"transexual" poems
Upon a morning dreary
I took a **** which left my ******* weary
I wiped
I flushed
I exited the bathroom blushed
Twelve hours passed
Since that horrid **** left my ***
And low and behold
A smell flowed to my nose
Just as a burning arose
Underneath my *******
I knew too late the **** had stained
The flesh, my taint tucked under my ******** train
ONE WIPE WAS NOT ENOUGH...
Pretty soon around six o'clock
There came upon my door a knock knock knock
And who was there?
Who did I hear calling to my ears?
It was the *** positive, gonarreah infested, scabies encrusted, syphilis ridden, transexual sex-kitten I had started a relationship with over Craig's List
Now, listen children carefully to this...
***** tucked hisher's lips around hisher's teeth
And began a ******* that could make the Hulk weak
But it was over in a jif
When ***** caught a wiff
And that little sneak
Took a pervy peak
At the feces widely spread underneath
***** RAN AWAY CRYING
I was laughing so hard I thought I was dying
That pesky little poo
Left on hisher bottom lip
Made that entire bathroom trip
FULLFILLING
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
∅⚢☢⚧☯✰⚩✿⚥∅☢⚧☯✰⚢✿⚥☠⚩☯⚧✰
Too little and of course, too late
they spend what’s left imprudently
attempting to alleviate
the love of God’s own liberty:
The world transexual one-party state.
They think it’s normal — right for all
lost in a prideful dying fall
their lions heed the sea-horse call
attempting to transgender fate;
the devil searches for a mate
his nightly Babylonian date:
the world transexual one-party state.
They’ll legislate the Lord away
(his fundie followers as well)
their hateful heaven, holy hell
shall wither up and disappear
before redemption can draw near.
Their myths no more shall obfuscate
nor dangle such celestial bait
that underwriters overrate:
the world transexual one-party state.
Their antichrist is overpriced,
the nations, globally enticed,
now glorify the deviance
in herd-like mass obedience
surrendering to expedience:
where good is bad, and bad is great
and Christ the only one to hate,
allegiances exacerbate
the world *********** one-party state.
Parties will form and parties end
but parties can no more defend
consolidation into one
than flip a switch and dark the sun;
the Caesars left this part undone
the Muslims are just having fun
with our *********** one-party state.
Bring on the night until we see
that dark means dimming by degree
two parties? Overdone by one !
So let it bleed and let it be
till One is All and all agree
that we are doomed to hesitate
when God cannot resuscitate
the late One-World *********** State.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
“how do I look today
was it worth holding my hand?”
*“darling,
i’m holding the hand
of all of my dreams
you look perfect
don’t doubt a thing”*
he spoke in poems
always told her
she was beautiful
dipped her back
parallel to the ground
when he kissed her
like they were always
in a black and white movie
he bought her diamonds
and never let go
while she slept
at the park one day
his hand shook in hers
and he said simply
“darling,
i’m a woman
the operation is tomorrow
if you leave
well, you leave
but my love will never die”
she looked at his beard
and his old green eyes
she decided then
not to let love cry
*“darling,
dont you grieve
tomorrow you’ll look
the same to me
i’m holding the hand
of all my dreams
you’ll look perfect
don’t worry about a thing”*
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 5:45 PM UTC
You wanted me to be happy
But you didn't like
That I played football
Because I was a girl
You wanted me to be strong
But you never liked it
When I cried
Because I was a boy
You always tried to say
That because I was this
Or that
That I could only be what society wanted me to be
I ignored you
I walked my own path
I cut my hair short
When I was a girl
I wore my hair long
When I was a guy
I didn't care
I never lied
I am me
Male or female
Now you know why I dress up in jeans
And act like a tomboy
Now you know why I wear a dress
And act like a drag queen
The mirror never defined who I was
My spirit did
I knew this
Even before I was born
Sure I struggle
With being trapped
In the wrong body
But that's okay
I was born this way
And it's okay
To be bi
Lesbian
Or gay
It's okay to be transgendered
Transexual
Bipolar in love
We were born
To change
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
The curtains close and the lights go up
We wait for the next performance to get ready.
Soon the think red drapes are parted,
and my heart jumps,
because there he is.
The show begins, screaming into the mike,
Are you ready to rock?
I am.
They **** the songs, but after awhile I stop paying attention
to the songs and start watching them.
I watch as he throws his hair back, long and thick and curly,
singing at the top of his voice, with the edge and rough raw that even
a shot of T won't get me.
I shift from him to his friend, his friend that is everything I want.
He belts out Hound Dog, he rips into his guitar and shreds the songs
a p a r t .
His slender arms, with the bulge of muscle shining shining sweat.
Furrowed brow and nimble fingers that I want all over me.
Turn back to the first boy, watch his hips
circle behind his guitar, his groin pressing against the smooth wood.
Behind his zipper a throbbing energy that he teases with,
smirking into the audience, with more grace and sensuality
than I when I practice in my room behind a locked door.
The tears come at the end, and I blink them back,
always blinking them back.
a l w a y s.
Can't decide if I like you or if I like your body,
if I want you or your body.
Is it bad that I want to strut onstage with my bass guitar laying flat against my chest, to shred a song with my vocal chords bleeding ****** raw?
And at the same time, I long for a smooth body,
a flat stomach and long, luscious hair, tumbling down my back.
Gentle ******* beneath silky cups, curving me into a petite doll.
I watch the boys and my heart aches, for him, and for his body.
I don't know what transexual means but it might be me.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
The bay sometimes after the rain clears can
Make you smile.Then will you be able to hear my cities cry
To be named the city of destiny. My city cries out Tacoma Washington
Pierce county area code two five three. My city says you and I are
Irish, russian, polish,and spanish.
My city says you and i are homosexual,
bisexual, transexual, lesbian, straight and perhaps homeless.
My city often lets
You watch us wear our costumes. our rain jackets are costumes,
Some are black, some are white, and some have knitted desighns of children
running home after school gets out. stitched on their back is a book about what destiny means. English isnt the only language. In the thick pages my city tells them to rise up against intolerant people, to rise in love and hope that maybe you a stranger to my city understands a few principles my city believes in. But we arnt strangers because you probably live in my city. Or I dwell in yours as a proud individual dwells. If we be strangers then let me take you through my city. Ill put my arm around your wet shoulder and share my coat with whoever you want to be in our city of destiny.
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
So if I kiss a man I am undeniably straight.
Yet if I kiss a woman I am incomprehensively gay.
And thus if I kiss a man it's a beautiful thing.
But yet if I kiss a woman, then it's a beautiful sin.
It's obvious that I'm apparently different.
But people are just so seemingly ignorant.
I live in a world where general acceptance is hard.
Thus so for me opening the doors that society has barred.
Learning to evolve in life is never easy.
But I am human and entitled to equality.
Therefore when you look at me please think logically.
For I am nor a stranger or a child gone crazy.
I am a human and refuse to be used and ignored.
I deserve to be treated like the girl I am and was before.
An independent, normal, loved and accepted one.
Acting like myself without being rejected and reduced to none.
For if I am gay, I am illogically normal.
Yet if I am straight, I am undeniably normal.
And If I am bi or transexual, I am irregularly normal.
Yet I am human, So thus I AM NORMAL.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
We are the colors of the rainbow,
Only because they represent us.
But sometimes we feel like the colors black, grey, and white,
We use these three colors to hide ourselves away from all of the hate!
Only because they seem to go with any and everything without an explanation.
But every single day we hear things, About us being gay.
We get called ugly, *** ***** **** phony, **** queer or ******
Just for labeling ourselves gay, bisexual, lesbian, pansexual or transexual.
Take the time to learn our story,
Before assuming you know us based off our looks and actions.
We could’ve been ***** “born” this way, or it became a choice of our own.
Here we are just trying to love who we are and want to be,
But can’t seem to do so because of people like you!
We still manage to keep a smile on our faces and our heads held high,
Just waiting for the day to feel equal and wanted. In this messed up world.
Instead of having to look over our shoulders every second of the day,
Hoping and praying to make it to another day without being the next VICTIM!
So as we ask please...
“Accept Me For Who I Am”
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 8:49 PM UTC
though thine wife gladly
(and long time ago)
verily swept passed
her final child bearing year
this house broken husband
genuinely hankers to father
(yes sire re:to set sea men
"NOT FAKE," nor NONGMO
free and reduced)
and longingly participate
in parenthood again
donning baby proof couture wear
analogous (as aye imagine dragons
fire breathing worth tolerating),
those who fervently veer
yearning to undergo
*** reassignment surgery (SRS)
with unintentional surgeon's delicate tear
aye thru thoroughly anesthetized flesh,
(especially genitals under going
transformational substantial removal
via said - bravely bite ting the bullet -
sharp pinching shear)
contemplating, formulating, issuing
personal specifications to cutting crew
validating, testifying recapping re: questing
genitals do not reappear
since significant surgery purport, some hetero
****** person might **** sitter queer
yet no doubt a homosexual
and/or lesbian would ap pear
to understand completely if *****
didst unwittingly accidentally overhear
confidential conversation,
yet warmly reassured the speaker,
they did not intend to get near
enough to glean enough information
that said transexual could reduce wardrobe
with women and/or menswear
and this once distraught,
distressed, and distributed
without willingness unfairly
fated to live stemmed,
undoubtedly wrought from ****** misalignment,
would post surgery
hover off the ground and modestly
swagger off into the sunset
(this scenario projection strictly of mine)
anyway ***** could map out in one direction
destiny describing,
an upswinging trajectory linear
once future freed where gender now nsync
with physical gonadal accouterment
unconcerned if urge arises
to swivel derriere with flare.
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matthew scott
highland manor apartments
schwenksville, pennsylvania
19473
USA
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC