poetry

they/them | poetry by me:)

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Check out my collection of poems! one book of several :)

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It's my 8 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

– Juansen Dizon

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I am more

To the man who held a sign

Of hate

Inside of my sanctuary

Today

I have a few words

For you

Hello 

Here’s a few things

About me

My name is Dakota

I am a psychology major

I find the mind to be fascinating 

I love to help others

To take my heart and pour

My love into them

I love the stars

I find myself

Dancing to any

Song that plays

I truly am just like my

Mama

I love women

I find them to be beautiful

Sculpted by the most

Gentle hands

And their smiles

All light up rooms

Their very presence on this earth

Is a gift

From the man you call

God 

I also love men.

This god you speak of

Comes in many forms

But

The god you spoke 

For

Would send me to hell

For more than

Just being

Gay. 

He would send me to hell

Because of the time

I tried to

Take my own life

He would send me to hell

For using his name in vain

For the years I spent

Carving chunks

Out of my flesh

That he created

For having

Premarital sex

(Sorry ma)

I’m sure you believe

He would send me to hell

For being outspoken

Not letting men silence me

Not letting men walk all over me

Would he send the men

Who hit me

Who abused me

Who used me

Would he send those men

To hell?

And my mama

That beautiful 

Strong woman

She has seen more hate

Than I could ever imagine

She has walked miles

In shoes you could

Never ever fill

She is a flame

You can never blow out

Her flame

Would survive in the depths

Of the ocean

But this god

You spoke for

Would send her to hell

For being with

the woman she loves

My mama was a cop

She was a cop in 9/11

She worked in New York

She risked her life

For everyone

She is more than 

Gay

She is a hero

My mama had to see

Her child with

Self inflicted cuts

Littering their body

And she held me close

She is more than gay

She is a mother

My mama had to 

Bury her own brother

After addiction took his life

She had to hold her parents close

She is more than gay

She is a daughter 

And a sister

My mama is more

Than gay

I am more than gay

I left a man

Who would hit me

And abuse me

I made a police report

I was not silenced

I stopped cutting myself

I got help

I am more than gay

I’m a survivor

I didn’t let my 

Mental health battles

End my life

Im more than gay

I’m a fighter

I have more love

In my fingertips

Than those who spew this hate

I am more than gay

I am a friend

I am a daughter

I am a big sister

And if your god

Would send me to hell

For just being gay

Then I accept my fate

Because I’d rather

Be living my true

And authentic life

And know that I am more

Than just being gay

[cynthia-viv-deactivated20240204]

“I am almost never serious, and I'm always too serious. Too deep, too shalow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I'm like a collection of paradoxes.”

–unknown

[poetryigg]

My Father is Many Things

My father is many things

He is weak

When his world falls apart

I have to hold the sky

Above his head

So he won’t suffer

He is pathetic

His pitiful excuses

Linger in the air

And his alligator tears

Make rivers in our home

He is miserable and angry

It’s made his soul start to rot

So he feeds on those around him

He is loud

His booming voice

Shakes walls and floors

He spews hate,

His tongue knows no words

Of warmth or nurture

His arms

Don’t know the feeling

Of a loving embrace

His heart is full of hate

He has no love to give

And no capacity to receive

My father is many things

But being a dad is not one of them

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Abandonment Issues

“i have abandonment issues”

the response is the same, 

nothing. 

no one understands 

how debilitating this is. 

my fear chains me underwater

as my lungs fill with blood, 

my scars ripped open from 

the inside out. 

i open my mouth to scream

but my spine is coming out my mouth. 

my tears paint my face red,

my ribs snapped

and shards puncture my heart

the little blood i have left leaks out. 

the angel of death hovers above me

and reflections of myself

as a child crying

for my father 

surround me. 

[poemsonmars]

i thought that the poets

were just being dramatic

like they so often tend to do

until i met you, my love.

until i met you.

-mars

[thoughtkick]

How do you know someone is for you? They bring peace you haven’t found anywhere else. They support your effort. They water your growth.

Unknown (via thoughtkick)

[cynthia-viv-deactivated20240204]

It's my nature to stay in my corner and watch the others. I enjoy my little observations.

–Colette, tr. by Matthew Ward, from The Collected stories; “The Accompanist”.

[4amethyst]

“You will always be my first, last, and only love."

Twisted Lies by Ana Huang

[poetryigg]

how can you tell me

“i’m fine”

when i can see your demons

ripping your soul

to pieces

[poetryigg]

your hands

gently

cradle my face

and your eyes

looked my undressed body

up and down

and you smiled

as you said

“you’re so gorgeous”

and my heart

never felt so warm

as it did

when you could see all my flaws

and still find beauty in it

-d

[poetryigg]

drowning

my father is so focused

on pouring his sorrows

into a pool

that he can’t see

his children

drowning right in front

of him

-d

[poetryigg]

TW SH

I’m so tired

Painting a face on every day

Just so I don't hate my reflection

Triple guessing myself on what to wear

So men don’t label me as asking for harassment

I’m so tired of waking up every morning

I constantly question my purpose in life

If I was meant to be something great

Why has my life chained me to the bottom

Of the ocean

My lungs are filling with emptiness

And my vision is constantly blurred,

Maybe that’s why I always miss the red flags.

My body reminds me of the ocean,

It's littered.

Scars from an ongoing battle are spread across my body

And it appears I’m on the losing side.

I’m so tired of fighting the silent voices

And resisting the urges

To act on my thoughts,

Of wondering what my veins look like

Inside.

I’m so tired

Of wishing people would love me,

I must be foolish to wish someone

Would want more than what’s between my legs

I’m so tired

But I can’t sleep.

My thoughts race faster as the sun sets

The silent voices become louder

And the urges become stronger.

The only way I’m able to sleep

Is when my body

Collapses

From exhaustion.

I’m so tired.

-d

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[poetryigg]

hecate<3 she’s so beautiful. and so amazing. i love her

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as a leo.. yes