#poetry maybe

[bismutharts]

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a mini zine about perfectionism

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#art #zine #mini zine #my zine #my zines #8 page zine #perfectionism #traditional art #coloured pencil #bis speaks #my art #artists on tumblr #words #poetry maybe #id in alt text

[poetrybynoone]

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[echoequinox]

I hope one day I can atrophy completely. I hope one day I can do it all the way. My mother always said "if you do a job half assed, it's like you didn't do it at all". I wish my body would finish the job.

Aching knees and ankles screaming in pain. A fogginess that never really leaves. A body that betrays me over and over and over and over. A mind that is so abhorrent to others that they try to forget I exist.

"Maybe it's the hormones", some will say. The weight of a stolen womanhood bearing down on my body so heavily that it crushes my joints to dust. "Maybe it's the antidepressants", cry others. Putting on pounds, teenage metabolism lost in a storm of my brain screaming half broken promises at itself about how life truly is worth living if we just keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going.

"Maybe you should've never been born", I tell myself. Imagining the half assed job I did years ago, holding those pills in the bathroom, ears ringing so loudly I can barely think. Sometimes I think that everyone has their own problems, and it makes them too busy to understand mine. Sometimes they're happy and don't want to hear about the sad things. I'm beginning to think they just don't care.

I think if I'd finished the job instead of bailing halfway through, I would be grateful to get my real name on my headstone. Maybe I'd even be buried in a dress. That's more than most trans people get, isn't it? Shouldn't I be grateful for that? For the roof and food, for the constant bare minimum while I wither away in my luxurious cell, desperately clinging to the voices of miles away loved ones to pretend I don't exist? Aren't I lucky?

I think if my body could ever do something right, could ever finish a job and finally make my mother proud, it would atrophy and wither and turn me into dust with how much the pain has become, finally free, particulates in the wind, blowing out the open window. Maybe I'd make it as far as the ones I love, Illinois and California and beyond.

I think in her eulogy of me, she'd complain about how I didn't get the dustpan afterward.

#poetry maybe #vent post definitely #personal

[dreamy-mess]

Long distance love is so frustrating most of the times cause you can't just come over to each other to give them a hug and some kisses if they're not feeling good. And you can't receive them either. So you can only rely on texts and calls. And the feeling of desperately needing a hug from the person you love the most will just break your heart in bits and pieces. And you never realised before how badly you can physically miss a person. And yes you will get stronger through it... But there are times where you don't feel certain of this at all and where it's such a battle to get through this until you see each other again.

#poetry maybe #lgbtq+ #long distance #long distance love #depression. #depressed. #anxietyattack #anxietyproblem #bpd #quiet borderline

[oliverite]

Hey guys I’m doing really ok rn

#music #pjo tv show #pjo series #the lightning thief #poetry maybe #bad poetry #actually autistic #meltdowns #chronic fatigue #chronic pain

[ahi-django]

"Tired"

Tired. So tired.

I need rest. I know I do. And yet, I sit here, trying to participate. I can't concentrate. I can't talk. Everything feels so loud. It's hot. So hot.

I just want to lay down. Sleep. Sleep sounds good. Just for a little while. Until I feel better again.

#poetry maybe #creative writing #i'm fine i promise #wannabe writer #letting out steam

[bl00dylavender]

sometimes.

most of the time i’m okay when i’m around you. most of the time i’m me and i’m myself. most of the time we are just two friends laughing together. but there are sometimes. sometimes my dysphoria takes over. and i become a different person. and it makes me hate you. it makes me hate your voice and your muscles and your jokes and your laugh and everything else in between. it makes me angry. it makes me feel robbed. because that should be me. that should be me. i should have the flat chest and the deep voice and the boyish charm and the strong muscles. i should be roughhousing with our other roommates. i should be making sex jokes at you all too. but instead it isn’t. and instead i’m me. sometimes i get enraged. and i want to scream and cry. i want to throw myself at the cold hard ground until i look bloodied and beat up and you can’t tell if it’s a boy or a girl you’re looking at. i want to rip the guitar out of your hands and smash it over your head. i want to punch you and scream and yell because you have everything i want. and it isn’t fair. and when these sometimes happen, i feel so guilty afterwards that i can barely look you in the eye. it isn’t your fault. it’s not your fault i was born wrong. but during these sometimes it sure does feel like it.

#trans vent #tw vent #this one is specifically about my one cisman roommate #he brought back his guitar after his trip home and he’s been playing it and it makes me so sad and so mad #because i used to play guitar and i feel like a failure and my dysphoria makes it 100 times worse #is this poetry? #poetry maybe #trans poem #tw dysphoria #dysphoria vent #dysphoria poem #sighhhhh #dysphoria makes me feel silly #i hate being like this #trans #trans ftm #trans ftm vent

[horse-in-disguise]

The person with blue eyes will ways know something you don't.

The one with brown eyes will always feel somthing different to you.

Those with green eyes will hold a different perspective from yours.

And the eye that hold the sun will undoubtedly fear somthing you've never once considered.

#goose gossip #timus talks #advice hotline #available 24/7 #bastardcore #advice #poetry maybe #if you squint

[kissesforthee]

What were her dreams?

Sometimes I think about the little girl my mother was.

What did she dream for her future?

What did she want to accomplish in life?

If I was in a room with her younger self, I think I'd break into a million pieces.

Knowing her fate, I'd cover my ears. Drown her words out, scream at the walls to block it out.

I can't help but think that if I never existed, she might've reached one of her dreams.

She had me at 18. She never got to spread her wings outside of the cage that was me.

#vent #poetry maybe

[anotherobsessedfangirl]

Lasst uns doch einfach die Trümmer unser selbst auf einen Haufen werfen und was neue daraus bauen…

#random thoughts #poetry maybe #my post

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

as suggested by

 1) we get to that inna minnut , Ealing down by the muffle...

2) part of an actual text - today even 

3) so a free line and i will digress back to the title referring to a not prompt by @cruxymox 

4) knock knock - who dat ? a joke not a riddle  -for a clue electrical 

5) ( ur right i may never be - deleted  -)  at least imma free or duz i mean at last - do lines escape from cages 

6) there r 2 correct answers 

7) and now it gets difficult  like hard or duz i mean ez like chivalry ( u dont still use that do u ) 

8) will myriad do 

9) on the other one hand zen empty set game match 

10) you so fukken special  imma 

11) a continuation in case we forgot the alliteration or - the answer is banana the 1st time but after numerous multitudes even it changes to orange  only a poem without any feelings - no i dont think so but then i mostly rite about my cat 

#@cruxymox #notta prompt #poetry maybe

[poetrybynoone]

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[tattooedechoes]

Vulnerable

Something happened on Friday. I don't know how to define it but the tension since has been eating away at me and I don't know how to fix it. . . . Please tell me how to fix it...

#poetry #poetry i guess #poetry maybe #poetry? #tattooedechoes poetry #self poetry

[dreamy-mess]

"If I could I would give you everything. Because I love you so much. Maybe for now, best I can do is survive by your side, be a voice of reason."

#depressive #depression #depressed #poetry maybe #quiet borderline #bpd #quiet bpd #anxietyattack #anxietyproblem #Sticky notes on a mirror #sticky notes

[a-generic-cowboy]

I don't really want to be held anymore.

Don't kiss me, don't even touch me, I'm too delicate for that.

I just want someone who will sit with me.

Just be with me as we watch the stars.

Cry with me, scream with me, laugh with me over nothing.

Just exist with me, please.

Exist with me until I'm ready to be human again.

#poetry maybe #kinda not really #aaaaaa #yearning #im really lonely #vent ish

[cleverwitch-wolfskin]

Tell me I'm worth it

Please

Tell me I am the cool side of the pillow and the warmest part of the bed

Tell me I'm the perfect cheesy slice of pizza and the sweetest bite of watermelon

Tell me with your touch that I am soft and loved and enjoyable

Tell me with your eyes that I am all the sunsets

Please, I beg you

Tell me I am the orange you peel, the flower you keep in a glass vase

Tell me you will shelter me and set me free all at once

Please

Before it is too late

Tell me

#feelings #emotions #blegh #word vomit #poetry maybe #tell me #love me