#headless - Hello Poetry

I take my imaginary pen I write down my anger I close my eyes and count to ten just to breathe a little longer It's laughable really when I see you justifying Sure, you're all touchy-feely only goodwill, so hard-trying When you said that to me where was your heart at? Why calling me your better-half-to-be when all you wanted was a shoulder pat? Oh you, with your wonderful poetry, oh, lies so beautifully written down please just stop, you don't know no poverty in your emerald sea everything you wanted me to believe is to drown I never thought you would make me think the worst of you instead And I swear I could only stand and stare and shrink when you didn't care to lose your head Now you haunt me like the headless horseman and you will forever but I do not worry for my sanity, oh boy of thoughts turned cyan I walked with ghosts before and a headless one is so less clever And if you ever come back looking for this head of yours Think twice, try a little bit harder wannabe It might stick out of the sand at your emerald sea shores Your love for me was never poetry

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Jul 8, 2018

Jul 8, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC

Blade-Maiden

I met the worst kind of poet

I take my imaginary pen I write down my anger I close my eyes and count to ten just to breathe a little longer It's laughable really when I see you justifying Sure, you're all touchy-feely only goodwill, so hard-trying When you said that to me where was your heart at? Why calling me your better-half-to-be when all you wanted was a shoulder pat? Oh you, with your wonderful poetry, oh, lies so beautifully written down please just stop, you don't know no poverty in your emerald sea everything you wanted me to believe is to drown I never thought you would make me think the worst of you instead And I swear I could only stand and stare and shrink when you didn't care to lose your head Now you haunt me like the headless horseman and you will forever but I do not worry for my sanity, oh boy of thoughts turned cyan I walked with ghosts before and a headless one is so less clever And if you ever come back looking for this head of yours Think twice, try a little bit harder wannabe It might stick out of the sand at your emerald sea shores Your love for me was never poetry

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I’m such a drag Pull me in your breath Watch me disappear I’m a headless lover Heartless friend

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Jun 9, 2014

Jun 9, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC

mitakiharashi

burn

I’m such a drag Pull me in your breath Watch me disappear I’m a headless lover Heartless friend

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Cut and gone. It was easy. Why? you would ask. Cut and gone. It was easy. You see, for some trans folk, most I dare say, it's not cut and gone. Your name, the way people used to call you, to know you to be with you. It's not easy. That's why, many of us grow multiple heads. One for my family who wouldn't love me, one for my closest friend, whom I trust; one for the random person who reads my poetry online... I'm fed up with it. I don't want to keep having multiple heads, I want my family to know me for who I am, not the head I made out of their memories. I want to be me, and I'm Nis. That's why I came out on twitter, that's why I'm erasing this pen name and letting my true head speak, that's why I will be soon cutting contact with those that refuse to see me for who I am. This is the end of Headless Starfish, but I'm not gone, so be it. I cut it, and it is gone.

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Dec 14, 2018

Dec 14, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC

Nisselen

One head less, dear Starfish

Cut and gone. It was easy. Why? you would ask. Cut and gone. It was easy. You see, for some trans folk, most I dare say, it's not cut and gone. Your name, the way people used to call you, to know you to be with you. It's not easy. That's why, many of us grow multiple heads. One for my family who wouldn't love me, one for my closest friend, whom I trust; one for the random person who reads my poetry online... I'm fed up with it. I don't want to keep having multiple heads, I want my family to know me for who I am, not the head I made out of their memories. I want to be me, and I'm Nis. That's why I came out on twitter, that's why I'm erasing this pen name and letting my true head speak, that's why I will be soon cutting contact with those that refuse to see me for who I am. This is the end of Headless Starfish, but I'm not gone, so be it. I cut it, and it is gone.

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