I don't consider myself to be a poet by any means but I am a literature inclined gay with lots of feelings I repress
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My hands are coated in blood
And in sweet mockery of the lamb
It is my own
Because I refuse to give it up
I was told to give all my sins to christ
But without my mistakes who am I
If I gave it all away
My flesh and blood no longer my own
But rather something for others to feast upon
If I live my whole life in shame
For not being capable of constantly obeying
What will my reward be
A body more foreign than the one I gave away
They said he would make me whole
Something perfect
Something new
But I fear, that there will be nothing left
If all that is broken is replaced
Then what is left of me
I let myself grow like a dandelion through concrete
And if the cracks are smoothed away
What happens to the life
that clawed its way through them
I have never been like a forget me not
I am more stubborn than beautiful
And I don't belong in anybody's yard
So when it comes time to weed the garden
If I followed every step the best I could
Walked every treacherous turn of the straight and narrow
Would I recognize my form
Life has left me bruised and bloodied
But it has left me as me
I cannot say the same for the outstretched hand
Waiting to wipe my blood
And soul
Away
#idk shitty poetry i guess#exmo#tw blood mention#something something gain a community and lose your identity
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It waded through the leaves
Swimming in a lake
Of death
Never put to rest
Frozen, Stuck in a crude imitation
Of life
The ones who refilled the feed
Have gone away
Places once forbidden
Lay open
With none left to give them sanctity
No one left to care
For everything left behind
That survived
It follows it's mother
Each step as new as the last
The world outside of the garden
Is less foreign
Than what they left behind
The world full of danger
It will never realize
So it is sleeping with its mother
On a bed of leaves
Everywhere in the forest
A bed of leaves
Sleeping under the stars
No barn roof
to protect from any rain or storm
Tomorrow
When it wakes
It will try again
With no experience
To guide it
On how to live
Live
In the midst of the now silent forest
No birds will sing
With the sun
To wake the sleeping calf
As it lays beneath
A petrified apple tree
#idk shitty poetry i guess#exmo#did i end up using a cow left in an irradiated no mans land as a metaphor for my feelings towards god#perhaps#idk i never said i was good at this but i enjoyed doing it so thats what matters
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every time I think about my gender I get confused so I simply stopped thinking about it. it is not my problem
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When you know me, know me gently darling
Because I am scared to know myself
When you hold me, hold me gently darling
Because I am ripping at the seams
And when you know me
When I have no secrets left to give you
No chips left on the table
No tricks left up my sleeve
When you have seen every ugly thing I close my eyes to when I look in the mirror
I beg of you darling
Build yourself a sanctuary
I will leave no bridge left unburnt
No dagger left unthrown
No heart left unbroken
If you love me darling, keep your distance
I am not easy to hold
Not easy to know
Not easy to love
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While I was a Mormon, nice had a very different definition to me. It was the same form of nice that some managers expect from customer service workers, the idea that it was the higher road to not only accept being beaten and betrayed, but to be happy about it. To take it with a smile and ask if there is anything more that I could do for them.
And I became convinced that it was an act of dignity, of love, to grovel. That it was expected in my every interaction, even when it was people who wanted to be my equal.
I'm being nice I destroyed my trust in people I should have trusted. Because I was never allowed to fully speak my mind, and so I didn't believe that other people were saying fully what they wanted, because I never was. I played so many tricks on myself and I was always the fool falling for them.
I made my mother cry when I tried to tell her this. I didn't know the words to say. I just told her I was tired of being nice. She said she thought she had raised me better. And that she hoped I would change my mind. I didn't have the words to say that I was so burnt out from treating every social interaction like a test I was failing. The only word I knew for what I did was, being nice.
I wish I could claim that it was something I stopped when I wanted to
I wish I could claim that it wasn't an addiction
That I didn't crave the illusion that it brought with it, that if I made people I loved feel important enough that they would protect me from things I feared I couldn't't save myself from
The lie of control that it brought
That if I showed devotion in every possible way that I would get love and safety in return
Everyone became my god
And my purpose was to serve
Because our relationship with God was loving and perfect was it not?
And so I should show similar love to everyone in my life
I never really knew what love was, while it was spoon fed to me that love was unquestioning, unwavering, needing nothing in return, servitude
Complete and utter devotion, to the point of allowing it to engulf me
But I didn't need to have a whole and distinct self
I just prayed that it would come to me, that doing what I knew, the groveling, the smiling, the lying, would be enough of a self that I would be happy
Because anything otherwise meant I would have to accept that I couldn't control the way people cared for me by trying to be everything they wanted, by fulfilling their every want so they could fulfill my need
Love was a bargain, I put in my identity, my sense of self, my integrity, my dignity, everything I could
And in return I felt like I could be cared for, that I could be loved, that I was worthy of being cared for and loved
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I will love you the same way a planet, or a man, is drawn in too close to the sun
The same way a moth longs for the warm light of a porch lamp
I am a fragile thing compared to your fiery splendor
I will melt in your arms the same way that wax melts in the inescapable heat
And my heart will burn the same as when the wax blisters and burns the skin that it touches when it melts
And I will ignore all of the warnings
Drawn in to an unavoidable end
But for a beautiful minute, before the flames claim their prize and gravity takes me into her firm grasp, I am one with you
And then the moment ends and I can see no more, your beautiful light blinding my vision
And I cry, not in grief, but in joy
The flesh a small price to pay for a moment where there is no separation between you and me
And though I will never taste eternity, the forbidden fruit is always my choice between the two
Because in my mind, it tastes like you
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Just another hit, you know I can't resist
I'm hooked on your affection love,
Causing new cravings to exist
That I cannot rise above
The slippery slope I've gone and rode,
Exhilarated by the ride
Upon my heart you have a hold,
Moving me like the moon does the tide
You have turned me to an addict
And I can feel no remorse
Of everything you accuse me I'm a convict
I've no pride left, no other course
I cannot deny you, defy you, if I could only hold you,
It would be reason enough,
You have me captive, called out my bluff
Because I couldn't keep up the act, you saw right through
I've become enraptured
Captured
And I have handed you the key
Because no matter how the dice are cast, you will always have a part of me
#idk shitty poetry i guess#lesbian yearnings#gay yearnings#the best time to be overcome with somewhat self destructive romantic urges is when i should be asleep
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Okay so if baptism is a contract like Mormons say it is then that means that
Not only is God making an eternally binding contract with beings vastly unable to understand the consequences on the scale of eternity
But also!
God is fucking making contracts with eternally binding contracts with 8 yr olds
Why did it take me so fucking long to realize that is fucked up
(I know why it is cause it was told to me as something not to question but I digress)
It's one of those things that was taught as a core belief to never question but looking back at it it makes no fucking sense
Because if God was really there as was a benevolent and divine being who needed terms laid out in a contract in order to be able to help people, why in the world would the age of 8 be chosen as old enough to comprehend the life long commitment that they are agreeing to
8 isn't the age of compression and intelligence to make decisions for their future, 8 is just an age where children are easy to manipulate into being more tightly pressed into the Mormon church, because if they are just baptized as babies the church can't say that they 'chose' to do it, as if an 8 year old living with their parents who has no independence could choose to say no
If the Mormon god really is up there then they are not benevolent, because making a binding contract pretending to be equals with a child, as a divine being is inherently abusive given the extreme power difference
#exmo#it is both freeing and slightly alarming to look back on something i was told to hold as a unquestionable fact#and then realize it makes no sense
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Yet another comic about leaving the Mormon church that can be applied to a variety of things.
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I can't be what you need
Use every last drop of me but it's not enough
Let me fill your cup
But darling we are insatiable
I can see the hunger in your eyes
Go ahead and take a bite
Tear into my heart still beating
But it is never enough
You carve in like an animal
Your hunger overwhelming your humanity
What use have we for forks and knives when your teeth rend me just fine
Let your words be barbs let your teeth be sharp don't hold yourself back in any regard
I'm much too fragile for you, but I don't mind
Nothing lasts forever darling, don't try to save me
Gorge yourself till there is nothing left behind
And for a moment I'll be one with you, our spirits entertwined
And then it fades, my bones decay, leaving just enough behind to be a shire to our passion, your delight, and my undoing
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What about the children
What about the children, what will they think of when they see how vulgar you are
What about the children, we need to be able to explain to them first, it's a difficult topic and parents should be in control of how and when their kids learn about you
What about the children, we don't want to expose their innocent minds to something as vile as you
What about the children, what about the children, what about the children
What about the children who never got to be children
The children who had to learn to grow up fast because nobody would protect them so they must protect themselves
What about the children who never got to be adults
The children who got bloodied and bruised
The children who couldn't take it anymore
What about the children who are terrified of the people who should be protecting them
What about the children who know they are different but can't figure out what is wrong with them
The children who tried every day to pray it away but could never fix themselves
I was a child once, but I was never allowed to be the same child as everyone else
What about the children who could never be themselves
What about the children who sat by themselves because they are scared of what their peers will do to them
What about the children
When did they stop being children
Were they ever children to you, or just a casualty to your fear
What about the children
Am I really the worst thing they will see
The world seems to be falling apart, but I am holding someone's hand
What about the children
The hearts on my shirt are vulgar, the colors disgusting, my makeup scaring to their young eyes
What about the children
I put my arm over someone's shoulder and they will never be the same
What about the children
Because I am now the monster that will keep them up at night, unless I try to mask and blend in
And even then
What about the children
Even then, I cannot hide
What about the children
I will always be too vile for their eyes
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This is one of those times where I wasn't trying to go for well drawn, just more of getting my feelings on paper (in a manner of speaking). Might do a well drawn version later on, might not. We shall see.
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If someone is putting oil on me and touching me to make me feel better, it's going to be in a VERY different context. But in all seriousness, blessings do nothing. Go to a doctor or therapist or an otherwise qualified professional
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I didn't know loneliness before I knew you
I knew what it was like to be alone, and I knew what it was like to want for others company
But I didn't know loneliness the way I know it now
I didn't know what it meant to be addicted to a person's presence and go through the withdrawals of their absence, I didn't know what it meant to feel encompassed and consumed, I didn't know what it meant to be devoted body and soul till you taught me
I was always wet clay, easily shaped, but you were the one who sat down at the wheel and molded me into your desires
You created what you wanted from the devotion I gave you, and what you wanted most was mirror you could look into and see yourself
I never knew what it meant to be empty before you
I didn't know what it meant to crave before I met you
I was never enough after I met you
And in the time that has passed I suspect you have forgotten me, and in all the time that will pass I suspect I will never forget you
You are the closest thing I ever had to a god, a being whose will I would enact whatever the cost, desperate for your approval, baptized in your desires
And in all the time that has passed I've made loneliness my lover, known it in every form it takes
Running from one fix to the next trying to ignore the hole you carved in me to sample my heart and see if it was to your liking
And now I wait on my knees for some new deity who desires devotion and I perform all the tricks I've been taught, a show dog looking to impress
You taught me many lessons I will never forget
And so I keep my shape, molded the same way I was so many years ago
And I hope that if I follow the rules just right
I will be good enough that I am granted a place by my deities side
And forget what the loneliness feels like
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Adding a cut to this one because even though I have a tendency to ramble this one does get long and I knew that before I started making this post, hence the cut
Tw this is a stream of consciousness poem?? Of sorts dealing with how I have been raised to view my body and my journey with it, it deals with dysphoria and sextualizing and deals with the idea of my body being something to be bought and sold mostly in the context of sex work
If any of that is not something you want to read I don't blame you, it definitely could use some more editing but whatever I'm not putting it in a museum or anything I am putting it on my Tumblr blog
This contains three diffrent branches of thinking
How I was raised to think
How the person I have become thinks
And intrusive feelings
I used to have them color coded but Tumblr hates me so alas you get no color coding
Cross your legs at the ankles not at the knees, it is your job to make sure people aren't looking up your skirt
Shorts longer than your fingertips you wouldn't want to distract the boys around you
Look professional, cover everything above your knees
Cover your entire shoulders, don't let anyone see your bra strap when it slides down
Keep yourself in line, you don't know who is looking
If what you are wearing is too tight you are trying to make people lust after you
If you wear something too loose you aren't trying to look good at all
You are supposed to be appealing but tastfully
Let everyone stare but don't make them feel bad about it later by letting them see too much
If you don't keep your up values you become pornography
Keep the men around you in check by not giving them lustful thoughts about you
They just can't help it if you are showing that much skin
Your body is unprofessional
Your body is a distraction
Your body is a temptation
Your body is your responsibility, and so is the way people perceive it
Your body is a gift from God
Your body is a temple
Your body is a sign of devotion
Your body is not yours
Your body never belongs to you
Your body never has been yours
Your body is more valuable than your mind, than your voice
Your body is more valuable than what you think,
Than your heart
Your body would be so much more appealing if it didn't come with all of the gross uncomfortable things that make you human
Your body is an offering for anyone who wants to take it
Your body is a bribe
Your body is a commodity
Your body is a snare to bring people in and a treat to keep them coming back
Your body is sinful
Your body is wrong
Your body isn't yours Your body isn't yours Your body isn't yours Your body isn't yours
Your body doesn't feel right
Your body isn't right
Why is it not right
Your body isn't right
What do I do
Your body isn't right
Please what am I doing wrong
Your body has never been yours
Change it change it change it change it change it change it change it change it
You want your body to be yours
Change it
You aren't changing it right
Change it
It just makes it worse
Change it
You are just choosing a new buyer
Change it
It's never been yours
Change it
Your body is wrong
Just accept it
Your body is a commodity
Your body is a weapon
Your body is worth more than the you inside it
Accept it
Use your body
Choose who to sell it to
Accept it
Your body
Is wrong
Your body will never be yours
Change it
How
How
How
Your body isn't yours
Your body isn't right
Change
Change what
Change what
Change what
Change what Change what Change what Change what Change what Change what
Please tell me
Please
Your body is wrong
#idk shitty poetry i guess#exmo#long post#gender dysphoria#gender yearing#in the sense that i wish i knew how to gender
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Welcome to my blog I’m filled with sadness and I yearn to be kissed on the neck
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On the one hand, depression and trauma and other such things that come with memory loss and suppression are bad
On the other hand tho, I am doing breath of the wild esc cut scenes where I show up in a certain place and I get lore, but it's about myself
Which is much cooler in theory because on practice it is me going about my day and then all of a sudden I go hey what the fuck oh yeah that did happen didn't it
Jump scared by my brain
But ya know it is on brand of 'never let them know your next move' because I am also unaware of what my next move was
#posting this on side cause more trauma related than i put on main#tw memory loss#it would be sick if i got music that came with my cut scenes and flash backs as well#and a glowing circle on the floor would also be peak#ah well I guess i will settle for just getting jump scared randomly
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