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Who are you when the lights turn off?

When I am in the dark, I am a different man

Hardly a man at all

More like a beast

Someone who’s mind is wandering and thoughts are fleeting

No organization

No true conscience

I simply think and I am

I am a man

I am in a bed

I live in a house

On a street

In a country

But am I really there?

Because when the lights are off

I am a beast

In a place

On a large island

On a floating rock

In a galaxy that goes on forever

What is a man?

What is a house?

Those things do not mean anything to me

For I am a beast when the lights are all off.

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“If you get tired, learn to rest, not to quit.”

— Banksy

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Nobody Loves Me

Some days I think nobody loves me

I try and think of my friends, my family

But nothing seems to work out the way I thought it would

They meet new people

They all make new friends

And so do I…

But it all feels different

Like I’m playing a part

Being who people want me to be

So they’ll like me too

I crack sometimes

Let something out of the cage

I always regret it

The stares

The panic

I cover it up by saying it was all a joke

It almost never is.

The mask goes up again

And the play, after all, must go on.

All life’s a stage right?

So I’ll play my part.

And they’ll all like me

Until they do not.

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i don’t love you anymore

(TW: abuse, alcoholism, cancer)

I used to love you

I adored you

I thought you were a god

But then came the screaming

The anger

The drinks

And all I could be was empty

Nothing could fill up the hole in my heart

You screamed at me for the smallest things

I couldn’t stand being near you

I didn’t think anything could be worse

Then you holed yourself away

Never talked to our family

You became isolated

I never saw you anymore

Talking once a day turned to talking once a month

Turned to talking every few months

Turned to never seeing you.

You got cancer.

I felt horrible for it

But if you’d died

I don’t know if I would cry

You threatened everyone

Me

My siblings

My mother

You threatened to leave so many times

I told you to go

You refused.

You blamed your wife for everything

Even when she wasn’t there

You always say that you’ll get better

But we all know that isn’t true

You say you’ll quit

You never do.

So we’re stuck in a cycle

I don’t love you anymore Dad.

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Things I saw on my walk today (That I took instead of going to class)

I saw two birds, so in love

A black, shiny beetle who was hiding from predators above

A flock of hawks circling around

An old friend from my hometown

A stream of water that gently wept

Friends together working on a project

A tiny little bug, who decided we were friends

And flowers galore that all bend

To reach the sun.

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Panic sets in

I don’t know how to breathe

Nothing seems real

So I go back to sleep again

And when I wake up,

It’s a bit more real again

But I’m still suffering

Stuck between the dimensions

I try my best and calm down

But I’m still stuck.

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Some people you meet and you know for all your life

Others leave you quickly and it hurts

Some you betray, some betray you,

But most people, most people that you leave or that leave you

It's not dramatic

You don't cry tears

You simply pass each other

and watch as your friendship deteriorates

You see someone who used to be your best friend

and now they are no more than a stranger.

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My mother told me that she was grieving her daughter

That she was sad that I’d never wear a wedding dress

That I’d never give her grandchildren in the way that she wanted

That I was shedding my name

But when she told me that as a six year old

I had told her I was a boy

I had to ask myself

“Why is she grieving?”

I told her who I was years ago

I was finally breaking out of my shell

I was becoming reborn like I had so many times before

This was not new information

And I realized

It was because she never saw me as a boy

And probably won’t for a good long time

I’ve been a boy for eighteen years

Nothing has changed

Except that now I am a Man

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I try and pick up pieces of the mirror I smashed six years ago sometimes

I pick up the pieces but they cut me

When I put it back together my reflection is twisted and broken

I’m not who I was anymore

Sometimes I have to force myself back into that reflection

For work

For family

It hurts.

I don’t like it.

I don’t fit.

I’m not a little girl anymore

I never was to begin with.

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Sometimes I think I’m broken

I try my best to validate myself for who I am

Tell myself I’m not broken

Seeking sex isn’t the entire point of life

No matter what society says

Not wanting it is okay

I don’t have to push myself to do something

I don’t want to do

I wonder if the only reason I want to do it

Is because everyone tells me I need to want it

It’s what makes us human

People will leave me if I don’t

People have left me because I haven’t

I try my best

But I doubt myself

Even if I can’t even picture myself with a real person

Doing that…

It’s alright

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I’m in a half state

Feeling half alive, half dead

Nothing seems real anymore

But it’s all as real as can be

I’m trapped just beyond a dimension of reality

I’m stuck

I can’t pull myself out

I’m trying my best

But I’m still drowning

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Reality is strange to feel again

Like an old coat that doesn’t quite fit

The seams rip as you’re putting it on

And it needs a few patches

It gets caught on wood

It’s dirty in places

But it’s real

It’s what’s real

And you can’t help but an snuggle into that old coat

And hug yourself.

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I’d like to pretend that we’re still together

That you still love me

That we’re still dancing like we do in my memory

You’re holding me

That the light is still golden

That it just rained

That you told me you loved me

That we’re planning our wedding

We still volunteer like we used to do every year

I’ve met your family

And your brother is now my brother in law

That we cut your parents off

Because they were horrible to you

That you chose me over them

But you didn’t

And I still see you every now and then

And I can’t help but wonder

What would’ve happened

If things were just shifted

Slightly to the left

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I miss your touch

Your hands on my thighs

Fingers in my hair

Kisses on my neck

I miss how you made me feel beautiful

I miss your kisses down my body

I miss the way you made me feel

I miss you inside my core

Leaving me yearning for oh so much more

I miss the sight of you in the morning

I miss your laugh

I miss your smile

However

I cannot separate the fact

That I cannot untangle

Who you were to me

And who you pretended to be

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Hi! Don't have a question just wanted to let you know that I'm a young and queer poet and I find your writing very inspiring. Much love <3

Thank you! I love poetry, it’s my favorite art form! I love that you find me inspiring! It’s how I’ve dealt with everything for a long time.

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Sometimes I think of you

The way your hair curled

The way that the freckles were all over your back

The first time we kissed in the rain

When we said I love you for the first time

I want to thank you sometimes

For how you made me feel

For how much I discovered myself

But after all, it’s been a year

And sometimes I miss you

But most times, I am glad we ended

We weren’t good for one another

One too kind

One too brash

We were always going to clash

But I miss the way you kissed me

The way that you made me feel loved

How much you desired me

And how open we were