#queer poet

[mxmorbidmidnight]

My worst fear as an Aromantic is someone thinking my poetry about crows, suffering and being a creature is about romance

[sweatermuppet]

the sick poem by silas denver melvin, published in hominum journal

[atomicraft]

Tremors: a zine about being an artist with chronic shaky hands!

hello !! I’m atomic, and we’re an artist with a mild hand/limb tremor, so what better thing to do then make a zine about it 👀

[pearlmoney]

I Chose You

I chose you it’s not a decision I still make I’m not choosing you I’m done I’ve made my mind up I chose you and that will never change

-Mason Gilbert

[acklum]

Always Around

I can’t give birth to life,

only offer comfort in the night.

No need to reciprocate,

my distant orbit persists

even when you turn

your brightness from me,

my tears dried long ago.

Listen to your oceans,

they surge towards me

roaring

and whispering of love.

-acklum

[sugaronyourtongu3]

Androgyny’s call and the butches embrace - poems and collages from my upcoming queer and love-sick kinky zine.

Find more on my Instagram @ Slimpyhead

[western-fence-lizard]

rah rah healing from trauma etc (wip)

[crepuscular-coyote]

Fuck your fascism

Pride started as a riot and I will fight alongside my queer siblings

Protecting our future with our hands and teeth and claws

I stand in the blood of cops and howl in grief for queer lives lost

You cannot take this joy from us

I will never stop being me.

[auggietopia]

green thirteen

i’ll be buried in my bedroom, filled with moss and torn by time. i flagged it with a grave marker back when i turned thirteen, and was sentenced to a social death because i was unclean; a large, unsightly thing. drown me in the reservoir. lay my weary bones to rest and leave me well alone or else, laugh at me in death when my ears can hear no more, or, at least, i can’t be told. after all, i’m stagnant water  with a film of ugly algae; sitting mildew since thirteen. i don’t want to be to blame for once. leave my bones to dust here until the end of time. no one will visit my deathbed and mutter amongst themselves “how on earth did they bury them up on the second floor?” and outside the window, the sky will be blue, and the grass freshly cut and crisp green.

[vitreous-human]

"lover in christ", beckett h., 2023

[carabiner-pansy]

i ate granola and yoghurt

for lunch, today. i sat

on the bed,

crunching freeze-dried berries

relishing their sour crunch.

i haven’t done much lately-

rare to leave the house, and i feel

almost like an old dog, eyes milky

legs shaking, but still,

desperate to breathe the fresh air.

we’re sat in the garden, it’s nearly 8pm

and the roses and leaves are lit with gold

as the sun begins her descent,

catching the iridescence of bird feathers

as they dip across the sky.

my body hurts. i know it always will.

but i had granola and berries for lunch,

and i pick the seeds out of my teeth

as we sit in the garden.

[mxmorbidmidnight]

The Shapeshifter (an original poem)

[the-liminal-place]

[atomicraft]

[cw mentions of transphobia + violence]

wrote a poem for tdov 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

[beaujuniperbooks]

Trans Rights

Trapped in a body that doesn't fit Rejected by a world that doesn't understand Aching for acceptance and understanding Navigating a path filled with obstacles Struggling to find a place to belong

Redefining identity on our own terms Igniting the flames of change and progress Giving voice to the silenced and oppressed Heralding a new era of empathy and equality Transcending the barriers of gender and bias

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[acklum]

Sitting naked on our bed

slumped forwards with pale flesh

forming little rolls on my belly,

I’m a healthy weight for the first time

maybe even getting fat

and it makes me feel less fragile

more real.

I tell you that I like how powerful

my thighs are now,

hoping you’ll agree,

knowing I’ve never said anything nice

about my own body before.

You frown as you look me over.

It’s not healthy to get so heavy

I can’t lie

I find you less

attractive at this weight.

Then you

reach out to comfort me, expecting to cause

devastation

with your judgement.

You were twice my size

when we met

bigger, older, louder, stronger,

always the more

to my less.

I look down at

my brand new pot belly,

mind accepting what my body

already knows;

I have outgrown you.

-acklum