You have nice breasts, just from working out.
I know
Hes complimenting me
Flirting
As I wiggle into the dress.
I flirt back
Whats the harm
As I ponder
Does he think I want bigger breasts?
Do i?
I try to explain the difference between what I am doing and drag.
He doesn’t hear
He doesn’t care
Skin and pretty flesh
Read the same when you don't
Really look
These things
That matter so much inside me
That cause me to vibrate and cry and shake
They don't exist to him.
I am so new to this
And already tired.
Im at my favorite cafe
And a woman comes up
And tells me she loves my style
That I look comfortable and elegant
And she loves the way my necklace goes with my shawl.
Is she flirting?
Trying to make me feel safe?
Did I come here for that?
I spent my first summer in Portland
Finding my look
Im still hoping
To be found.
Floating between states
Looking for myself in the words
Of others.
he was trans;
his parents kicked him out
stopped loving him
empathetic strangers took him in
she was ostracized,
bullied by classmates and her family
because she was gay
someone who believes in diversity gave her a home
they were beaten almost to death
people debated whether it was a hate crime or not
they were hospitalized for three weeks each
outlaws ourselves, we included them in our community
Empathy is not only for friends
We are all diverse; it is the way of the world
Inclusion is the tough one
Please open your heart and include everyone
Love is the reason we are here
Trans Teen Girl, walking through the snow.
Running my hands through my hair, unsatisfied with how it doesn't grow.
And I close my eyes, Trying to wait for a surprise, Though
Nobody understands, I can't be free. Strangers ruin my existence with glee.
Sands of time rubbing raw across my neck, My corpse lie in the garden for nobody wants to check.
Trans Teen Girl, lost and alone,
Even if she can't see it, nobody wants to give her a home.
Ever so naive, The Trans Teen Girl keeps looking and praying for a place to call home.
Nevertheless, she can't see it. She has nobody to claim for her own.
Grains of sand running across her fragile neck,
Individuality causes young women to metaphorically wreck.
Ruining my life by coming out of my shell, Christian priests condemn me to hell.
Laying on the cold white snow, This Trans Teen Girl will never know
Happiness.
He once was a she,
Playing with his dolls,
He always felt wrong,
He felt like his body was not his own,
The boy felt alone,
He knew his parents would never believe him,
That their beloved daughter,
Was actually a son,
That the meat on his chest,
Was not meant to be,
Not allowed to have more masculine hair,
Or a binder to flatten his chest,
But he didn't let them smother him,
And instead he broke free,
Becoming who he wanted to be.
Is the tangerine tranquility
of divine signature—
a chlorophyll sanctum
for kindled minds,
where identity softens
into its sovereign form.
Uniqueness glistens
like diamonds in agate woods,
flowing like a brook
through silenced seastorms,
casting resilient ripples
of peace in chaos.
Kaleidoscopic hues
lather liberation
in lilac breath,
woven through rose-glazed silk,
layering thy self
beyond binary divides.
Weaving a raspberry mirage,
condensing orbits once defined,
gravity kneels to lucid silhouettes —
where polarization, veiled in vines,
drifts through phantoms of shadowed memes,
labeling itself among quiet captives.
Appearance deceives—
a haunted massacre,
gnawing at edges
of borrowed illusions,
trapped in the coffin
of jinxed confessions.
Still, I yearn for that foetal light—
a harlequin armour
on mannequin soul,
held by the thinnest threads
of clairvoyant defiance,
tethered to becoming.
Dusk drapes the horizon
in crimson hush,
penning butter-paper dreams
into the murmuring breeze,
where buried silence exhales
fractured fragments of valour.
(“Creation Myth Merit Badge”, 2016, original oil)
Death Cult In Our Midst
There is a death cult in our midst
Some you can tell, many you can’t
Until they open their mouths
And out comes the hate for Life
And cheering on of Death.
Everywhere you look you can see the cult
Online, on TV, in movies and games
Where death and destruction
Is glorified and normalized
And you score points and win
When you kill.
The line between fantasy and reality
Thus blurred and/or erased
Leaves US where we are today
Broken and divided
Fearful and emboldened.
What does tomorrow bring?
More death
The cult dreams, whispers, chants and sings.
More death
Until only the pure remain.
(9/15/25)
Trans boy wants you to know that Im a safe place,
Trans boy wants you to know that I went through female puberty and that I get it,
Trans boy wants you to know that Im just like other boys, I just have a female body,
Trans boy want you to know that I go by He/Him, not They/Them or She/Her,
Trans boy want you to know that Im a regular person,
Trans boy wants you to know that I dont HAVE to like every masculine thing there is,
Trans Boy wants you to know, Im NOT a dangerous person, Im a 13 year old who wants to be seen as a boy, not a girl,
Trans boy wants you to know, that in NOT a lesbian either, Im a boy,
Trans boy wants you to know that I KNOW its a sin, but EVERYBODY sins, whats the difference? Im not sure,
Trans boy wants you to know that I dont feel comfritable in my body, and you dont have the right to take away my rights to change that,
Trans boy wants you to know that in not an attention seeker, That I was born this way,
Trans boy wants you to know im not depressed, and I dont want to isolate myself from my family,
Trans boy wants you to know that I just whant to be seen as me,
Trans boy wants you to know that I dont want to be "Trans Boy", I want to be Boy.
A single thread, frayed by the wind,
Woven from sorrow, soaked in rain,
Trauma, a shadow that won’t rescind,
A silent ache, a voiceless pain.
In fractured glass, I see the sky,
Its jagged edge cuts through my eyes,
And though I reach, though I may try,
The light I feel slips far away.
Madness sings in cryptic tone,
A hymn of loss, a cry of dust,
It pulls me close, I’m not alone—
But even in this, I cannot trust.
For who am I beneath the weight
Of labels, wounds, the mind’s despair?
A body rocked, an altered state,
A voice that trembles I am here.
Yet still I search, though I am torn—
For truth in chaos, to be reborn.
Are u hu-man? Or?
P C imam bot legese?
Woe-ad priest Par'i?
Seine fish (aroma)
2000 years, new bottles old whine!
Crawling's not flying!!
some days,
i wish i liked my reflection.
i wish that i didn't hesitate when saying my name,
afraid of that a look will make me take it back.
i wish i my name didn't feel like an alias,
that i didn't feel like a alien.
i wish i didn't choose their convenience
over my identity,
my truth,
me.
because now,
i look in the mirror and see
a stranger,
a mutation of mistakes.
in my mind
i am him,
but my eyes see a girl,
i see a woman lost
in too many addictions,
doomed to perish
in her own actions,
because she could never see
who she could be,
them,
him,
her.
she didn't have to be her.
she could change,
but life could only offer
a cage around her heart,
and tape around her chest.
her.
I don't want
to
be
her
anymore.
i want more than this.
it's hard to know
that who you are is of
no importance,
not even to those you love.
some days,
i wish i liked my reflection,
but i fear i would rather die
than love myself.
at night, when the blue moon calls out to all wild things,
its azure a calming wave in the bottomless screaming night
I walk in time and with each furthering step,
sweeping strides
which pay more mind to any journey than its subsequent destination,
I wonder what translucent fish hook has ensnared me, finding myself dragged from bed each evening,
restless body and brain,
suffering from some kind of phantom pain
which wines and aches
each second i stay in one place
so I swim through these dull grey streets
crossing sides when i see
something move in my periphery
avoiding eyes because to me they bleed
through my thin skin and creep
on the contents of my lungs
filled to the brim with this past
i continuously try to Ash
for the last time
Never so scared
Chains on my chest
Can't hear me
Help
Help
I am exposed
I will be hurt
So obvious
So vulnerable
Panicking
Shutting down
Can't shut down
Have to go onstage
Can't go onstage
Shutting down
Can't shut down
Have to go onstage
Can't go onstage
Shutting down
One hour twenty minutes left
Please help
Please help
I'm stuck
I need my binder
I left it at home
You told me a lie
You said that you were gay
Found out you were lying
Now I’m feeling betrayed
Said you were a fem
And that you loved only women
Now you want to explore
That haughty trans woman
I’m hurting inside
Cause I loved the woman in you
Now you say it doesn’t matter
Cause it’s what they told you to do
Said you were fem
You felt it inside
Now a man in a dress
Has taken your pride
I’m hurting
Yes I’m hurting
I’m hurting inside
Cause I luv the woman in you
Your identity
Never meant much to me
It’s the character I loved
Your personality
It was the values that you held
The truths you held dear
You cared for humanity
You fought for the truth
It’s lies you forswear
That drew me, drew me closer to you
Said you were a fem
And that you loved only women
Now you want to explore
That haughty trans woman
He will always be a man
Whatever drugs he takes
His attempt to fool himself
Until he awakes
You told me a lie
You said that you were gay
Found out you were lying
Now I’m feeling betrayed
Feeling outnumbered
So I’ll be on my way
I hate being trans.
I hate repeating my name
i hate cutting my hair
I hate it when people tell me "they wish they had my chest"
and i hate it when people say to "look my best"
but my best isnt a suit and tie
my best is a dress.
i hate looking at people and thinking "i wonder if theyd be into guys"
i hate looking at boys and thinking "I wish i was him sometimes"
I hate feeling unsafe in my body
like watching a scary movie and wanting to turn away
wanting to turn it off
but you can't.
the tears i cried when i realized id never be the same
because im not a girl.
no, not with this name.
I hate living in fear of being shot when i go outside
i hate the world i live in
and i hate myself.
and i hate being trans.
I am transgender, a soul untamed,
Seeking solace, my true self proclaimed.
In this journey, I've found my role,
Here's what I need to be made whole.
Acceptance, a beacon to light my way,
Embracing love, where judgment won't sway.
A mirror that reflects my inner grace,
To see myself, unburdened by the chase.
Understanding hearts, compassionate and kind,
A refuge where I can peace of mind find.
Words of affirmation, whispered in the air,
Affirming my existence, showing they care.
A world that dismantles oppressive walls,
Where equality reigns and prejudice falls.
Opportunities to thrive, without constraint,
For my dreams and talents, a fair playing paint.
Connection to a community, strong and tight,
Where unity blossoms, like stars in the night.
Courage to be vulnerable, without fear,
Knowing my truth is valued and held dear.
I am transgender, bold and unafraid,
Demanding respect, in every accolade.
With these elements, a tapestry untold,
I'll embrace my journey, and forever unfold.
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