#nb poem

[aceing-on-the-cake]

I want to be me and I don’t know who they are Because to be told what to do and who to be I’ve never had the chance to meet them before.

Now I’m out and I’m not sure where I’ll go But the fact that I am means I’m free To find that out, to finally actually know.

And right now everything looks so new That I want to try it all See what I like, and what calls me too.

Then eventually I’ll have pieces, bits, and clues of what I am One day my name will only be Cass And the other will be in the past.

#transition poem #transitioning poem #enby poem #coming out poem #nb poem #nonbinary #trans #ace #ace poem #name change poem #coming out #lgbtq poem #lgbtqia positivity #lgbt #lgbtq

[terminallytwee]

#tw dysphoria #tw periods #poetry #my art #my writing #poems #gender fluid #nb lesbian

[21silverlinings]

Avoidantly, I refrain From opening my mouth Fearing that you will hear My mother's heartache Etched into my words.

Anxiously, I hold my tongue Repressing my father's anger That of which poisons my blood.

Disorderly, My silence grows A bed of unspoken thoughts, Rooted in past sorrows, Watered by the tears of every generation before me.

Yet, in time, I learn to whisper To find my voice And declare that I am more Than the fears I have inherited. I abandon the screams Of my ancestors' pain, To break the cycle So that one day, My words will flow Not with heartache or anger, But with love and peace, instead.

nb | 1902

#writerscreed #creative writing #poetry #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #prose #nb #21silverlinings #writing #p #writeblr #writers on tumblr #except from a book i'll never write #spoken word #spoken poetry #generational healing #creative nonfiction #poem #writers and poets #poets corner

[transenbyconfessions]

(I don't know shit about writing or poetry but I'm sad and inspired so here goes nothing)

My parents don't know they hate me

They say they love me so much

But they don't know I disgust them

And it's starting to tear me apart

I have to keep myself hidden

Out of fear of how they'd react

And from this lie sprouts the division

Between who they love and who I am

I trust no one with this secret

For it could reach the wrong ears

Safety is a distant desire

Existing only in vague dreams

If only I knew what would happen

If I were to take off my mask

If you said to my face that you hate me

I'd hear the truth at last

Submitted July 2, 2023

#transgender #trans #enby #nb #nonbinary #non-binary #non binary #enban #transphobia #closeted #poem #poetry

[decarabiandivorce]

Doodle for the adoption au snippet bc i CANNOT stop thinking about it

Giving you the biggest hug for this! This makes me smile so much <3<3<3

Yeah yeah yeah Deca is :) at all this. He has a son bot lad hes going to treat like a little doll. The outside world was so mean to this little guy... LOVE his expression in this. Love both their expressions <3 also love how your deca design is so floffy.

Meanwhile the Bard is just... tired. I've been thinking about ways for him to exhaust himself in fighting/yelling and oh my god your doodle of him makes him look so deflated. The floof and love and joy in his hair is gone 😔 braidless and thus stripped of his identity. Given a purpose he didn't want...

#really like the cape thing you gave NB #i described his cloak as having cloth wings cause yeah he is now a canary in the coal mines #he probs put so much effort fighting he hasn't realized he hasn't sung a poem in days :) #steel text #i am poking this art with much affection and love #old mondstadt #nameless bard #decarabian #hmmm what to call this au.... #Found Family Deca au

[eos-dazzle]

TW// Gender dysphoria

just a poem I wrote the other day while bored at my grandma's house

Aurora

Everyday he walks in the shade

Broad shoulders, deep voice

Loved, praised, brown eyes

Whole existence is a falsehood

An impossible to defy falsehood

He wants not the blue shell

But he is happy wearing it

But he thinks he is happy wearing it

The Star of Dawn

Eos, my shining light

Everyday she walks alongside him

Her light darkened by his shell

His loved, accepted shell

Let his shell break

Let her be free

For they are one and the same

For when the shade of him fades

Aurora remains

#aurora is my name btw #poem #trans #transfem #transgirl #trans poem #transfem poem #transgender #aurora is just the roman name for the greek eos #the goddess and personification of dawn #you see the meaning #nonbinary #non binary #nb #lgbt #lgbtqia #lgbtq

[0tterbutch]

Pre-Transition

a poem about closeted transmasc butch cowboy blues

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My lover dont know that Im a cowboy

Youd think wit my spurred boots n Southern drawl

Hed know by now

But all he sees

Is how I partic'pate in that Urban crawl

"Baby, I want a horse,

some smokes, n yer love packed in a bowl"

He uses all his softness

To lay me down

Drunkenly fuckin below the skys loud mouth

"My babys a cowboy!" He sings

I smile, "My babys a cowboy

but he lives in the city, dont he?"

#lesbian cowboy #butch4butch #lesbian poetry #lesbian poem #butch cowboy #closeted transmasc #transmasc butch #transmasc #butch4both #butch #wlw #nonbinary lesbian #nb lesbian #trans butch #nonbinary #poetry #nb poetry #trans poetry #trans cowboy #coming out #pre transition

[whimsyjoker]

a poem about unrequited love, written 06.09.23

#poet #poetry #writer #writing #creative writing #nb poet #lesbian poet #lesbian poetry #online diary #online journal #digital diary #academia #love poem #love poetry #unrequited love

[scribe-of-death]

The Wrath of a Lover

Do not fear the wrath of Heaven

Or of Hell

Fear the wrath

Of a lover

Who’s lost their other half

#death aesthetic #my poem #poetscommunity #my poerty #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #nb poet #death #The Wrath of a Lover #be sad #I got the idea from a good omens fan art #good omens #fan art #good omens season 2 #very excited

[otherworldlyoddities]

Just An Oddity: Another Poem About A Name

Me? I’m just an oddity,

Like the single flower amidst dusty road

That bloomed at a time it knew was right.

Just an oddity,

Like the butterfly drifting by chance into your room,

Its wings painting the moment a bright orange.

Just an oddity,

Like a necklace you bought on a trip somewhere,

A faded rhinestone of dreams and wanderlust.

Just an oddity,

Like being woken by a phone call from a friend

Once forgotten, with the same laugh in her voice.

Just an oddity,

Like the colour purple, that chromatic enigma,

Smirking at your eyes from where you least expect it.

Just an oddity,

Like a sudden, whirling desire to write, to draw,

To think, to love, in the middle of the night.

Just an oddity,

Like cosmic dust that wakes up

And thinks about itself.

Just an oddity,

Like a whole universe of everything

Expanding to life in a sea of nothing.

I’m just an Oddity,

You don’t have to notice me

But I would love it if you do.

I’m a wink from existence,

The observer and the spark in its eye.

Curious, is it not?

#poetry #poem #spilled ink #name thoughts #nonbinary #nb

[intimatehorror]

love is stored in the hoodies I let you wear when it’s cold outside.

In the way we always hold doors open for eachother.

In the playlists I make for us to listen to while we drive.

In the blankets we share when it hits November.

In the soft laugher when we joke about something stupid.

In the coffee you make for me in the early morning.

love is stored in gentle soft intentions.

love is stored in you and me.

-Prinxe Wxtch

#prinxewxtch #prinxe #wxtch #mine #love #poem #poetry #gay #gay poetry #mlm #yearnposting #scorpio #taurus #capricorn #romance #romance quotes #love is stored #original #mlm poetry #nb #queer #queer poetry #november #scorpio season

[funkmetalalchemist]

oh god listening to a cis straight man analyze a very explicitly sexual gay and trans poem in the recording of this seminar hurts physically ‘but when they say cock instead of clit in this line isn’t that like misgendering of the sexual organ” Miss ma’am please stop talking right now

#a poem about an afab nb trans person angry fucking their husband after coming out……….. come on

[gay-war-crimes]

When I die

When my heart no longer beats

When my lungs stop drawing breath

When I no longer have a use

For the body I was cursed with

Offer it to nature

I could never love this body

Appreciate it how it should be

Maybe once I'm gone

A bird with find more use of my hair

Than I ever did

It was always to long

To feminine

Maybe the worms and bugs

Will find some joy

In the body I never loved

In the body that will never truly be mine

Maybe a spider will create a web

A home between the bones of my hand

The hands that I find far to small

Far to dainty to every be truly mine

Perhaps it will be a mouse

To find a home within

The bones of my chest

The chest I hated more than anything

Perhaps then

Once I have abandoned the body

The body that has cause me so much pain

So much strife

Perhaps once I'm done with it

Nature will enjoy it

Once I've left nothing but a husk

My body will receive the love

The love it always deserves

And the love I could never possibly give it

#trans #trans masc #ftm #nb #non binary #poem #gender queer #gender dysphoria

[transenbyconfessions]

Transition (poem)

A possession of the body A body unfit For the ghost inside Who cannot leave

Perform an exorcism Though which one should be only guessed How does a ghost leave a body unfit? How can it leave without knowing to get out?

The body is heavy and hurts to live in Heart made heavier by weight upon the chest It has two hundred fifty reasons to be upset And the number only grows each and every night

But the face is as gorgeous and perfect as nature And change is always visceral and terrifying Maybe the ghost should wait in its body Keep the wretched body to love the gorgeous face

How should the face change if possessing someone else? Should the face be neglected for the sake of the body? Would the ghost love itself if the problem were reversed? If the sacrifice is self-love for self-love, is it worth it to change?

Submitted July 5, 2023

#transgender #trans #enby #nb #nonbinary #non-binary #non binary #enban #dysphoria #gender dysphoria #poem #poetry

[youdontneedtoreadthis40]

Rip out this skin

And let bones fester

Your Nerves exposed

Cleansed in clear air

Excavate this heart of thine

See how it pumps

So fruitless

So void

#my poem #og poetry #postdump #my writing #iwannagethitbyacar #nb #gender dysphoria #anxiety

[ryskyourheart]

It’s past my own, and getting close to yours. I’ve just remembered this, and it hurt me to realize.

I saw your note again and saw that it said ‘friend.’ I know at the time it was for secrets and safety, but I can’t help but wonder.

I never thought I would be the villain in anyone’s story but my own. But now I’m scared that I’ve been yours. Maybe I should just disappear.

I don’t know how I’ll make it another year. I didn’t even make it a few months before ruining it all.

When our hearts are tied together, you cannot just cut the string and expect me not to fall. But I suppose I can’t try to hold onto the fraying ends either.

It’s always September. It’s always the beginning of autumn. Maybe that’s why they call it fall.

#a poem im tentatively calling Birthday #nonbinary poet #writing by a nonbinary person #nonbinary #nb safe #nblm #nblw #nblnb #nbla #t4t nblnb #t4t poetry #yearning #aching heart #writing #queer poetry #original poem #lgbtq poetry #I miss getting to talk to you