You taught me how to be brave When I wanted to escape from yesterday You helped me see another day Yes, my dear friend you taught me The things I didn't hear, or see Thanks to you, I no longer wanted to be alone I'm getting tired of living inside my zone You always told me I'm not a child So, for now on I'm grown.
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC
Acceptance
I came to school expecting the worse Instead... I got the best thing anyone could want.... I was accepted.......
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
Don't take it for granted
My hands running through your hair, I feel each strand between my fingers. Your hands intertwined with mine, We hold on tight and never let go. Your arms surrounding my body, I am protected from this wretched world. In a world that does not accept us, We find peace within each other. Our love is all that matters.
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
Our love
I let smoke roll from my cigarette, and watch like death entered the room. Seeing it fill with his hazy presence, undisturbed. Few will know the peace that comes, with choosing your fate. I will NOT cower, at the ghastly shade. I will smile at it.
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
My Choice
She couldn't have tried like she did and they couldn't have missed it so easily. A pretty simple task, but too many see too much and her eyes flicker with what she could know. She could feel like they wanted but who would she be, then? When found--they stared, for their creation had fell apart, not what they foresaw. Disconnected, for what she thought she was, or perhaps, who she actually became, had started to dissolve. Gazing at herself, the rise of what could be withers and with that her eyes cloud over once more, where she loses touch. Her only want being seen by others, but distracted by her own being.
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
03/20/14 #2