Vanquished, lying in the dirt,No more energy left.Unable to give any more to his facademade of dreams, wishes, and ideals.Totally bereft,And done with the lies of his Godof times past.Arising from the corpse,She emerges at last.She cannot hide herself anymore,no matter the consequences,She is who he truly was at his core.She is finally able to … Continue reading Arising from the corpse
Visceral,Empirical,Whimsical.How was I created:Nurture, Nature, or Trauma?I have tradedSo much of myself, to avoid drama. No more.It is time to even the score. No longer will I minimize myselfAnd place who I really am upon the shelf.Spending all of my energyAvoiding being me.Finding the truth in who I am,Is not quiet, like a lamb,But loud, … Continue reading Nurture, Nature, or Trauma?
The last 18 months have been some of the hardest, but most rewarding of my life. I realized a lot of things about myself and the world about me. Not just that I am a Bisexual Transgender Woman, that is probably the biggest one, but many other things as well. In all of the self … Continue reading Mutterings and Musings of a Merry Maiden
Beating the screamsOut of my dreams,Destroying the vision of what I have beenTime to buck this trend.Where am I going, where will this lead?No idea, but going to make this world bleedNot in a violent way,but adding colour to my world of grey.Time keeps ticking on, as I re-create myself;Taking things I ignored off of … Continue reading Beating the Screams Out of My Dreams
This is a poem that I wrote a few weeks ago about the last year, and coming to terms that I am a Transgender Woman. Hope that you enjoy (Copyright 2019 under Creative Commons). Am I rightIn taking flight?In being true to myselfI have had to break the oldConceptions of what is trueAnd Be Bold.Destroying … Continue reading What dreams may come
I wrote this back in 2009 - originally posted on my DeviantArt. Like the earth floating through the atmosphereor man as he searches for the truth,the beginning of the ending,nothing is clear... What is happening now, nothing makes senseI don't know what's going onPlease lift the drifting, dripping fogfrom over my kind of guy,the kind … Continue reading The swinging of my soul
Written in 2011 - Originally posted on my DeviantArt. Working towards an ends,Alienating all of my true friends,Living with self as the most important thingMy past makes me think of Gollum and the Ring. Evil, twisted, and sadistic thinking,And that was when I wasn't drinking! Now that I have found the way,I don't have to … Continue reading A Retrospective Introspective
The start of an epic...will I get back to it? Who knows... Galaxies collide with tremendous forceCausing planets and lives to veer off course.Planes of existence shift and move,Making a grooveIn the fabric of spacetime. It has the effect of taking the grimeAnd replacing it with clean nothingness,But, I digress. The true beginning of this … Continue reading Ergo, there go I
This is a poem that I wrote for my Critical Thinking class that I took back in 2006. Originally posted on my DeviantArt. People today don't like to thinkNo one uses their brains anymore, in fact, they're starting to stink,Everyone watches the TV news,Hell! The U.S government gives her citizens their views. Bush and his … Continue reading The Modern Day Philosophy
I am a Gypsy at heart. Every time I go to work or home, I just want to keep going... Where? I don't know. Every time I see an out of state license plate, hear a new accent, or hear about a city, town, or state that sounds like it would be good for exploring, … Continue reading Wanderlust