#shitty poem

[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

[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.

[strictlymyaesthetic]

[touch-starved-poetry]

Hunger

My skin itches

It longs for touch

The gentleness of another

It craves so much

I make up for it with showers

That turn my skin red

And blankets too heavy

For anywhere but bed

Alas it is summer

And the blankets too hot

And the water heater broken

So any shower is shot

At present I lay

I am silent, alone

In my quiet room

In my silent home

Is it too much to ask

To have someone here

To hold someone close

To keep someone near

My skin craves contact

The innocent kind

Pressed together

Unmoving, intertwined

Yet it remains starved,

My shower still cold

Longing from my bed

For someone to hold

[dollhouse-of-decay]

Waste of time (poem?)

Ill drive myself mad and Ill put a toaster in my bubble bath

I think to much

I don't talk enough

I'm not enough for this disaster of a world

I'd rather live on Mars, or saturn, or maybe neptune

There's no humans in space

I might go there soon

I can't write poetry

I keep changing the subject

Everything I write I reject, reject

The words don't flow right

They come out in ugly little clusters of non existent potential

I wish I could write

A poem, a story, a song?

I have nothing

Nothing at all

I have so many thoughts that not one of them is coherent enough to write down

None of my ideas turn into anything

I don't know how to end this

I should have stopped at the beginning

By B.M (dollhouse-of-decay)

[jellysshitpoems]

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

[words-never-spoken]

there are five things i love in this world

and you are four

how the stars flicker across the sky and form tiny whispers of constellations

your eyes when they crinkle as you smile

your wide smile, the genuine one, especially if it’s at me

the way you laugh, bright and cheerful but deep too

the way your arms feel wrapped around me, like home

i love you, is what i mean to say

-k.c.

[l1ttlef0x]

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

[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

[velvetporcelain]

hello beautiful,

please reach your hand into the big black whole of nothingness in the center of my chest.

afraid?

maybe.

me? no. lift up your shirt and let me see yours.

oh, you don’t have one? — yes, you do but you won’t see me begging to differ, you have to believe me when i tell you, it’s true.

so reach inside.

see what you find. like what you touch.

it feels like cold air and free flowing particles of lust.

yes, lust.

does my writing change the image you have of me at any given moment, or just while you are reading?

Oh, you say it’s warm and liquid like feeling? — soft, pink, muscular, pumping, bleeding. —

snap out of it, it’s all a lie,

i mean it——

my thoughts are mine, only for you to experience, enjoy, touch and let go.

but if you kept what you wanted then i wouldn’t even know.

-x