LM: Poems

LM 3d

Each and every stranger wears a mask,
Concealing stories of joy and tragedy.
These masks are whittled into plain shapes,
And painted with mundanity.
Because they're cautious enough to hide from abhorrent eyes.

Every person is a gift from God.
To forget that is a sin,
And the greatest mistake one could ever make.

I've met so many wonderful people in my short life.
Some carried pure warmth in their hearts, offering it up to others.
But most kept to themselves, afraid to share in felicity.
Oftentimes, I ponder on their memory,
Wondering what it would've been like if I had met these wary souls.

I am the Vampire

LM 2d

I am the Vampire

I am the Vampire
Your blood is a river of sunlight
I feed off your warmth and joy
You don’t even notice

I am the Vampire
You are drawn into my ruth
I adore your merriment
You find me so elegant

I am the Vampire
You and I embrace
I’ll **** to return to your arms
You fall in love with me

I am the Vampire
You believe me to be a comely maiden
I am a young lad
You ignore the signs, my warnings

I am the Vampire
You and your love will die
I am ****** with immortality
You say otherwise

I am the Vampire
You are horrified by my truth
I did not choose to be cursed
You do not believe me

I am the Vampire
You come in of your own free will
I do what I must
You make it out alive, but heartbroken

I am the Vampire
You bathe me in holy water
I choke myself on garlic flowers
You drive a stake through my heart, but forget to cut off my head

I am alone
I am the Vampire

You can interpret this poem however you want. Perhaps it means something different for you than me. The original idea was using vampirism as a metaphor for gender dysphoria and the transgender experience.

Incongruence Between Mind and Body

LM 4d

Incongruence Between Mind and Body

I was so young when it first arrived:
An itch in my heart
Deep inside my core.

Only a kid when I dreamt of the scalpel,
A way to tear out my pain.
I yearned for a permanent solution.

I hated the way the fabric wrapped tight around my waist,
Suffocating my chest.
It gripped my hips and wouldn’t let go.

Incongruence between mind and body.
It makes me restless,
Waiting forever to be cured of this wretched malady.

In Your Thoughts

LM 4d

In Your Thoughts

Am I in your thoughts
As you drift into slumber,
Safe in your own skin?

Words.

LM 2d

Words.

Fifty thousand words
All written in November
Sacrificing sleep

Done religiously
Without a care for one's health
In the name of words

Plot lines are twisted
In spite of preparation
Words ahead of time

Despite weeks of work
Losing hours of slumber
I'm a few words short

— The End —