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Jul 2015 · 5.1k
Mixed Messages
Thomas EG Jul 2015
Mixed messages
Confused conscience
Swerving signal

Thorough thinking
Optimistic offering
Hesitant Hell
Alliteration or something poetic like that
Jul 2015 · 983
In The Torchlight
Thomas EG Jul 2015
Pinky promise
Holding hands
Arms on waist
Now let's dance
Set lips free
It's alright
Left confused
In the torchlight
I am grateful
That we're here
We embrace
I pull you near
Run through darkness
Leave our friends
Return before
The night ends
I've written too many of these.
Jul 2015 · 620
Imaginary Illusions
Thomas EG Jul 2015
Stars amaze us...
There must be life somewhere else.
Possibly more than imaginable,
Yet possibly all illusive.
Big dipper, little dipper...
We're aging, still.
I wonder about you.
I apologise profusely.
I admit things that I shouldn't,
But not what I should.
Not yet, at least.
Tomorrow is exciting,
But yet to come.
Today is nice,
But wasting away.
I spend my life worrying.
Just calm down.
If anxiety were a super-power,
I'd be heroic by now.
I'd be Hurrisome Worrisome,
Except slow.
Don't test me,
For I may not pass.
I can not study for this.
Should we just leave it then?
You were closing the door,
Until I jammed my foot in it.
Let the sirens ring...
I'm not going anywhere.
Moths are drawn to the light,
But burnt on their arrival,
Like grim fireflies,
In the garden's glow...
Glass shatters.
My static scars shine through.
My starry stay continues.
Your eyes wander to the sky,
But mine remain locked on you.
*So where's the moon?
09/07/2015 :-)
Jun 2015 · 810
Goodnight
Thomas EG Jun 2015
Let's get some air
Oh, the air is nice
Smiles all around
So beautiful

I feel at peace
The trees nurse me back to reality
And it feels good
And I feel alive

We sit together
In the shelter of our friends
We talk about anything
We talk about everything

You talk, a lot
I listen, a lot
I hear you
I like you

Platonically, of course
I have feelings all the same
But you are beautiful
Your mind is beautiful

I feel calm and excited
All at once
I appreciate the gesture
Thank you for this

Does it rain? Maybe
I'm not paying attention
To what is going on around me
Only attentive to you

The branches dance
Whisper secrets to the night
Sit back and relax
The silence is okay

I'm glad that it's dark
You can't see the smile on my face
I'm enjoying this moment
I'm enjoying your company

It's getting late
Well, early actually
I take you home
We take our time

Gentle goodbyes
I will see you soon
And then we embrace
And I embrace the night

We both walk off
I shake my thoughts off
What a good night this has been
Goodnight, goodnight indeed...
Yesterday was a long day
Yesterday was a good day
Jun 2015 · 730
Strange
Thomas EG Jun 2015
I feel strange... I am alone, in this moment, but I do have friends. A handful, at least.

Loneliness had become such a huge part of my life before. Now I have people who show me that they care and I am glad.

But I still miss her body in the night... I stretch in my bed and do not feel her next to me... I feel nothing. I feel as though I have nothing. I am nothing. I am no one.

But I have friends now, yes, I have friends ! So I won't cry over a mess that I made for myself... I got myself into this, after all.

I only have myself to blame, but nowadays it seems like more than just my own fingers pointing to myself, shoving themselves down my throat...

Now I am gasping for a single breath to breathe, because I breathe, but I do not live. I survive, but I do not experience. I don't really feel anything and I am glad.

All I feel is strange... All I have is friendship... All I need is friendship. I just need my friends.
Just wanted to write about some recent observations!
Jun 2015 · 400
Here
Thomas EG Jun 2015
Who would have thought
That we'd end up here?

Well surely no one
Had thought so, my dear.
Jun 2015 · 5.0k
Dangerous
Thomas EG Jun 2015
You are dangerous
A weapon of destruction
A gun

And yet I still wish
To be your bullet
Your only one
*** poem (I wanna be inside you)
May 2015 · 1.6k
Inferior
Thomas EG May 2015
I am inferior... Semilunar, even. It's on nights like these that I can taste the stars. They shine almost as brightly as your eyes.

Your eyes continue to amuse me, to consume me... I suffocate, deprived of key elements of freedom.

A conscience says a lot about a person. Your conscience is as pure as gold. Why don't you bite down on me? See if I am authentic. I promise you that I am worthy. We are worthy.

The sky's teasing crescent is enough to push you to let go. You are so in love with the idea of a world beyond Earth. I can see a whole solar system in your eyes' smile.

You admit that this is a new kind of journey for you. It's a journey all the way through my mind. I'm aware that things are still a bit behind.

I guess now we are looking for more than just a shallow dip. We want deep water. We want the opportunity to drown.

You know, the only way to truly satisfy me would be to reveal your methods of survival... My favourite scent rolls off the tight knot that is your tongue. Cherries.

You dismantle my heart and then build it back up, by my side. You say that you love me and begin to cry. It is beautiful. The misery even surprises you. I see no teardrops.

Amongst others, we have to stay in touch with who we are... For there is no more than one person displayed in my shadow.

Because my body belongs to me. It is mine and mine only. It is a home. I invite you to come and sit by the fireplace... My heart is a fire... Your eyes are its flames.
Another long poem!!!!
May 2015 · 1.9k
The Alpha
Thomas EG May 2015
The moon's whispers reach my heart's ears and I believe in God.
It is "blind faith",
but faith nonetheless.
I sense you moving closer, but I do not want this.
Too close, too near, for comfort, with fear.
I am fearful.
Worried eyes and misplaced feet gather around me.
Then I wake up.
No one is here.
Even the moon has left me.
My eyes tear up and I pray.
I get no response.
I am blind, but not deaf.
What's going on?
Have they been right about you all along?
No, not necessarily.
I am tired, so tired.
I must rest.
Tell me the rest.
Tell me anything.
Talk to me.
I am not deaf.
I can hear you talking to everyone else,
in the background of my life,
but you do not talk to me.
I am alone.
A lonely wolf.
I am a man.
The alpha of a one-man wolf pack.
I do not pack,
I do not bind,
I do not pass,
I do not find,
joy in living anymore.
Life is no longer an adventure,
for me.
I wish to quit these explorations and begin a new kind of journey.
A transition.
I need to stop expressing myself with such emotions.
I must dismiss my feelings.
Push them down, down, down.
I'm falling down, down, down.
I am awake.
I do not wish to sleep.
I wish to intoxicate myself.
Poison my blood stream.
Poison my soul.
I miss that intimacy.
I crave that intimacy now, but I do not crave her touch.
I may crave her lips, but I crave his too.
I just crave touch.
I crave attention.
How come no one ever pays attention,
to me?
I am not surprised, taken-aback or speechless...
Just voiceless, apparently.
Oh, and blind.
Thank you for the disrespect,
thank you for the neglect,
thank you mum and dad for letting me know what to expect...
Nothing.
No one.
I am so lonely.
Blind and lonely.
"You will be happy soon," I tell myself,
in an attempt at reassurance,
but when He gives me the power to see...
The miracle of the restoration of vision...
The oppressors will still not obtain the power to listen.
So, I will never be heard.
I slept so well after finally writing this down haha
May 2015 · 737
You're Back...
Thomas EG May 2015
You're back...
You have returned and I am relieved.
This family welcomes you with open arms.
I sense the same feelings that I have, within you.
You resent the hugs, the acts of love, and I know that it is for similar reasons.
(But it is in fact nothing serious!)
You offer open arms to me and I accept your embrace, with pleasure.
I missed you.
Sometimes I hate how I can see parts of you in myself, but then I remember what a beautiful person you are and I am okay.
You are a beautiful person and I am okay.
I admire you and I am okay.
*I missed you.
My sis is back from Rome for a few days pow pow pow
May 2015 · 1.2k
Scars
Thomas EG May 2015
Two burns, left wrist
Two more burns, left hand
Two fading slits, left ankle
Easier to deal with, to understand
These six scars...
They are the only ones that I have
Well, the only ones in your eyes
The only ones that were deliberate
Deliberate necessities
There is one on the right side
Of my nose too
But it was accidental
Nothing more than a childish
Slip of the foot
"Sorry, it was just a slip of the tongue"
I need you
I need more
Two more, in precision
(a double incision)
One on the right
And one on the left
"No cesarean for me, thanks"
No life coming out of this body
No matter how beautiful
I could have made you
I would have kept you safe
I promise
I won't let them hurt you
They'll understand
They have to
They have to
They have to

But that's what I thought before
And yet they still don't
Not today, not quite yet
But they have to
And I've been thinking
And drinking
And smoking
And toking
And I do not know
How far I will go
So cut me open
Take what I don't want
Because I do not want this
Remove my heart
You may as well
While you're in there
It's been aching so badly lately
And this is all that I want right now
They will let me do it
They have to
They have to
They have to

They will...
Won't they?
You can not see teardrops
Amongst raindrops
Can not distinguish between
The peaceful and the pained
And I fall, I fall hard
I crash and you feel me, you do
But rain is a friend
Rain is something that I can trust
Something that I can relate to, rely on
Too quiet to be seen as thunder
Too dull to be seen as lightning
Too transparent to be seen at all
From a distance...

You get used to rain after a while
We are known for our weather
(Rain rain go away)
Let the sun shine
So that I can become a rainbow
Cut me open and pull out my heart
Offer it to that planet's glorious rays
Look up at me
Not down on me
And tell me that I am beautiful
Tell me that I mean something
To you
That I mean anything
Because I am not mean
I mean
I love you
I love you
I love you

I try far too hard
You think that I don't try at all
But it's ******* hard
It's SO ******* hard
And I am trying my best
And I am transgender
I am the she / he / whatever
The it
I do not deserve you
But do I really deserve this?
I know that these are not raindrops
I can taste the salt, slowly rolling
And rolling down
And down my face
My tear-stained face
Please tell me that I am worthy
Please let me do this
Please, please, let me do this...
You have to
YOU HAVE TO
I'm not alright
I'm not okay
I'm not alright
I'm not okay

Save me
Fish me out of the ditch
Ditch me halfway through
My transition
LET ME TRANSITION
You have to
You have to
You have to

It hurts
It hurts so bad, oh God
And I'm not getting anything in return
So let me pain myself
Until I can breathe again
With a smile on my face
A smile that will not run in the rain
I am running through the rain
Running away from myself
I am falling, as rain falls on me
And I am crying
I'm not alright
I'm not okay

So let me do this
You have to.. You have.. You..
You will...
Won't you..?
Because I'm not alright
And I'm not okay
I am transparent, I am transitioning
I am transgender
Whether you like it
Or not.
This poem is purely to express what I'm feeling right now in some way other than crying and pushing myself too hard... Life ain't too good right now. Writing this definitely helped though.
May 2015 · 1.2k
Listen
Thomas EG May 2015
Head down
Speak up
"No," I say aloud
For the first time in my life

stutter stutter stutter

I am worth more than what my emotions
Allow me to display

I swallow my nerves
Swallow the lump in my throat
"No," I repeat, louder now

Walk all over me, no more
Strive to please you, no more

I gather my thoughts
Gather my courage
And speak what my heart has to say

Ignore my mouth's confusion
My tongue is not passionate about talking
Until there is someone willing to listen

listen listen listen

I've had enough
So just stop

It's up to me
To shut you down
It's up to me
To open up

So just stop...
And listen.
I notice a recurring theme in my writing lately... Anyway, I got inspired on the Dart and this poem came to be!
May 2015 · 1.6k
Children
Thomas EG May 2015
Pitter patter of miniature feet
Children are something that I want

I always have
And always will

But my own children aren't necessarily
Something that I can have

They are beautiful
And worthy of life
And as open-minded as I can be
I don't want to **** mine

But I will not have to pay
For surgery nor for drugs
So let me freeze my potentials
Let me remove my shallow caves

I do not need them anymore
Just like you don't need her

Love me love me love me
I am your child

I always have been
And always will be

I love you
So love my kids...
(However they arrive)
Because they will arrive...
And love you too
I wrote this last night when I was very drunk and kind of high... Apparently this is what my intoxicated mind thinks about.
May 2015 · 1.1k
Coffee
Thomas EG May 2015
I should have known...
You always preferred
The smell of fresh coffee
To the smell of a fresh start.
You never wanted anything more
Than company...
Than attention...
Did you?
Just being friends could be fun,
But I'd rather taste your tongue.
You know how much you mean to me...
Stop teasing me.
You're cute so I'ma flirt with you anyway
Apr 2015 · 1.0k
Whisk Me Away
Thomas EG Apr 2015
I dare you to whisk me away
With those electric limbs of yours
Let's go some place
Where we won't be judged

Don't let them seep in
Under the door
Just ignore the invisible creaking
Surely it will stop soon

Do not be frightened
The wailing is not a killer
Not a knife in this hand
Nor a hammer in this head

Do not call me, do not whistle
I am no cat, I am no wolf

Hold your breath
Hang upside-down
Let me scare you, scare yourself
Shall I fetch a mirror?
Or would that prove to be
Just as useless?

Whining in the shadows
Ghost white and blood red
Scratch marks, no bite marks
What were you expecting?

Let me howl
I am no wolf
But you seem to be a moon
You shine so brightly, I swear
You are the cure
That I've been searching for

They warned me about you
Before I left
I never understood their worries...
I blink and you are gone
Back again
Is that your honest soul?
It's so grey
(I can empathise)

Should we still run?
Would you rather soar?
I don't like this idea anymore
You are too frail, too fragile
I will not love you like this
Tomorrow...
Written: 1/11/14. 100% puntastic !!
Apr 2015 · 778
Amen
Thomas EG Apr 2015
Amen...
A word used at the end of prayer
Meaning "we agree"
So why say it in harmony
If you don't even believe?

"I won't pray, but I'll close my eyes and say amen"
No, just close your eyes

Respect us
But don't lie

You can't agree that we are going to Heaven
If you don't believe in Heaven in the first place

"I don't believe in God"
Fair enough

"I don't care if I go to Hell"
But you don't believe in Hell, do you?

"I hate God"
No, no, no, you hate the concept of God, you don't even believe in him!

"I wanna fight Jesus"
Aw, come on, that's just disrespectful...

Regardless of whether or not God is real, he loves, or would love, you...

"Jesus sounds like a good guy..."
**Amen.
I've had this saved on here as a draft for ages... Believing in God has kind of turned into a joke to a lot of people over the past few years, so I didn't want people to laugh at this, but hey... This is just what I've been feeling as of late.
Apr 2015 · 1.4k
Doubt
Thomas EG Apr 2015
You ask me what it is,
So I tell you about it.
You frown and you question,
Until I start to doubt it.

"Why was that so hard for you to say, our dear?"

Well, because I know that it's not what you wanted to hear...

"You're right,
It's not what we wanted to hear,
But you should never fear,
Because we'll always be here,
for you."


You may be there for me,
But do you really care for me?
Can't help but hope you do,
I hope you were telling the truth.

I just need you both to love me,
No matter who I have to be.

"We love you."
Yeah, I hope you do...
I've been writing so much about my parents lately??
Apr 2015 · 776
Apologies For An Ex-Lover
Thomas EG Apr 2015
I lay you down on the floor
Displayed for all to see
How was I to know that
What you needed wasn't me?

What you needed was closure
And you craved less exposure
To the damage of reality
Yes, then you'd be free

But that was of no avail
To you, at least, my love
Instead you ended up falling
I hope now you'll rise back up

I apologise for everything
That I did and didn't do
I apologise in knowing
That I did this to you
Idk
Apr 2015 · 955
Nothing Sweet
Thomas EG Apr 2015
We did not wait as long as the others.
We were ready before they were.
And that's okay.
I was fourteen the first time.
Not understanding what I was getting myself into.
Eventually we stripped our stars, with everything on the floor, and a locked door.
You were sprawled across the canvas...
I began to paint.
Swirls, faces, unfamiliar places.
All I wanted to see
was you.
All I wanted to taste
was you.
All that I tasted was, indeed, you...
Nothing sweet.
Refreshing, yes, minty...
But not sweet.
Clumsy mouths, bumping off one another in the darkness.
Unexperienced lovers, unsure of our next moves.
I was as brave of a gentleman as I could have been, but you...
You tread on my courage.
And I do not miss you.
No, I do not miss you, but I am sorry...
Forgive me.
This one's a different kind of personal. I'm trying new things.
Apr 2015 · 891
Happiness
Thomas EG Apr 2015
Happiness spills from my lips
Laughter trickles down my soul
I can't believe that we're here again
Just as good new
As we were old
Another unfinished poem that will never be finished...
Apr 2015 · 1.2k
A Friendship Newfound
Thomas EG Apr 2015
My split surface
Your cracked skin
There's deep confusion
Without, within

Blurry views
Crawling clocks
Helping hands
Splashing rocks

Summer sadness
Sunshine blues
The buzz of drugs
The hum of you

Falling petals
Misty sigh
Unexpectedly happening
Before my eyes

Twirl, my princess
Spin around
Twenty fifteen
A friendship newfound

Gentle kisses
Midnight glow
Not the first
To let me know

Muddy puddles
My grey boundaries
I was out of line
Crossing out memories

My muffled moans
Your dimpled cheeks
Leave park benches lonely
For weeks and weeks
Summer sadness, eh?
Apr 2015 · 1.2k
Dreams
Thomas EG Apr 2015
I do not know how to feel,
I do not know how to function,
But at least I no-longer dream,
Of serious self-destruction.

I dream of living anxiety-free,
I dream of compassion, of care,
I dream of being able to breathe,
Without choking on fresh air.
Anxiety is gross, like even deep breaths can send me into panic attacks, it's mad. I've come far though!
Apr 2015 · 3.0k
Blue Lips
Thomas EG Apr 2015
Blue lips
Slow hips
Sway away, darling
I need to relax
But I more-so need
To express myself
To dress myself
With a smile
Fragrance myself
With positivity
Your passion within itself
Is my favourite scent
It is sweet
Like recognition
For who I am
But gentle
Like your touch
Like your art

Blue lips
Beautiful even when hurt
Soft even when bleeding
Swollen with effort
Stolen with a kiss
You touch my soul
With less fragility
You are rough
With your ideas
Your beautiful ideas
Share your ideology
With me, please
Spill your thoughts
Onto more than just paper
Pour yourself
Into my heart
As if you haven't already
Come back soon
I'll be here, waiting

Blue lips*
You must remember
That beauty comes
After pain...
You may go through a lot
But I see only more beauty
Within your bravery
I admire you
I desire you
For you are strong, darling
You are fierce
Pretty, simple, complicated,
Like a silver feather...
You just need to remember
That you will not be blue
Forever.
I was told to write a poem including the words "blue lips" and i think I did a pretty good job tbh
Apr 2015 · 1.6k
Red
Thomas EG Apr 2015
Red
Do your lips
Match your heart?
They're both red,
But different shades.
Does that mean
That they clash
With one another?
Or are they able
To embrace each other?
To embrace their differences?
Oh, what a wonderful collaboration
Of the soul...
Another draft :)))
Apr 2015 · 2.2k
Extraordinary
Thomas EG Apr 2015
Contradictory feelings...
The buzz is insane.
Squealing with excitement,
Although I feel ill.
You are extraordinary...
I want a closer look
I wish for better luck.
Come here, darling.
You don't have to
Hold your tongue...
I can busy it otherwise,
If you'd prefer.
I know I would.
We are so close
In distance,
But not quite there yet
Emotionally.
If I reached out to you,
Would you take my hand?
Take my hand,
Until you understand...
This is more of a draft than anything, I just felt like publishing it!
Apr 2015 · 1.4k
My ABCs
Thomas EG Apr 2015
Anytime you feel lonely
Beckon for me to come into your arms
Catch hold of my hand in the shadows, in the back row
Don't let go.
Every day is a new day
Feeling good
Good feeling
Happy... Almost.
I* don't want you to leave as well
Just stay, please...
Keep your fingers crossed
Love the way that your dark eyes shine so brightly
My heart races in your presence
No good can come from this
Only few understand.
Please hold on for a little longer
Quit with the teasing already
Ridiculous, our circumstances...
Slow down, I want to know more
Tell me your deepest secrets
Under the light of the moon.
Velvet blankets, picnic baskets
What's next?
Xoxo, your biggest fan
You never did understand my jokes
Zzzzzz, goodnight, day dreamer...
Now I know my ABCs,
Next time won't you comfort me?
Alphabetical order fun
Apr 2015 · 917
No Good
Thomas EG Apr 2015
I'm no good at this...
No good at this at all.
I'm not ready,
I never will be.
I wanted independence,
Not neglect.
I feel really, really alone tonight...
Vulnerability at its finest.
Sweet, sweet pain.
Salty, salty tears.
1 year, 178 days sober.
I congratulate myself.
Last night was great,
In the glow of the moonlight,
To the rush of the waves...
The ocean waved at me...
And she smiled.
What a smile she has.
I need to quit,
I never will quit.
With a sigh,
I disappear into myself.
Who knows when I'll come out?
Who knows when I will be okay?
I better be okay, one day...
I'm sad :)
Apr 2015 · 1.9k
Vanilla
Thomas EG Apr 2015
I fall down, it's no longer bright
Land in a black hole, without light
Oh wait, it's a brown hole tonight
I am falling into your brown eyes
I hope they're authentic, no disguise
Because you truly are a delight
"Oh hey, you look nice"
**** it, you stole my line
"So do you" I weakly reply
My heart thuds and you smile
You lean in, I feel your teasing bite
My tender lips, more than alright
Feel pure pleasure, without fright
There's only excitement, this time
Spare me the misery, my divine
All of the rules have been defied
It's possible that you liked it
But next time you'll deny it
You'll deny my lips with a sigh
I'll deny your denial, what a crime
Better luck next time.
You tasted of... Vanilla, am I right?
You really know how to kiss a guy
Made it feel like my time to shine
Made me feel like I was liked
Pulled my hair, oh, what a life
Held my hands, pulled me in tight
And then a cheeky kiss goodnight
I had to wait for so long... Why?
I guess we've both always been shy
I guess we've both been far behind
But I guess now we would be fine
To hang out, maybe once or twice
With only us, just you and I
That is, if you wouldn't mind
I mean, it's always worth a try
Until then, vanilla lips,
**Goodbye...
SO, LAST NIGHT WAS FUN. AIGHT COOL.
Mar 2015 · 1.3k
Let Me Blossom
Thomas EG Mar 2015
You were losing your ****
Over some stupid homework
("No, not homework, study!
You need to study too!"
)

You were unaware
That I had been sulking
About a body
Not matching a mind

I was paralysed in my bed
And you were helpfully telling me
All about my laziness
All about my life
Or there lack of

Well, I haven't been motivated
To do much lately
Other than ransack my room
For possible compressors

But in the end
You only wanted
To compress my mind
My "mindset"

You say that you love me
And you believe yourself
But do I?
Oh, of course I do

But I can not tell you
How good it feels
To hear them say my name
And mean it

It rolls off of his tongue
Skips out of her lips
And I feel at peace
I feel at home

Funny how I feel the least at home
With family
But what's a family without love?
Unconditional love?

If you love me
Let me go
I promise that I will return
As long as you let me blossom

You see
You fell in love with a caterpillar
Mistook it for a worm
I'm tired of being so pink
It's time to set me free

Cacoons can not be paused
They're created with a purpose
I'm afraid that this time
The changes are irreversible

Yes, I am going to change
But when that butterfly appears
Before your tear-filled eyes
You must realise
That it's still me
Changing, changing all the time. Please set me free.
Mar 2015 · 689
Just Try
Thomas EG Mar 2015
You say that you can't do it
I reply that I know why
I name the reasons that I assume
But you tell me something new

My heart shifts

Do you mean to say
That you're not going to try
Simply because it'd  be too hard?
Is that the only reason why?

Do you understand
How upset I can get?
How much I can cry?
"And it's hard for me to admit that,
As a man
"

But I can cry

And maybe I wouldn't have to
Maybe I wouldn't quite so much
If you would just try

It's funny how you can be
So ******* heartless
So ******* dismissive
So ******* selfish

Without even trying
If you only knew
Why I was crying
When you said you love me

Maybe you don't know me

Maybe you love your daughter
Maybe you're losing her
Maybe you should just try
A little ******* harder
Next time.
A poem for my beloved parents. I do appreciate them, with all of my heart, but we all know that parents can **** sometimes.
Mar 2015 · 1.0k
Reality
Thomas EG Mar 2015
Reality hits me
And it ******* kills me
No, please don't say
That you understand

The physical pain
Is sickening, oh
Why can't I be seen
For what I really am?

Well, the thing is
That I actually commit
To the harmless ****
That I care about

Unlike the others
That don't seem to care
They quit, cancel, flit
I can't help but think that it's unfair

Don't you miss me
Don't you notice my absence
Don't you care
That I'm not there?

I hate the crowds
They misconceive how
I express myself
When I'm just the same as everyone else

Or am I?
Who the **** cares?
Let me be who I want to be
Let me do something satisfactory

No, you don't understand
I'm sorry but it's true
You can't sympathise with me
When you don't have a clue...
Ey... Just thought I'd be honest. The other night I was so upset that I felt physically ill and it inspired me haha. Anyway, here's a poem about misconceptions!
Mar 2015 · 7.7k
Treasure Chest
Thomas EG Mar 2015
I go out, for once.
You appear before me and reach instantly for my beloved treasure chest, but I am uncomfortable. No means no tonight, as does it every other night.
You do not step back.
Only the chairs' arms are willing to support me, so my own small hand reaches for your twelve o'clock and now it is you who must flee.
The candles' tongues lick you on your way out.
Explicit.
Are you happy now? Where's your horse and carriage babe?
By the way, you dropped your ******* shoe.
Goodnight.
Hahahaha. Ha. Alcohol does good things to my brain. Good vibes.
Mar 2015 · 607
Consume Me
Thomas EG Mar 2015
I am but a few brittle bones
With a not-so-respectable amount of flesh
You have slowly become my skin
Clinging to this lost body
No sense of direction
No sense of emotion
Consuming me
Consume me
And now I cry through my teeth
As I lie from my eyes
All the while
Hiding behind
And beneath
You
Intimidation in a situation
Intimacy in simplicity
Cover me
No longer smother me
A moment's fresh air
Crisp as your gaze
Please
Do no more harm
To these legs
To these arms
I've got a blue thumb
Botanist of disappointment
I gather crops
As my mood drops
But if my fingers could speak to you
If my lips could reach out and touch you
I wonder if they'd be as gentle
As my words and movements are now
Because my friends help me get by
And you
You make me feel as though my life
Is all one constant high
But there is nothing poetic
About the way that you
Dismiss my feelings
Yet don't dismiss yourself
You are a joke
Never straying afar
From your obsession
Oppression
Or was it my depression?
We come to the end of yet another session
But I will see you before next week
**Oh how weak you are
Mar 2015 · 562
Fifteen
Thomas EG Mar 2015
I am not lonely
My thoughts go everywhere that I do
Always watching over me
Wanting me to watch them, constantly

They want attention
and more
I give it to them subconsciously
Without putting up a fight
of any sort

I'm easy, flexible...
You can count on me
Even if the favour is never returned

15, 15, 15...
I was always lonely
Searching for the missing part of myself

I always suspected that it would be a boy
or girl
That filled the void...
Not this
This is not love
Yet

But I can say that I've stopped searching
And maybe it is from lack of motivation
From depression
Or lack of depression?
But I feel less afraid of being alone
Less afraid of being me

I'm becoming happier with myself
I'm changing, changing all the time
And feeling less empty with each day

Is it because of this?
Well I'm not all that sure
Yet
But I suspect it

For I haven't even considered romantic attraction
in some time
And maybe loneliness was what stirred
My need for intimacy before
And maybe now I'm not so lonely
Maybe now I'm finding peace

Within my own intimate thoughts
Within myself
Within this...
15?
15... I think I love you.
**I do.
About discovering and accepting myself! I feel like I'm not as reliant on other people's company as I used to be and I feel as though that's because I've become slightly happier in my own company... Who knows? Not me.
Mar 2015 · 482
Just Friends?
Thomas EG Mar 2015
I love your eyes I love your hair
I love your clothes and how they fit you
I love these bright, shining lights
And the pure ways in which they hit you

My hand begins to slide
Slowly, slowly, up your leg
Soon I see your eyes roll up
And to the back of your head

My name trembles on your lips
My warmth hovers on your tongue
You say that we're just friends
I agree with "sure, it's just fun"

But we both know that this is deeper
Yet neither of us want to admit
That careless ******* does not come close
To what this really is...

You whisper, you shiver
Pull me close until I quit
You let out a breath of air
As I lean in to bite your lip

Swore I wouldn't let myself
Fall in love ever again
But I guess your body upon mine
Was enough to let me just forget

I am done with emotionless love
I'm sick to death of being hurt
I won't let you get away, oh no
I will always put you first

So I turn the lights back on
Let them lick your bare skin now
I thought that I loved you before
I think I spoke too soon somehow

Your body sparkles in the glow
I pull you closer yet again
Confess my love and let you know
We are so much more than just friends

Oh, I hope this never ends...
I wanted to try writing some risqué poetry... Feedback would be  greatly appreciated!
Feb 2015 · 2.5k
But Darling
Thomas EG Feb 2015
But darling,
He feels lust and calls it love
Plants a tree and calls it an orchard
Breaks a heart and calls it art
Swears that he will stay
and calls it the truth...
When he leaves you,
Tsunamis of tears will crash over your body
Simultaneously streaming from your soul
in waves even greater than his ego...
He could never have truly loved you, darling...
*Not in the way that I do.
Feb 2015 · 685
To The Top
Thomas EG Feb 2015
This chest is no more than a shallow love pit. There are steep, steep worries at the front of my mind. Avalanches of fears tumble down dark slopes, only to land directly on top of me, with no sign of easing pressure. My ears pop pop pop and I am climbing higher, but feeling lower...

Swerve... Collide, no, swerve again.

Unpredictable lifestyles are my least favourite. Surprise!  Panic attack. My shallow love pit aches.

Let me rest, oh please, just let me sleep... Although I am afraid of what tomorrow might bring; bruises, bumps, memories, fun... Terrifyingly unpredictable, to say the least... So let me rest, oh please, oh please. Literally begging, whilst on my knees.

Unfortunate tidal waves of confusion add to the melodrama and I wish to let myself drown. Would anyone help me? There is no saviour at the bottom of the ocean, nor the bottom of a bottle, but please, please, let me drown... Because even drowning sounds better than living this insomnia of a life.

I had always been content with simply floating around, but now that you are here, everything feels different... So let me sink to the bottom of a bottle. Let me rest at the bottom of the ocean. Let me go all the way through life at the bottom, the bottom of anything... For I know that I was not made to make it to the top.

Shoot me with a shot of ***** and drown me with a lot of drink... I do not need your pity, I only need to sink. Don't let me down, just let me drown...

I've had too much time to think.
I was skiing last week and wanted to write something using the idea of steep slopes and avalanches and stuff, at the same time as writing about fear and surrendering to obsessive thoughts...
Feb 2015 · 4.8k
Compass
Thomas EG Feb 2015
I may never truly learn how to love this chest of mine, but I am sure that I could learn how to love what is buried inside of it.

I cannot draw on the moon... Cannot let my admiration literally shine down onto you, through the darkness. The moon is a poem within itself, but even the celestial beauty of that planet could not compare to the music that is your smile.

If I were to speak with a passion as warm and as slow as this, I assure you that you would listen... You would believe me. I would rather not deceive them, but it depends on how they perceive me, versus how I perceive my-definite-self.

Because I may be who they know me to be, but that does not make me what they presume me to be.

So call me strange, call me queer... Just know that you can call me any time and I will still be here, for you. I will not disappoint, nor shall I ever disappear, from you.

Because my heart is a compass and I am more than willing to travel all the way to 'Destination: You'. What an exciting journey! Alas, I can only go so far before feeling dehydrated... Yet I shall go on, for I have faith that you, of all oceans, will have the power to quench my thirst.

You are my seven seas, my poetry... My music, my long-lost lullaby... But you are more than just a masterpiece, darling. You are my sense of direction, for you are not only my art, but my heart... And you cannot help but stop beating, when I hear even so much as your greeting.

You wonder why... Ha. Je t'aime, ma chère, je t'aime... À bientôt, ma chère. I have not found you yet, but I am getting there.
Feb 2015 · 26.7k
Crash
Thomas EG Feb 2015
Uncertainty fills the air
And suddenly I'm not so sure.
Nostalgia begins to decay
But why?
Heavy, heavier...
I inhale and sigh with, what, exasperation?
Creation?
These are all mere distractions
To prevent myself from colliding
With myself,
With how I feel.
Emotional trauma, Part I -
Coming soon to a childhood near you!
We laugh it off
But it does not leave us.
Nothing can leave us
As easily as you walked away
That night.
I will not forget what I saw.
Engraved in my brain
Causing me to crumble
Tumble, tumble...
**Crash.
Jan 2015 · 1.7k
Queen of Hearts
Thomas EG Jan 2015
Things just don't fit together like they used to. I knew I had lost many of my pieces along the way, but I was painfully unaware of the full extent of my loss.
I slip and my cards fall in slow motion from my hands. I have lost my queen of hearts and I wonder if I will ever find her. My jigsaw gets smaller and I wonder what my fascination with puzzles was ever even about.
Youth misleads our clumsy fingers until adolescence can guide them more clearly, but how is adolescence to know the right direction? What is our destination anyway? Where are we going? What are we trying to find?
I reach under the couch and find a joker... Wait, he was joking? It shocks me like a jack in a box. How could I have been so naive? Of course his actions were insincere. They always are. They always will be.
I am looking for my queen of hearts. Her jigsaw pieces slot perfectly into mine. She is not so much of a queen as a princess, but she certainly possesses many a gullible heart. She possesses my gullible, frail heart.
I yearn for her crumpled, dog-eared kisses as she floats to the floor with the certain elegance of a queen. She snapped my heart, spit on the pieces and dealt me out a new hand. She does not understand... The only hand I wish to have is hers in mine.
She may have gone fishing for a challenge, but there will always be too many riddles for her to answer... I lost my queen of hearts. I am puzzled. I am too afraid to gamble my love away on any other card.
Once upon a time, she bet that I would give in, give up and fold her up. No, I will not fold until I have won... I will win her heart. I will win the game.
Feeling creative tonight... So many puns in this poem. Puns are great. Poems are great.
Jan 2015 · 5.9k
Bad Boy
Thomas EG Jan 2015
You think you're so cool...
Bad boy, detached.
Nobody knows you
like you know yourself.
Leather jacket, crooked grin.
Only few deserve it.
Pocket-watch, single hoop earring.
Vintage, vintage...
How did you get so great?
Perhaps you stole the lost souls
of fragile beauties.
Perhaps you aren't so great after all.
Perhaps...
Or maybe
you just got so sick of hating yourself,
that you decided
to hate everyone else instead.
Maybe...
Or it's possible
that you lost your own soul
in the eyes of a fragile beauty...
And it's possible
that you're too far gone
to be saved.
Literally just wrote this on the spot. I don't know.
Dec 2014 · 714
My Body
Thomas EG Dec 2014
It's you.
You are the reason that I can no longer sleep at night.
You are pain... You are fear...
I hate that you are near.
I try to forget you.
I try and I try and I try, but what good is it trying to ignore my own body?
I can not ignore this... This... This emptiness, this longing for acceptance, for change... For something new.
I need you.
I need you even more than I need myself, so no... I can not forget you.
Because my identity is valid, regardless of what they think.
Regardless of what anyone thinks.
It does in fact matter... I'm not going to pretend that it doesn't.
And I'm not going to pretend that you're not here.
I know that you are.
You've been getting closer and closer and closer, until a few days ago, when you truly arrived.
You won't let me feel at home in my own body... I can not touch my body... I can't even look at my body.
Why are you doing this to me?
And why do I feel the need to tell everyone I encounter that my name may match my face, but it sure as Hell doesn't match my feelings?
This is my body... *So go away.

You're only ******* me up further...
And I know that I could love you if I weren't the one you were chasing, but honestly, I just feel panicked... I feel cornered... I feel *dysphoric
.
And I'm so ******* frustrated, I mean, why now? Why not then? Why me? Why not him? Or her?
But I do not wish this upon them...
Yet I never did wish it upon myself.
I just want to know... I want to know now... I need to discover the truth... To discover myself.
But you won't let me.
You are making things far more complicated than they ever needed to be.
You are pulling my soul directly out of my skin and leaving my now-useless organs behind...
My soul may be with you, but my dead little heart is not.
And right now, I wonder if they'll ever agree with this... Hell, I don't even agree with this.
Maybe if you had come sooner, if you had been more persistent throughout my childhood, if you had appeared in my doorway before the age of fifteen...
I had always dreamt of becoming a boy...
Is that not normal?
I wanted to kiss pretty girls, wear baggy jeans and have short hair that I could gel and style... I didn't see a disadvantage...
I do now.
You are the disadvantage...
So *******.
A poem from Christmas Eve... Well, Christmas morning. At this point I don't even care who sees it.
Dec 2014 · 766
Only When Blue
Thomas EG Dec 2014
Blue* fades to green and then what?
Only happy when blue, only when blue.
Green hurts, stings, bruises... Empty apologies echo throughout the silence.
More red than anything now. Beads of sweat drip-drip onto the floor. Too late to quit.
Purple blacks beneath eyes... Do it despite them. Beside them. Above them. Anxious voices, when pressured, project loudly, but shake. Steady-steady beat. Must not whisper, although secrets are vital... Vile. Keep them.
Pink now. Cool down. Not too pale, please. That's too pale. TOO PALE! Breathe in, out, in, out... Praying didn't really work tonight. Alive, but unhealthy. Safe, but unwell.
Green again.
Always green, in the end. Love the colour, hate the feeling... Hate the being... Hate being human. Humanity is such a disappointment. Everybody is one, in their own eyes, at some stage in their life. On some stage in their life. Some, even, until they die... So dance-dance while it's still an option. Congratulating all around. Thanking all around. Welcoming all around. *Goodnight, and goodbye, for now.
Dying to play live again, to feel alive again...
To feel blue.
Oct 2014 · 924
Golden Boy
Thomas EG Oct 2014
You make promises after you've already planned to break them, I know, but your tongue is as sweet as God's forbidden fruit.

I love you... I love you, so why can't I have you?

You kiss me and I am yours... Until I wake up, of course. I need you in my life.

Everyone knows that you are golden, but only I know that it is simply painted on.

You are hiding the weak, rusted boy you truly are with these false shades of gold.

So get out of my dreams and get out of my life, because I do not want you... I may need you, but I do not want you.

Take your beloved *** of golden paint with you when you leave and promise me that you won't ever return.

Please don't look back at me over your shoulder... No, never look back.

I hate you... I hate you, but I do not want to upset you with my tears over your departure.

Don't look so lost, golden boy. I'm just sad that I'm losing the one thing that I genuinely need. I'll get over it.

I hate you... I hate you for being so false, yet so irresistible.

You are not a man, golden boy. You are nothing but an imposter...

So tell me why **I love you.
Oct 2014 · 433
Answers
Thomas EG Oct 2014
As her filthy eyes explore my broken body, they painfully infect my fresh wounds and scars... "What have you done to yourself?" I look down, expecting to see my body, but I can no longer see it. I can no longer see her. I fall to my knees, drowning in self-shame. I no longer pity myself - I only hate, I only hate.

"Who are you, honestly?" I can't tell if she's asking me or if I am questioning myself. I am not ashamed to admit that I don't know who I am anymore. I haven't known for a long time and I am desperate for answers...

I NEED ANSWERS.

"Tell me the truth." I would if I could, but the poisonous problem is that I am a stranger to myself. I pay close attention to what I say and what I do, all day every day, and yet I still haven't learned a single thing about myself.

"Tell me, tell me now." I can't tell you the truth if I can't even tell myself... I can not face it, not today. I am not ready, not today.

"I need answers." Is that not what I've been saying all along? Aren't you listening to me? Why aren't you listening to me?

But that's just it... No one ever listens... Not until it's too late.

"What have you done to yourself?" I look down, expecting to see my body, but I can no longer see it... I can no longer see anything. It's too late, it's too late. And do you know what? I still do not pity myself - I only hate, I only hate when it's too late...
And it's too late for me,
**today.
Oct 2014 · 1.7k
Autumn's Whispers
Thomas EG Oct 2014
As fallen leaves crackle and crunch in the gentle autumn breeze, they are unafraid to whisper their darkest secrets to the world... Do they get a response? Of course not, for people are as self-involved as they always have been.

Will anyone rise to rescue us from our own selfish minds? I think not. It takes more than just one person to stand up to the world.

If I stood, would you stand with me? Would you stay by my side in sickness and in health? A promise is all I need to rise above all else.

If you were to commit to me, autumn's whispers would be revealed as the definite loudest... If you were to commit to me, whispers would turn to voices and voices would turn to shouts... otherwise known as our opinions.

We would be free to speak our minds without fear of any judgement at hand... We would be free to say or do anything we pleased. Say the word and I'm free... Free to be yours. Free to enjoy the autumn,
and the rest of my life,
**with you.
Oct 2014 · 527
Rock Bottom
Thomas EG Oct 2014
Falling, falling, until I hit the ground. This is not new. I remember a time in which I used to let the little things go. But when you have cheeks so soft and lips so red... What do you expect me to  do? I hit the ground and I know that it is rock. Rock bottom. I consider calling out to you, but there would be no point. No one ever hears me. Or do they simply choose not to listen? Now the rock is, what, melting? I do not know, but I am drowning. Drowning my sorrows. I can not swim today. I am weak. So I ask you again... What do you expect me to do? Because, in this moment, I can not function. I can not breathe. I can not bare to be alone for any longer. I want you. I want power. I want to be able to swim right back up to the top. I want a voice that can be heard and a face that can be seen, minus the obvious, burning-red, embarrassment... As I slip away, I think of you. I think of what you might think of me. Can you hear the quiet, quiet voice? Can you see the weakness? Now I have almost disappeared completely... I wonder if anyone will notice before I am gone. **Doubtful.

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