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ace-and-ink · 22 days

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the collar and leash

ties me to you

because you insist that blood never could

orphaned war hound puppy on the side of the road

father’s eyes

mother’s teeth

makes some sort of savage out of me

with a mouth full of blood

they pin me the monster

and knowing nothing else

i tell them they’re right

hands over my mouth

loose fangs in their palms

poise nicely

sit pretty

legs crossed and hands folded

take the food gently like a good little beast

for i am a dangerous thing

or so i’ve spent my life being told

- and who can trust the words

that roll off the tongue of a creature

so i nod and say the same -

so i must be tame and go only where i’m lead

and keep my head down

as there’s little difference between

smiling and baring my teeth

— the nature of predators

#another little ditty about one of my blorbos teehee <3 #the patron saint of asexual poets #poetry #poem #poems #original poems #original poetry #original poem #original writing #creative writing #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #lgbtq poem #lgbtq poetry #lgbtq poet #lgbtq poems

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deadbirdsdontsingbutido · 21 days

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#life #lgbtq #relationship #healing #poets on tumblr #love #life quotes #spilled ink #love poem

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tommy2020 · 4 months

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I’m a boy and I kiss other boys.

I’m a boy and I was not born a boy.

I’m a boy and I use unconventional pronouns.

I’m a boy and I want to live as a boy.

I’m a boy and I want to be free to say that out loud.

I’m a boy and I want to live without fear of being hurt.

Just like the other boys.

My friend is a girl and she likes boys.

My friend is a girl and she was not born a girl.

My friend is a girl and uses she/her.

My friend is a girl and she wants to be called a girl, not a slur.

My friend is a girl and she should be allowed to live as a girl.

My friend is a girl and she shouldn’t be assaulted because she is a girl.

Just like the other girls.

My sibling is nonbinary and they like every gender.

My sibling is nonbinary and they were not born that way.

My sibling is nonbinary and uses whatever pronouns they feel like.

My sibling is nonbinary and wants to be perceived as a person too.

My sibling is nonbinary and should be allowed to choose what they call themselves.

My sibling is nonbinary and shouldn’t be shoved under the rug because their gender identity “doesn’t make sense”.

Just like other people.

WE ARE PEOPLE.

TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS.

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oxytocxins · 1 year

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I thought the earth remembered me,

she took me back so tenderly.

#art #illustration #mary oliver #poetry #nature #body horror #botany #plants #artists on tumblr #moss #wlw #or can be interpreted however you like #also inspired by the last of us show #and partly by the oliver poem #might add some more stuff so this is a wip #but could pass as finished #lgbtq art #lgbtq

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dianneking · 11 months

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This is for all the ones that were told "It's just a phase"

This is for all the femmes who were told to "man up"

This is for all the mascs who were told to "be more ladylike"

This is for the "they/them is only plural"

For being told our love is innatural

This is for the stares

This is for the subtle jabs

For the uncomfortable family dinners

For the fear of coming out

For not feeling right in the shoes society tells you to fit.

I see you.

I am so proud of you

We are one and infinite

We are Pride.

#Pride month #dianneking #dianneking's poetry corner #Queer poetry #lgbtqai #Lgbtq poetry #Poem #Queer poem #Pride poem #Pride poetry #Lesbian #Gay #Trans*#Bisexual #Queer #Pride fam #Pride #they/them

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keplercryptids · 1 year

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image description expanded upon from alt text:

A poem by Kai Cheng Thom, as it appears in Queer Little Nightmares: An Anthology of Monstrous Fiction and Poetry, that reads:

ON THE ORIGIN OF TRANS FEMMES

for Meredith Russo

we are the daughters of witches that they could and did burn we are the daughters of witches that they are still burning & you know in my dreams, a woman keeps whispering: keep going maybe in the next lifetime we’ll make it to the water

#kai cheng thom #lgbtq #feeling a lot of queer grief right now and this poem is part of how im processing it tbh

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intergalacticgoose · 1 year

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From @nicothepoet

#lgbtq #queer #queer community #transisbeautiful #transrightarehumanrights #trans rights #trans rage #poem #poetry #trans day of vengeance #trans day of remembrance #writing #lgbtq rights

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k-wame · 2 years

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''Hαρρү Bιятн∂αү, Gαвяιεℓℓε.” | ᙭Eᑎᗩ & GᗩᗷᖇIEᒪᒪE Xεηα: Wαяяισя Pяιηcεss · S6·E19 · ∂ιя. Mαяк Bεεsℓεү

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asoftepiloguemylove · 14 days

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William Shakespeare // pinterest // Feel Good (2020-2021) cr. Joe Hampson & Mae Martin // Natalie Diaz These Hands, If Not Gods // Sandra Cisneros Woman at Hollering Creek: Stories; "Never Marry a Mexican" // Holland NUMBER BOY // Richard Siken Crush // 스물다섯 스물하나 Twenty-Five Twenty-One (2022) dir. Jung Ji-hyun // Sappho // Dodie She // Maureen Seaton Furious Cooking; "Swan Lake" // unknown // Frank Ocean Forrest Gump // แปลรักฉันด้วยใจเธอ I Told Sunset About You / I Promised You the Moon (2020-2022) dir. Naruebet Kuno & Tossaphon Riantong // Danez Smith Recklessly (via @tendermimi)

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dustyaulos · 9 months

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“Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.”

- Ally Condie

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ace-and-ink · 2 months

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it rains every sunday up here

or it has since i’ve been here

or it has since i wrote this intro

the universe likes to spite me when i say something with certainty

as it does with this rain

~

i thought this would be my big break

thought i’d finally be free

free to run

free to love

free to cry

but i don’t cry so much anymore

and i feel free

i feel happier than i did

happier than i thought i’d be

~

it’s rained every sunday

and it’s foiled every plan

nowhere to go without getting drenched

nothing to do but laundry

hope you have snacks hidden

and plans to be a dorm rat

~

it’s weird for me to say

“i hope i’m happy there”

knowing what i mean is

“i know i’m cursed to be sullen

but i hope i’m a little brighter then”

i mean to say it sounds odd

to be surprised being happy

and twenty minutes on the phone

reminding me what the missing factor is

~

you can feel the rain coming all week

the clouds creep in by wednesday

and the gloom is tangible by friday

yet you still find yourself curling further beneath blankets

when you wake up to the chill

of the missing morning sun

~

now this world isn’t perfect

i still get glances

i still hear remarks

i’m still scared of the night in some places

and don’t get me wrong

i do love the rain

all cool and gentle and wonderful

but i am alone

~

i am alone

and it is wondrous

so if you need me

i’ll be doing laundry

and huddling up in blankets

because there’s nothing better to do

while enjoying the gentle rhythm

of every sunday’s early rain

— silver rain

#it rains quite a bit up here. lucky for me i love the rain.#the patron saint of asexual poets #poetry #poem #poems #original poems #original poetry #original poem #original writing #creative writing #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #lgbtq poem #lgbtq poetry #lgbtq poet #lgbtq poems

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daweyt · 2 years

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— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘End of a Friendship’", published c. 2017.

#frank bidart #half light: collected poems 1965 2016 #american literature #quotes #poetry #writing #lgbtq

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inutaffy · 11 months

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happy pride from a closeted transmasc 💕🏳️‍⚧️

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[ID: a collection of 7 panels with a white background drawn messily and mostly in black

panel 1 is a box with text inside that reads "do you remember who you were?" in all caps. the first "you" is blue, and the second "you" is pink.

panel 2 shows a simple silhouette of a person standing, with negative space around them and scribbles on the outside, contained in a box. text above them says "i think…" with blue accents on the dot of the first i and the ellipsis.

panel 3 is an eye and an eyebrow, with a pink star drawn in the eye. text below says "i was bright-eyed."

panel 4 shows the tip of a nose and an open mouth, showing teeth, with a gap between the two front teeth. text below says "i had a gap" with a pink bracket under the word gap.

panel 5 illustrates lungs with pink and black scribbles inside. the text beside reads "and bad lungs." there is a cigarette with pink smoke and an inhaler with the cap and medicine colored in pink below the text.

panel 6 is a young girl with long hair tied up with a pink hair tie and smiling with her gap showing. text to the side says "i was a girl."

panel 7 shows a box scribbled in pink. to the right it shows a different view of the same box, with one side colored pink and the rest outlined in perspective, showing blue scribbles inside. top text says "and now," bottom text says "i'm much more complicated than that." /End ID]

thank u @yearninginblue for helping me :)!

#aka poor artist rendition of the poem i write some months ago #also i have bad handwriting. boy quality /j #and i can't draw lungs. then again i didnt look up a ref. was too lazy #trans #transmasc #transgender #pride month #happy pride!#lgbtqia #lgbt #lgbtq #queer

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her-stars · 3 months

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her touch felt like stars danced across my skin

she was tangled in my soul, I thought of her without even trying

painted colors on my heart and memories in my mind I never erase, of the love she offered me.

I crave the taste of her lips as if I was homesick

#lesbian #wlw blog #lgbtq #wlw #queer #girlswholikegirls #sapphic yearning #wlw textpost #sapphic poems #wlw post #wlw writing #sapphic #pansexual #bisexual #wlw poem #lesbian poem

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atomicraft · 24 days

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TRANS COWBOY COLLAGE CAN I GET A YEEHAW 💥🏳️‍⚧️💥🏳️‍⚧️

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poemsillneversend · 6 months

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In another life, we’ll stay up all night together.

We’ll manage our lives together seamlessly.

We’ll clean on Saturday mornings so we can enjoy the rest of the weekend.

I’ll make the coffee and pick out an album for us to jam out to.

You’ll sing along to our favorite songs while making pancakes.

We’ll laugh and dance and you’ll use the batter-covered whisk as a pretend microphone.

We’ll finish cleaning up after breakfast, and I’ll join you in the shower.

We’ll scrub each others backs, and make out while rinsing off under the hot water.

You’ll follow me back to bed, the bed you freshly made with clean sheets just hours ago.

We’ll make a mess of it and make it up again.

You’ll tuck in the corners.

We’ll spend the afternoon at the library.

I’ll pack a picnic and you’ll read your old favorite books to me.

I’ll kiss you in the dusty History section, and when I think no one is looking,

I’ll touch and tease you some more.

You’ll take me to the bathroom and lock the door because you want me so bad

You just can’t wait any longer.

We’ll get caught and almost get thrown out and we’ll run away laughing.

I’ll drive us home, but maybe I’ll stop somewhere secluded first

And touch you just how you like it, from the safety of the backseat.

In another life, we’re so fucking good together.

I’ll hold you when you need to cry,

you’ll make me a hot cup of tea when I forget how to take care of myself.

We’ll cook dinner together.

I’ll wash the dishes and you’ll put them away.

I’ll clean and cut up fruits and vegetables to snack on.

You’ll motivate me to be good to myself when I don’t feel like it.

We’ll remind each other to take our vitamins and meds.

I’ll make you a smoothie when you don’t feel like eating.

You’ll tell me I’m beautiful when I don’t recognize my own reflection.

I’ll tell you you’re worth the world, because you are.

I’ll sweep the floors so you can mop.

I’ll do the laundry and you’ll mow the lawn.

When we’re both having a bad day,

We’ll let each other be as grouchy as we need to without judgement.

You’ll kiss me when I can’t make myself get out of bed.

I’ll gently play with your hair when you can’t sleep.

I’ll say something careless on occasion and you’ll be rightfully upset.

We’ll both feel guilty.

I’ll shut down and you’ll implode.

You’ll call me out and I’ll get defensive.

I’ll take way too long to process and understand my feelings as well as yours,

And you’ll get tired of explaining it to me and eventually give up.

You’ll feel invalidated and I’ll feel confused.

We’ll work through it and try not to hurt each other again,

Even though we both know it’ll happen again anyways.

We’ll grow to resent each other in new ways.

In another life, maybe we’re still no good for each other.

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