"unhuman" poems
I look at the stain
My period has left on my favorite *******
And hold them in my hand
As I contemplate what to do with them.
I can try to get the blood out
But the stain will still linger
A reminder that I am only human
And ************ is natural but -
“Dont talk about that,
Thats so nasty.
Maybe that's why
You've been such a *****
Typical FEMALES”
I am gross for being a woman?
Men worship my *****
But the moment I bleed
It's as disgusting as curdled milk.
Society wants to see me
As something unhuman
An object to worship
A ****** mindless creature
That does what she's told
A FEMALE.
But I am a WOMAN
I have ideas, morals, and input.
My thoughts and opinions that matter.
I can make jokes,
And drink beer,
And read,
And play video games,
And be a musician,
And speak my mind,
And bleed.
Like a FEMALE human.
Or,
Like a woman.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
I have shared in my time the human illusions,
the muddy foolishness and craving passions.
But something years ago pulled me out of the tide-wash;
I cannot even pretend to be one of the people.
I stand here with open eyes in the clear air growing old.
Watching with interest and considerable nausea,
this time of the demagogues, the shifts of power,
and the pitiless wars that prepare for the fall.
But also the enormous unhuman beauty of things;
rock, sea and stars; fool-proof and permanent.
But as for my children, I would have them
keep their distance from the thickening center,
corruption never has been compulsory.
When the cities lie at the monster's feet
there are left the mountains.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
close girl, you gang leader, take the lead
the question put fake strength to you
and your city pants
to death and times unseen
and documents of forceful
******* violent steel
but picking vegetables
she lets the cat destroy the hamster
cousin, sister, grandmother haunt
vascillate your color, unhuman hue
find the home of dying friends
and family forgotten
only a spell of eyes can see you close again.
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 1:56 PM UTC
First
She walked out
And I had to learn
That I was a coward
An orphaned lover
An old house cat
Abandoned
In a grocery store parking lot
I had to face it again
The emptiness
I smoked all of those nights
Away
I was numb
I was nothing
I lost 30 lbs in 2 months
Then it all caught up with me
One night my heart started beating
Rapidly
I couldn't breath
Started to shake
I sat in a corner and watched
The room grow ten times it's size
I heard a static crack in the ears
I was lost and unhuman
I was a rabid dog trapped in a corner
I felt sick for weeks after
So
I gave up the ***
Switched to drinking
Whole bottles of whiskey
128 lbs, shirtless, screaming
The fellas laughed at the beginning
Until I started throwing ****
Trying to fight everybody, anybody
I had 3 new catch phrases
"I'll ****** **** you man"
"I'll smash all your ********* teeth in"
"I've seen it all man."
After a while it became
Too much for the fellas
And soon they were all gone
So
I found better company
Dostoevsky, Fante,Bukowski,Hemingway,
Hamsun,Lorca,Sartre, etc.
I found a ****** apartment
in San Pedro
Drank beer and read every night
Until the loneliness felt comfortable
And then I
Accidentally
Became alcoholic
Then i took my wild act
To the streets
A few weeks ago I was at a concert
And this guy kept elbowing me
In the ribs
I said "If you keep sticking that elbow
To me, I'll ****** **** you man."
I said it cool and soft
And the guy looked real scared
And I was too
So
I had to quit drinking...
I keep thinking about
Zarathustra
Rising from his cave
After years of solitude...
A guy at work said
"November's almost gone
Man, this year just blew right by"
And I thought
'Good.'
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
My voice and guitar echoed from
The wall of rain outside my
Window.
Wasps seek shelter like little
Refugees; pass my face and
Settle inside to
Dry little wings under roof.
I wave them only away from
My glass of wine.
All are welcome. Rain falls
Harder on the small.
Shelter and space.
Such easy
Things to
Share.
Nothing unhuman
Could ever be a
Stranger.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
I only feel in extremes,
all at once,
nothing at all,
no in between,
they are wild,
changing rapidly,
bouncing around,
then, they are silent,
unmoving,
nothing happening,
feeling unhuman,
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
Stop.
This is no poem.
This is an attack on your autonomy.
The verbs chosen with care,
those awful verbs.
Stop.
You are not human.
The electrical activity of your brain,
that's all there is with you.
Much like every brain, you feel--yes,
and you feel quite human.
Stop.
Unhuman inhumanity in the bliss-pool of ignorance.
Why not raise hands to be lifted out?
I warned you that this was no poem.
Yet, still you persist, and read, "you aren't capable of interpreting this because you aren't me."
Not poetry, despite a sneaky rhyme, no it's a piece of me.
Diary with pink ribbons and a list of all the boys at school.
Diary with lock and key within which I hide that which you can't see.
What if we all spoke in rhyme exclusively?
We would be forced to think before we drooled.
And no one could be fooled about just how ugly you are.
Ah, no, but thinking hides more.
Stop!
I might stream consciousness all over your lovely dress!
Then you would be forced to undress under the unbelievable scrutiny of total strangers
who ought not to give a **** but do
because they haven't tried on enough shoes.
Unlike you, who have tried on too many.
As if perspective were a shoe, mass produced, and inevitably falling out of fashion.
Alas, we are stuck with cliche interjections and archaic pronouns--thou know it!
Stop.
I forgot this was a poem.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
I write poems for kids
That too often get asked
“are you a boy, or a girl”
Because they are the only ones who
Will understand the physical rush
Of empowerment versus discouragement
In their guts
The question that verifies
You have finally broken gender norms
Unhuman.
Floating in unearthly genderless celestial bodies
“are you a boy, or a girl”
Only to hit the ground faster than falling stars
When told
“you better ******* start acting like it”
I write poems for kids
Who have a bird cage for ribs
And fish for a heart
Raised on its ability to fly
Look kid, you gotta learn how to swim away
Because you’ll be question by bird keepers
Until the day your veins are able to run upstream
You’ll leave the closet to only join the zoo
So enjoy the field trips
And the bears, and the otters
And learn to question the birds and the bees
It’s okay to only want birds on birds, bees on bees
It’s okay to want to try ****
And it’s okay to want to stay as far away as possible
To think about *** at sixteen and keep that sweet composure
One day the reflection on the glass isn’t going to match
The second grade smile behind it
Frame yourself however you may choose
It’s okay to have purple hair
We all make mistakes
Don't feel guilty for being too scared to tell your mother
Your whole life, people have been trying to build you in the wrong direction
They aren’t going to understand what it feels like
To simply just wear
Eyeliner,
I understand, it’s war paint
Or the kind of questions you’ll get all afternoon
“are you a boy, or a girl”
Your identity is not polarized
Gender is a spectrum, not a just *****
There’s shades between the seven colors I fit in
Recognize you’ll be lonely eight days of the week
There’s no one like you at home or at school or work
So step out of frames,
Look at bigger pictures
Every hallway is your catwalk, every shoe
Can be your empire state stiletto
Every **** ****** slur is compliment to the human anarchy inside your bones
Your human anatomy matched with the way your mind things
Is one of the greatest forms of activism
And if you ever go through an emo phase,
Be the baddest goth child you can be!
I write poems for kids
That fall between “boy and girl”
I write poems that I wish I heard as a kid
To tell kids to keep fighting
Even though the war is not yet won
There’s victory in every battle you tired
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
When we say this we refer to men as
rather unhuman beings
machines
as beings who are not supposed to
show their feelings
show their tears
show their hurt
show their passion
show what they love to do
when we say "Man up!"
We usually mean
"dont act like a girl, you are bettter than that"
"dont be this feminine"
"boys dont cry"
"boys shouldnt like ballet"
"boys shouldnt do this, shouldnt do that"
"you run like a girl"
Yes, you can man up.
Man up!
Man up for what you feel is right and not for what society thinks is right.
Man up without bringing yourself down.
Man. Up. For. Your. Self.
and only for yourself.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
Falling fast down hovelled stairs,
digesting wealth to ransom cares,
grotesque men who soil and harrow
suspend my dreams from thinning rope.
As discharge weeps from places raw
and blisters burn a molten core,
another phallus, soiled and poisoned
wants for smack and cunny’d ******
I bleed from wounds so deep within
of pain so stark and crude and raw
that pins me ‘neath the brine of sin
like drowning prey in ***** and ****
I fail to dim the moving shadows:
those twisting jerks of spewed release –
but coming soon will silent growls
of dripping fat and blistered guilts.
Voiced within me, vague and distant,
something cries, yet tears withdraw.
Copious unheard pleas are buried;
here lay I, unknown, destroyed.
To burrow past unhuman men
(to further seal a keyless lock)
would ‘splay me in the public eye,
exampled, maimed, defeated; lost.
Phlegm and fur may line my mouth;
engorged, my lips, a ***** for more.
But somewhere deep inside myself
I’ve walked away from Brothel Shore.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
Miss the ones that chose to die,
Sensations that we want to leave behind.
How and why so many people lie.
Or give up before they even tried.
Lie, cheat, steal, made to feel unhuman, another pill,
Sit still, you tell me to chill, the unreal,
Delete evil past or continue to be ill,
Pain **** sane **** double drop morning after pills.
It will be okay, mind chill, forget it mate,
It is just anther mental headache,
Use that confidence and try to communicate,
Day to day, rain to pain, tomorrow is another day.
I am this way this is not insane,
Today I am tired, emotionally drained.
Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 2:36 AM UTC
Where pride hides
And the truth is muted
Covered by little white lies
Say hello to my bad side
Where the demons bay like wolves
That's moon eclipse the sun
Painting the sky red
Stained by its blood
It's been pierced by a rocket an left for dead
My bad side
Where the darkness roams free
Chasing the light
Holding it in glass bottles as trophies
Manipulation is the way of life
Hate the ambassador
Rage bake in fires
Forge by a missing father
Raised by a tortured mother
My bad side
Slept with temptation
Birth lust
Girls hunted like prey
Only to be released before the ****
Regret has no meaning
It's not found
The world is broken
It's flipped upside down
So rain seems the fall from the ground
My bad side
Where there so many unhuman things found
Say hello to my bad side
Where the grass isn't green at all
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
The day I was born I was wrapped in a light pink prison
My mother kept me smothered in this shade as I grew up
A life of pigtails and dresses
Of baby dolls and princesses
But I knew it wasn't me.
As I grew up the makeup that stained my face
Burnt like acid
The dresses buried themselves under my skin
Until I wanted to peel myself out of it
Like a tormented butterfly.
The dolls' faces turned into demented demons
The princesses' turned into witches that haunted my nightmares.
The lumps on my chest that grew
Made me want to take a straight razor to them
Whenever I looked down in the shower
My tears would mix with the scalding hot water from the faucet
I wanted to throw up every time I saw my round face in the mirror.
I thought something was wrong with me
Something unnatural
Unhuman
But I'm transgender
I've learned there's nothing wrong with that
I'm human
I'm me
I'm Quinn
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 10:53 AM UTC
When I was little, I was taught to fear ghosts.
I was told that they were bad,
that they were the devils' work.
That they were unnatural, unhuman, and needed to be vanquished.
But I've grown to know the opposite.
The ghosts in my house are the only things keeping me from falling apart at the seams.
They keep me company, and whisper strings of hope in my ear.
I need these ghosts,
to live
and breathe
and survive.
One's name is Evelyn.
She creeps around,
she pulls the razor away,
dries my tears.
She hasn't told of how she lost her life,
but there's something in her eyes
that tells me she was the cause of her own destruction.
One's name is Patch.
Or so his nickname is.
I think I may be in love.
Is that possible?
Maybe one day, I'll join him.
Until then, I bid my time.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
Any man canst walketh away
When it comes to waiting for his amare,
As for me....
I shalt support her
As whilst at the same time,
Loving her in return..
Making me
(Nonhuman)
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
Crawling out of my mouth from whence it peeks out from under my tongue
The teeth bite with metal sound upon the spoon
Slipping in my stomach the slime
I decline the double bent fingers you lend
Hearts wretched cavity lying in my throat
A gnawing grip at my temples unable to free last night’s tears
The clink of teeth and spoon grinding at each others hard skin
Shrink from my eyes the blur of the past year
Tempest toss screaming from inside my brain
blue white radiance gleamed violence and heat
scorching undeserving thumbs from sad hunched men
In Dark Rooms they count down the time
Until their lover’s friends reach immutable verdict
Guilty of High Crimes Cried In Unison
By testimony of your heart
I sentence thee to fractured living and eternal wandering
For the **** of emotions and time
Never to feel passion or intimate soft hands
Tilt your face to the ground for the light does not touch you
Bring your knees broken on hard pavement
I feel your loss
Blood filled stuffed animal
Bleed out of ego
Falling out of your body
Hands Clasped together and heads touching
Clear that the abuse comes from my white knuckles
Now twist your spine ten-fold
Living in hypocrisy the mirror says
I know not the right path
Leave me be as my unhuman person
Feeling for the oozing viscera out my pores
Claws mark me into confusing messes
Snap the connection
The Black blackens against the brackish water
Wading further down the sand grips at my heart
Crystalizing it so that It may be transfixed into something
living.
Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 1:09 PM UTC
My breath caught, frozen in July
Summer's heat, couldn't draw near
Such was the sight, broken before me
Crouching, ******* the earth
The town broken, lay before me
Radiated in charcoal end, smoking embers
Centered around, spoked out
Once standing proud, a church
Only its brass cross now, tombstoned
Precious packaged, I circled
Searching for life, not charred remains
Either eluded me, ash rained
I crept, grey cloaked and hidden
Strange stories, whispered on mens lips
In homes lit brighter, the night seemed darker
Far East, something had risen
Had cast of ill formed shells, shrugged
Minds and bodies, bent strange
My destination, unsurvived
This brimstone eruption, complete
Little but a frame, withered home
Sifting through wreckage, human and debris
The hand was there, stiff and curled
Wearing the ring, but not a ring
Sawn, not touched
The hand, with me
As well, the ring
In its place, less burdened
The package, placed
Payment for, left handed thief
Spending moments, no less
I sought the church, devoid of life
Additional promise, hidden away
It's timber splintered, crushing
Burned from within, cries on the wind
Its doors had been barred, broken in
Protecting souls, blacken, wooden and thin
Strange symbols, golden jeweled, silver skinned
The Hanging God, crucified and crowned
Such as gods may, none were saved
Children, babies and mothers alike
All tortured by flame, fire
Treasure, reburied in hold
Leather bound, and square
And the thief, hand ring
I redonned cloak, boot and stick
Wrapped in grey, clinging to shadow
With twightlite falling, sped foot
Far from this place, burned to soot
Too many human, blooded and torn
But most haste, those dead and unhuman
I watched close the shadowed, deep
Fearing to be followed, more; unsleep
Seeking to deliver unholy, but my soul keep
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
My kids shall be swell,
Surely beautiful as hell.
On the outside, and the in,
I'll be passing on acceptance to my kin.
They'll be people whose voices are soft,
Like cotton,
But also raucous,
Like rebellion.
They'll understand what is acceptable,
And what is unhuman;
They'll be soft but not totally susceptible,
So that their hearts won't go to ruin.
They'll have character, compassion, empathy,
For the sick, the broken, the ignorant, and the healthy.
I had to teach myself these things, and what life brings;
They'll have me, to help guide them through the stings.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
l put down the words
all lies?????
Maybe the paper wont understand the feelings
Or its the fear that even poetry could know my story
its all hidden in between the lines
And in the letters l find my solace
Can l find my true safe heaven on pen and paper?
its all an illusion, nothing gets better
Maybe it all comes down to being emotionless
Am l unhuman????? NO
My heart is just too big to store everything
Originally it was meant to pump blood but that changed
Why it never pops all the feelings or get tired? idk
its still a mystery
Even l want to know when l can finally break free
for now its safe to say its nature...……..
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
Witnessed uprooting :
ritual
in the piracy of night
bare
your sinning
skin-suit
unhuman-you
your human right
time fled along
ebrius
when i witnessed
your trespass
your violation
you
uprooting the root
in the rivalry
of the night
up
upon the morning
you raise your muzzle blighted
turn your unprocessed head
to retrieve social frequency
tune in to the light
cold dew on a damaged lawn
you collect your togs
your paraphernalia
and pick your way tender:
a rejoining propulsion
toward the convulsive city
to bed yourself
beneath its
quickening day
hungover
in selfish
wit
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 11:00 AM UTC
Among the Gorgons that counted three
Touched by comeliness being mortal only she
Beauty that in awe of the universe bowed down
Her glorious sumptuous hair a glowing grace
More exquisite than Aphrodite’s star-studded crown
Pursued and seduced by Poseidon was fair Medusa
The God of the jade seas and cerulean oceans deep
In the sacred temple of Athena
His unrelenting passion for her was consecrated
And evermore in her submission would she weep
Their love spill upon white sacred stone floors
Insulted and in her anger
Athena cursed Medusa to times end and in the word’s, cruelty seep
A serpent's tongue and venomous black eyes replaced the orbs of blue
But behind the monster’s mask
A rare beauty never more wakened would sleep
Writhing snakes replaced the queenly vision of her hair
Hideous, grotesque an unhuman crone
A horrifying sight to be shunned
If to look upon her any fool dare
Her darting eyes turn all to stone
The ill-fated union of Medusa and Poseidon yielded two children,
Chrysaor and Pegasus
Who sprung from her neck upon death
When with but a stroke of cunning Perseus shining blade
Her head severed from her body fell to the floor
To be presented to Athena in homage and honor as a gift.
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Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC
I could not see the next summit,
the gashed gnarl of its face.
I guessed only that its steepening
inclines had been set against me.
I could hear all the echoings
of the dead in their ice-tombs
where their aims had led them
and buried them, then, deeper,
the incredible footfall
of sherpas, spirited, light
and deft, unbetraying. A silence
stretched on toward a night
long with unhuman testimony.
Then it came: the world-clearing
hammer-blows of distant avalanches,
the palpitations of chaos,
one whiteout of potentiality.
My tent fluttered and gripped
at the snow that stored for spring
all paths to the peak, leading
through veils of embraces,
inconsolable losses, charms,
fantastic indictments. Swelling
its stormfront, then collapsing
into a voice like winter, the wind
took up a human song and broke
across the horizons. It sang,
'You are an unborn fjord,
a chasm yet to be. Only water
sculpts its beauty: let it pass.
Throw no harness over the clouds,
they hold no secrets, but are.
Here, while you plan your ascent
each night, exalting the fey,
the indolent, the totemic, you are
like a thief on a watchtower.
Until every such night has passed
you will light, tend, and watch die
a small, tense fire, but awake
surrounded by footprints.'
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
rage simmers deep
in my stomach,
i swallow whole,
choking, tortured,
the words which
whisper violence
whisper courage
whisper shame
i'm floating through the halls,
my eyes glassed over, my heart
bleeding onto the floor
i don't have the energy
to mop up the red rage
resist repair
resist healing
resist righteousness
there is poison
sprouting from the ground
chemicals have turned
unhuman, unharmonious,
my fingers knives of solitude
breathing life
breathing death
breathing glass
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
A sky full of stars is only seen in the darkest of lights. . .
And there is so much sense to make out of that
But I cant explain it
Write it down
As it drains it
Of its unhuman like complexity
As everything in life is merely a reflection of its essence
The universe is a reflection of the atoms in your cells
And it's so complex yet so simple
If you dont explain it
It's so simple
Sink into it
As it is what we define as truth
It is the essence
It is the core
And it is within you
Observe and listen
And let it be
And what shall happen
Shall be
And we might be as harmonious as the blue sky and the sea
As the stars shining at night in the dessert
Or we might just be a passing like the weather.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
I dont expect for others to understand
How I loveth
Or how I giveth mine love
Because I am not human
And no human
Will ever understand that!!!
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC