#amaras shitty poetry

[dykerfights]

Where is the Child?

A child with talent or so they believed

And their confidence made it a fact

They knew there was nothing they couldn’t achieve

And it showed in the way that they’d act

They’d sing loudly in public and dance as they moved

They’d give poorly drawn artwork as gifts

They liked their own stories if no one approved

They had faith in their cunning and wits

Where is this child? I sing quietly now

I need them to strengthen my voice

Who’s this new person who wouldn’t allow

The freedom of pure reckless choice?

Where is this child? I locked them away

Ashamed it to be clumsy and wild

Now I helplessly, hopelessly search night and day

For a way to free my inner child

#amaras shitty poetry #poetry #but yall ik actually really proud of this one!!!! #i hope you like it too #queerworksfriday

[dykerfights]

I never intended to fall

I had no desire to stray

But you had destroyed every wall

You stripped my defenses away

I fell as Rus fell for Na’ami

I followed you to the unknown

I turned from the heavens above me

And forged a new path on my own

My family called me disgrace

But your support made me grow strong

There was no sin in our embrace

Our devotion could never be wrong

As Yehonatan once fell for David

I chose you over birthright and name

For you are my dear, my beloved

The only thing I wish to claim

I never intended to fall

But desire forced me to start

I gave up my soul to your call

And in its place I grew a heart

—-

I chose to use the original Hebrew names of these characters because that’s how I always knew them. Rus is Ruth, Na’ami is Naomi, David is pronounce Duh-vid, and Yehonatan is Jonathan

*Don’t tag as christianity*

#jewish lgbt #amaras shitty poetry #jumblr #ok to rb #jewish #ruth/naomi #david/jonathan

[dykerfights]

Monster

The first day I ever knew freedom,

Stopped trying to be who I’m not

I left my faith in a train station restroom

And my name in a mall parking lot

I carefully ripped out the labels

From the worn lining sewn in my soul

But left the horns and the tail that you gave me

Cause without them I’d never feel whole

I shaved off my shame and my sorrow

Replaced them with crowns made of bone

Carved myself the teeth you’d imagined

Of piercing and flesh tearing stone

I slowly turned into the monster

You saw when you looked in my eyes

I gave up my name and religion

And finally came back to life

#amaras shitty poetry #i hvent been able to write poetry in ages so hooray for this piece of shit i guess #queerworksfridays

[dykerfights]

Inhale, exhale, face your death

With courage and with fear

Fight off panic, long deep breaths

The end is coming near

-

Inhale, exhale, on my knees

Hopeless, trembling, scared

Hold me, Angel. Touch me. Please

Admit what we both shared

-

I’ve been patient, tried so hard

To take it slow for you

But time is ending, heavens barred

And I need to know it’s true

-

Tell me, Angel. Take my hand

I’ve waited so damn long

Please, this isn’t what I planned

Hell, everything’s gone wrong

-

I love you, Angel. Do you love me?

Cause loving’s not a crime

And I would prove it endlessly

But we’re all out of time

#this is shit but i had to write something #so ficking stupid #amaras shitty poetry

[dykerfights]

What can I say that wasn’t said by David

The sleepless king composing through the night

Lost in every song that he created

Helplessly compelled to rise and write

The words that fill his mind keep him from sleeping

The pain and anguish wake him from his dreams

The love and praise can drive him near to weeping

Until the sunrise sets his room agleam

And still he can’t find refuge from the yearning

That steals away his rest before it starts

With shaking hands and tired eyes burning

He rises once again to bare his heart

And maybe for a second he finds solace

For just a few short moments he feels peace

And in the dawning light the world feels flawless

As if even desperate kings can find release

When I write alone at night I think of David

The sleepless king composing through the night

I cannot hope to match what he created

But helplessly I rise and try to write

#jewish #jumblr #tehillim #psalms #amaras shitty poetry #folks #i did it #wrote a poem aith judaism and no trauma #and its good #im on a hot streak of writing #this was actuakly very intense to write

[dykerfights]

You didn’t fall, you were thrown away

Like the broken tool you became

Stop lying, you know there is nothing to say

That will make you believe your own claim

You were unworthy, you know this is true

You were unworthy, They never loved you.

You were as wrong as it’s possible to be

You weren’t flawed, you made a decision

Destroyed everything that gave you worth

You ruined your soul with careful precision

Hell, you didn’t deserve your own birth

“Why don’t you love me?”? How dare you yearn!

No one can love you cause love must be earned

And you’ll never earn it again

Admit your own sins. Admit your own choice

Stand in your own judgement, accept what you know

Give your failure a sentence, your guilt a strong voice

And accept the fate you chose below

You could’ve been loved, but you chose your fate

You could’ve been loved, but you only know hate.

You deserve it. Admit it and sleep

#ok to rb #jewish lgbt #religion tw #amaras shitty poetry #anyway this is NOT a fandom post #this is about god for the record #not a person #and i dont know if i really feel this because i dont wven really bwlieve in god #but i miss believing in gos #and im gonna shut up now

[dykerfights]

“It’s a Tree of Life” so Solomon claimed

So at its roots I laid

Joyous, curious, unashamed

I took shelter in its shade

I climbed in its branches, ate its fruit

Just as a child should

I examined its flowers, dug at its roots

I was sure I understood

The tree was a safe place, open to all

So I knew it was open to me

But the angry villagers built a wall

They did not agree

“Intruders! Apostates!” They declared

They hung nooses from her limbs

Hateful, righteous, even scared

They called judgement for our sins

So the tree stand lonely, her branches droop

With the weight of hanging sinners

We dare not climb and eat her fruit

There’s no more shelter in her

But I planted a seed so long ago

From a fruit I ate back then

And maybe someday it will grow

And I will climb again

#jewish #judaism #amaras shitty poetry #this is about the torah folks #and how some people use it as a weapon against others #but that maybe we can all still find our own little safe places within the torah

[dykerfights]

On phases

(If you’ve ever wondered whether your sexuality is a phase, this is for you)

For 6 days the moon is a crescent

Slender and graceful and bright

She grows in the sky

As the days pass her by

Till her full body lights up the night

But are we to forget her beginnings

Because she has changed in our eyes

Would a soul dare to say

“She was always this way

And her crescent was always a lie”?

For 3 months the world is in winter

Snowy and ice-touched and long

But with each passing day

The cold dwindles away

Until spring brings us rebirth and song

But should we forget all our snowmen

Just because they have melted to drops

Would a soul dare to say

“Throw your warm coat away

For the winter eventually stops”?

There’s twelve months from birthday to birthday

Each age only lasts us a year

Ten turns to fourteen

And one day you’re 30

And you’re left wond’ring how you got there

But should we now forget you’re a child?

Who has all of this time left to grow

Would a soul dare to say

���You are thirty today

Because you will be someday, we know”?

A phase is a phase for a reason

It’s true to who you are today

Don’t live with fear

That it could be next year

That you may not feel the same way

Enjoy who you are in this moment

It’s special and precious and you

For life or one day

Be proud you’re this way

(And honey I’m proud of you too)

#amaras shitty poetry #some things are phases #i thought i was ace for years #but why worry that ‘someday you might change’ #instead of enjoying who you are now