#metephors

[khaelen]

Here have this poem I made due to ✨ body dysphoria✨

Tw: transphobia, suicide, body dysphoria, hallucinating/hallucinations

I keep quiet as I stare at myself in the mirror, watching as the girl I killed along with my old body, the ghost of her in the mirror staring at me in acceptance, because I'm not her I'm not a girl I'm a dude, a boy, a man, a male that's all I am, I will never ever be a girl ever again as I was the most miserable in the girls body with a boys mind, and even all those years ago when I was only little,she knew deep down she wasn't who I was supposed to be, I was made to be a man and yet I was in a girl's body, deep down the person I once was, was not me but a disguise to hide who I truly was, who I was born to be, and now I'm right here, I'm who in truly supposed to be and I plan on killing myself, it's sad that no matter what, unhappy or happy, in the body that wasn't my own or the body that I claimed my own, I will never be happy, and now here I stand Infront of a mirror with a shard of glass against my neck

[little-miss-tragedy]

Maybe if I compared you to vodka, I’d finally regret you name coming in contact with my tongue. If I compared you to fire, I’d finally stopped reaching for you in the middle of the night. If I compared you to weeds, I’d finally pluck you out of my life. If I stopped comparing you to everything beautiful in the world, I would finally stop romanticizing you, and all the pain you’ve ever caused me. Maybe, just maybe, I would finally learn how to stop loving you.

my mistakes in metaphors (15/365) by (DS)

[lobsterwizard]

cannibalism as a metaphor for the abused becoming the abuser? is that anything?

[midwestpeach444]

I’ve been kicking this same can around this block for so long that I’ve dug my own trench, so deep I don’t thing I can climb out anymore.

[lightninbug]

Just an idea

Your head's just like a foggy night warping your vision and robbing you of your sight

[lightninbug]

Just an idea

Your head's just like a foggy night warping your vision and robbing you of your sight

[fantasticallyfictional-blog]

Bleak out look. Something dead brought back maybe.

The desert sand settled where it pleased, ignoring man mad boarders to expand it’s reach.... Splashes of colour from the desert linen lent breath and movement to what was otherwise a still and dull village. 

-Something for Del’s boarder village.

[writingpleiades]

-The blades of the grass of the field beneath my ankles feels completely opposite to something that could split skin cells but you, though your name still remains a squiggle and a dot, you, I know I don't know at all. I do not believe that I can do everything he said I could, I do not know where the blush of my cheeks ran off to, all I can say is I've never needed pigmented pink powder, for it's always been there. You resonate with autumn winds and muddy elbows, of brown paper packages tied up with strings, you are part of my favourite things. -I found something in your open palm I had never met before, as if the first star in human history started in your hand and worked it's way up to the sky. The way your pen rests between your fingertips spells letters in the languages we've yet to learn but brush stroke after bent wire after crayon wax you're carving into my heart like its ceramic. What state have you found me at? Am I still malleable after the years I spent sitting on my mother's shelf? -Light choses favourites for us and it never leaves you alone.

(I know you feel so dark inside but I swear, to whatever god I'm starting to believe in, that you're the brightest spark I've ever seen setting fires in this forest.) - j.e.