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[jellysshitpoems]

No title - Poem by me (jellysshitpoems)

[words-never-spoken]

i don't believe anyone knows who i am

i've been hiding for so long

i've done it since i was a kid

push certain parts of me forward

when with different people

try to alter my persona

repeatedly, different for everyone

try to make people like me

it never did work

but now i'm left with the aftermath

i stopped doing it as much

i'm not the me that people remember

-k.c.

[inkbloodpages]

Mother tells me I’m a woman, but she raised me like a man.

I’m my father’s oldest son, and his only daughter.

I’m my sister’s older brother, and my brother's older sister.

I wish I could tell you that I know who I am.

All I know is I’m not a woman or a man, but a secret third thing.

A people pleaser.

[bunniesandsilk]

shitty poetry dump 🫶

i want to be loved.

held, my hair played with, longing for the touch of another.

to be somebody's muse

yet as much as i crave this

i have nothing to give back.

but i still crave this

is that selfish?

to long for the touch of another? knowing i cant return that love

but i wish i could

i wish i could adore the ground you walk on

----

words spill from your lips

sticking to me like honey youll never truely scrub off

but i can live with that.

being an amalgamation of things thrown at me,

a collage of experiences.

an empty canvas filling up as i allow time to pass through me.

letting it leave its marks.

[shittyartestries]

i talk to you in my head all the time

i still see you in everything

[cozygoblin]

Summer sunshine out

And inside

My heart is singing along

Just floating in the waves

While waiting and tasting those sweet feelings

Never enough of it

But hoping to share them

With you

[minimallycreative]

reading old shitty poetry from middle school is so funny because half of them are about "i don't know who i am" and "i am not a person" and shit like that.

the audacity that i had to be surprised to discover the system.

[chubsbuns]

How Much More

- CM 2024

I wrote a shitty poem about the shitty state the UK is in

(Sorry about my weird handwriting and poor spacing)

[bookmothic-dyke]

I don’t hate being trans,

I work hard not to.

I work to.

To find the beauty in the body horror, of my flesh, and of my changes.

Below the skin, a truth rearranges.

To find the melody in the madness, of reknitting my form, in my own image.

I find who is me, a chittering wild visage.

To weave the tethers, a web of knowing, leaving none of our own.

Becoming more, than we were.

I work hard not to,

hate being trans.

So instead,

I love,

Me.

[l1ttlef0x]

I hear her voice, and it's like I'm 13 again. Begging for love.

[jellysshitpoems]

Lover, my Love. - Poem by me (jellysshitpoems)

[words-never-spoken]

the crimson falls from my skin

it leaks and spills across

i see it cover the love i've written out

stain the pages and the words

you'd prefer it to a kiss

wouldn't you?

-k.c.

[an-atlas-or-other]

Physical therapy we couldn’t afford,

new seats in the car and

a lost again war

This body is trying to destroy its own world

Soon comes the last step I take out of my door

‘Nothing to fear,’

but I’m fucking afraid

Abandonment debts to be paid

I can’t live on my own, not with the way I was made

I wasn’t put here, I hope, just so I could complain

I’m withering away and I

won’t get much farther

They said I wouldn’t pay for

the sins of my father

A walker, a wheelchair, a future in my name

I should be grateful it’s only a cane

It’s terminal and I won’t be catching the next plane

I love my family but they’re all in a different place

It’s painful in body, in mind and in soul

Not even God will throw me a bone

You think it’s a necessity but I don’t need to be avenged

I’m just waiting for this all to end

My twentieth is wishful thinking when everything’s against

the very idea of my surviving until then

A relapse, my synapses

wither away in my head

Oh god, I’m better off dead

[strictlymyaesthetic]

[doriandistortion]

It’s cold out. The air's all crisp, biting, like those thoughts that don't at all fit together but insist on crashing the same party.

Reality is a carnival mirror, and this creaking boat, a carousel spinning sideways. I hear the laughter of Neptune, the coughs of distant galaxies.

- Dorian 11/27/23 10:13pm

[honeylights]

I know I'm not wanted, but god do I love pretending I am