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One does not need a dick to give off Big Dick Energy.

Problem is, I don’t have a dick or Big Dick Energy.

#big dick energy #trans guy #humor

power

People do anything to feel powerful,

in control.

Some people scream.

Fight.

Hold a knife.

Carve into skin.

Bleed.

#dark poetry #dramatic shit

That fact that I don’t have a bathtub to dramatically lay in when I’m depressed, is honestly sad.

#aesthetic

I’ve got a lot of blood on my hands but most of it is my own.

#dark poetry #mental illness #short prose

I’m so terrified of carving past skin, but at the same time I long to open someone’s chest and hold their heart.

#emotional vulnerability #dramatic quotes #double meanings #emotional intimacy

Holy Blood

I’m a sinner who’s been having it rough.

I keep punishing, punishing myself

Praying that my blood will be just enough.

A man’s loving calls sound so corrupt,

And I cannot stand my own ‘nature,’

Because nature just feels so fucked up.

I’m a sinner who’s been having it rough.

I keep punishing, punishing myself

Praying that the blood will be just enough.

I’m a woman who’s found a lover

In someone the church calls a sister,

And I cannot bear to not love her.

I’m a sinner who’s been having it rough.

I keep punishing, punishing myself

Praying that my blood will be just enough.

#homophobia #religious trauma #original poem

What are we, but flesh tricked into dreaming.

the brain is just a sad bag of squishy shit

#drama #prose #idk man

High

And I stumble

across the floor

tiles cool against my feet

high on my own

adrenaline

I stagger through the doorways

laughing softly under my breath

as I do so

I’m high

floating high above

the clouds, high as a kite, but

I’m grounded

I can feel the blood in my chest, in my hands, in my body

I feel alive

I can feel the blood on my chest, on my hands, on my body

and I feel alive

I’m high

on my own pain

I’m shaking

shuddering

like pleasure in sex

quivering

as I stumble

into the warmth of my bed

I can’t stop shaking

my heart thundering under my ribs

but I have never felt so stable

Real

The hands on my body

are my own

the thoughts in my mind

are my own

I’m shaking and

shaking but god

I can finally breathe

#high #dark poetry

Terrified of terror. Terrified of falling into the abyss I keep throwing myself into.

Paranoid of becoming paranoid. Paranoid of the voices around me, in me, and the thunderous thuds around me.

Scared of the fear gripping my heart, quivering as the fear ensnares my lungs and asks whose arms I’ll be running to today.

Blurry reflections in the too-dull blade, echoed by my kin in the mirror. Voices dripping from white lifelines, promising safety. Words on a page, taunting the darkness in my head.

#insanity aesthetic #anxiety

Embrace Me Tenderly

Embrace me tenderly,

for I am made of crooked glass

and stained smiles.

Embrace me tenderly,

for I am made of sharp edges

and bloody grins.

Embrace me tenderly,

for if you are not careful,

the jagged curves of my body

may cut too deep.

Embrace me tenderly,

for if you are not careful,

my teeth will drag too roughly

across your lips as we kiss.

Embrace me tenderly,

for if you are not careful,

you’ll break too soon

and become just like me.

#dark poetry

frankenstein

I do not exist.

This body is empty, a husk,

there is no soul in its bosom.

A creature made of flesh and a canvas of scars,

like Frankenstein’s morbid creation.

My maker did not give me a soul when they brought me to life,

only the weight of flesh in my hands and the sting of air in my lungs.

#this is actually not about frankenstein #frankenstein's monster actually had too much soul #frankenstein was the one with no soul bc he's a whiney lil bitch

Sometimes you have to hold yourself tenderly and rock back and forth, trying to give yourself a sense of gentle love that no one else gives you.

loneliness in this fUCKING pandemic

soul

Where does my soul go, when it leaves this body?

Does it wander to heaven and converse with the angels,

or does it visit hell and laugh with the devils?

Perhaps it stays with me, but sitting across from me

instead of inside the body I am.

#dramatic shit #disassociation #mental health stuff

Cover my body in violent kisses borne of my own hands and blades, let me suffer in my own agony.

my dramatic ass having a meltdown

touch

Touch me, I plead.

Love me, I beg.

Run your fingers through my hair and

Kiss the hills of my ribs and

Whisper sweet nothings into the

Valleys of my body.

Will you hesitate when fingertips find the scars

Sitting patiently atop my thighs?

Or will you press gentle kisses

Into the raised white lines of my skin?

Would you rush boldly through

The plains of scars and old skin

Decorating my back

Clawing into the meadows of bloody flowers?

Kiss me, I whisper. Remind me that I am yours,

Muzzle my lips with ownership,

Collar my throat with purple kisses,

Shackle me with your worshiping palms.

#dramatic shit #wrote this to fluster my bf #not sure if it worked #poetry is my thing not his anyways

There are expectations to live up to but I don’t know what those expectations are and who they are for.

oooooh a superiority complex and an inferiority complex

achilles

i am not achilles.

i never will be

achilles.

i am not made

of sun-kissed skin and

the grace of holy waters.

i am no young god.

instead, i fancy myself patroclus.

i am hopelessly mortal.

i am soft, pliant, and

my mind runs rampid

with all of the anxieties

of love.

i have not achilles’ confidence

and bravery

and all of the things which make

a tragic hero.

instead i am viciously

in love with the hero

and feel all of his pains

without ever setting foot

on his battlefield.

all I can do is love

my achilles

and pray that I will never

mourn him

as patroclus did.

#song of achilles #this book made me sOB

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