"excist" poems
That we are no boys nor girls.
Neither male or female.
Don't fit in the system.
That we are non-binary.
Doesn't make us any less real.
We are just genderqueer.
Don't forget about us.
We excist.
We are just non-binary.
Genderqueer.
Gender fluid.
Agender.
Transgender.
Multigender.
Genderbi.
We are still humans.
We just have a non-binary gender.
That is all.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
So much sitting on my tongue.
So much impossible to believe.
Man targets gay club...
50 dead, 56 injured.
Blood donations, no gay blood.
Spouses can't even help one another.
Wanna know what I say?
**** the quote "freedom"
If this country were truly free gays could go to clubs without the fear of getting shot down.
People could donate blood and not have to be a certain sexuality.
Freedom doesn't excist in this country if you are gay.
Pray for freedom.
Pray for the victims
Never stop fighting for your rights.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:11 PM UTC
Snow white said when i was young
My prince would come
So i wait
For that date
It still hasnt come
This isnt very fun
Hearts breaking
Everyone faking
Snow white lied
I've tried
But ive never found my prince charming
I guess his out farming
Somewhere all alone
Probably without a phone
Ill never get to meet you
And get my glass shoe
A slipper on my a heel
I guess ill never feel
Because you dont excist
Life couldnt be that bliss
I guess ill find someone that will do
But he will never be as good as you
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 5:42 AM UTC
In old south down, where the mourn mountains sweep,
There's a bridge made of wood where the willow trolls meet,
It's on midsummers eve when the sun takes a bow,
And bids bye, and farewell to the willow tree bough.
Talk of the evenings events and the mood there about,
And the damage that was caused by those lager louts,
Father willow troll talks of the courtships that passed,
Between boy trolls and lady trolls, and whether it'll last.
The baby trolls settle as the darkness descends,
And the moon shows her face to the willow troll friends,
Merry music is made from the willow tree strings,
And the food is supplied by the south down night things.
Horrid worldly events are a lifetime away,
As the humans excist by the exposure of day,
Two worlds so close, but nature keeps separate,
Never mixing together, its chosen by fate.
Pay attention and watch now, as my tales have begun,
Of a day seeking willow troll and his son.....
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 3:11 AM UTC
My gods are small.
They exist in the space between the lips
Of two souls.
They nourish off the smiles,
Smiling thoughts,
Smiling though times are sandpaper.
My gods are sadness as beauty.
My gods do not ask,
Do not speak.
Do not merely excist as gods
Rather morals,
Rather miracles.
Rather potential that nests between the eyelashes of a child.
Rather existing as we do.
My gods are not really gods,
But lakes that hide behind your lids
When you cannot stand to look to the sea.
My gods are small.
My gods
Are never quite large enough
For another's world.
But always small enough to be seen when other gods are not.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 1:02 PM UTC
No one knew what is was like being unloveable.
No one knew what it was like being untouchable.
Not literally untouchable.
Just on the inside so stuck in the past that you can't breath.
Half of my panic attacks excist because of the past.
Past events that are out of my control.
And so worried about the future that I begin to lose hold.
So out of reach an untouchable.
I keep myself away from others so as not to feel the pain I've enflicted upon myself.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
When I was younger than I am to day
This is what I used to say:
,,When I grow up I want to be a policeman''
Well I didn't became police just a man
Still I am the same as I was back then
I am still doing everything I can
I'm still loved and I still love
For me that was always enough
But now I am older I am seeing more
I See things I used to ignore
Back in the day when I watched sesamestreet
When I didn't know a heart could bleed
One day I started watching the news
Stories about killing and abuse
They seemed to control the earth
Stories about people getting hurt
I still remember that day in 2001
It was the day my childhood was done
I saw a city filled with smoke
I saw a nation about to choke
Still people live in pain and without being loved
Living like shadows, blindfolded and handcuffed
Crawling through the valleys of life
Feeling more death than alive
Wandering through a dessert looking for an oasis
All they can find is a mirage
Even close at home people live in poverty
Getting food and clothes from charity
Living on the streets and in wrecked homes
Living under our created domes
People getting killed because the color of their skin
Dear God if You do excist can't you hear me beggin'
If You do please help us please you must
Because right now humanity turns itself into ashes and dust
Copyright Justin van Weerden
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC
It was everything this girl ever wanted but nothing what I needed
I always was something that nobody could have, a mistery
my smile was like the summer and my hart was the winter
and there were only a few people that could read my dark eyes
she never became one of those humans, she didn't understand
the way I didn't cry when I was sad or the way I did when I was happy
I was different from the other people not only because of my beauty
I seemed honest, I told everyone I was honest, nobody saw me lying
it were the little things in life that made me special, everything special
nobody could ever have me and that's what made them want me
and maybe it was selfish to think this way and maybe I am, selfish
the beauty of life, the adventures everything was calling my name
the way he looked at me that night and the way I smiled back at him
the full moon was shining bright with all the pretty stars next to her
it was the perfect night to make love, the alcohol, craving for each other
that moment you should have known that it was so so wrong
but you never blamed yourself because you are young and free
promises never meant a thing for you and maybe they never will
people let each other down all the time and true love doesn't excist
we are broken boys and girls looking for other broken boys and girls
life never was fair to us, our parents never were fair to us, nobody was
and maybe I should feel sorry for being the way I am today
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
they say Im a heartbreaker
so dont get to close, I will tear your universe apart
the stars will stop shining when I am done with you
at least that is what the people say
but most of the time these people are forgetting something
I am not doing this on purpose
I am not trying to smash every piece apart
my love for you just doesn't excist in the world I live
because I do see the way you look at me..
but I just don't believe the way you look is right for me
I need someone who fights back, someone strong
a person who knows how to handle me at my worst
in my own world everything is a little bit more beautiful
in my mind these gardens are a little bit more magical
true lovers together touching the clouds in the sky
you can't blame me for being a dreamer
they say Im a heartbreaker
but darling don't throw your heart into the ocean
if it didn't knew how to swim in the first place
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
What if
... I could turn back time
... I could go forward
... I could change the days
... I could read your mind
What if
... fairytales would come true
... superheroes do excist
... magic was for everyone
... happiness wasn't a bubble
What if
... I could fullfil my dreams
... I wouldn't be too scared
... I didn't lie to myself
... I could get my happy ending.
What if...
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
Broken hearts
Tear stained pillow cases and cheeks
Everything you do is wrong
Every breath you take is a sin
Your story shouldn't have been written
Your words you spit out
You must be a demon
Sent from hell
All you do is do wrong
You are so wrong
Yet so alive
Why?
You see a glimmer and then you see the brightness of a light you think it is mind uttering coming at you crashing into your heart it must be something big it must be good, life altering time changing you think! As it comes to you and sticks by your side slightly burning you from time to time you think this must be it the demon isn't alone anymore this feeling is slowly peeling away but then the light comes closer burning into your skin your body is weak your mind is sick of fighting you just want to sleep you want to touch the light but it winds up burning you when you do.. you love this light you love it so much that if you must burn yourself to keep close to it you will.. the light brings joy! The light makes you smile. you want to understand the light you want the light to understand you and stay by you.. it is so light yet so dark.. it brightens your worlds but you are so dark you start to think maybe it is me maybe I am the reason why it burns because I am a demon and it is a obviously an angel. Demons and angels can they excist side by side?
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 3:26 AM UTC
Sure I breath
I do have a pulse
I still excist
But I am not living
I am just waiting for death to end this
I am already dying inside
But my existence is never fading
I am still here
Breathing they same air as you
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 1:54 AM UTC
I have a name is that me
I have brown hair is that me
I Excist in a space
Is that me
I talk I walk I work
I pretend
I act like I no me
Is that me
I show people a certain me
Is that me
Do I hide
Am I here
What is you what am I
What's my favorite colour
Do I matter
Dose anything matter
We all need to see
Whats me?
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
As I sit here, watching all these people
They all walk with such purpose
As if the end of the world is apon them
Or even if Death itself is chasing them.
I wonder if maybe they are dead inside
Walking around, not because they have purpose
But walking fast gives them purpose
Or a reason to excist.
And what purpose is that?
To crunge numbers all day
Maybe to reply to emails
Or even simply to gather financial wealth.
Isnt there a greater purpose
Not to work so hard only to enjoy the tims you arent working
Nor coffee meetings with people you wont remember in two years
To walk with purpose, becuase to have purpose, not to earn purpose.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
Screaming Voices
Voices , shouts and screems Coming From above where I live
Screams Back and forth from each other they give
Yells From her!
yells From him!
over rides while her voice is trying To thrive
Throwing objects , pounds, plunks and thumps againgst the walls and floors
Is presented with force which he gives with pride,
this he does in strive
Energy Boost about each other
Exists with its brother
Wasting Time has no place To excist
Pain I Feel for her falls in MY space.
Will I need to call The exercist?
Ears Wanting To close from the noice within this place
I can Hear The pain in her Heart as it shrivels in its space
Why?
Is he weak?
Is he insecure?
Is this The reason? It has To be!
For this lord I pray
Set her free
JMR 2014
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
Sick of all the battles
The ones that shouldn't be
Problems that shouldn't excist.
Melody
Life
Cutting
Burning
Emily
Anger
Suicide
**** what if I just said it was over?
What if I just said I wanted to take my life?
Would you guys still care?
If one dark night I started taking pills?
One night I cut too deep.
One night I cried until I couldn't breath?
Sick of it all.
I bleed to heal others.
I ******* die everyday to see you smile.
You never smile.
You make it seem like you don't care.
I just want it all to be over.
This time I'm not just venting in writing.
This time I'm being legit.
This might be the last poem.
I don't know.
I've pretended to be okay.
Well I'm not okay!
Just sick of it all
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
Sometimes I get so positive
I scare myself to death.
I see beauty that does not excist
and I feel loved
by people who have never loved anything before.
I have fallen for the most terrible men,
I felt at home in the most hatefull families,
and now I look at you
and I see the best in you
even though you never did.
I'm a victim of my own optimism.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 7:07 AM UTC
Thanks every one and may be my last type idk maybe when I feel better later on but the deep whole I'm in I can't seem to stand up anymore ......I'm giving up um yea I might not be on or might be on more now but yea theirs a lot going on and my body just doesn't want to move anymore ppl have hurt more than a haurt on me I'm broken into little tiny peaces that are not even seen by an eye I might be emotionally sick and broken I have so many problems idk if I'm normal or I'm just going crazy but all I ever wanted are the dreams eve had being with some one having my own place having kids later being happy nice friend that just doesn't excist for me in the real world anymore theirs always a fault a block whole in a situation that I can't coup with anymore onces I hit that black whole I sink deeper and deeper every black whole I fall into and I don't have the strength to fight it I think a lot about life and when well mine end tbh right now I dont care about my life where it ends where it starts or what it well be like I just want it to end
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 8:47 PM UTC