#non-binary poetry

[poeaxtry]

Still looking for binary and Jon binary trans masc identifying people to make a poetry compilation with me

I want to create a book highlight not only our struggles but the joy we have through life, gender euphoria, trans love, and such

[a-tiny-poet]

"In which I am the dragon"

Mama, when I was younger you told me stories of princesses locked in towers, of the dragons that guarded them, and the knights that save them

You told me of the boys and girls and the people that they'd become

And Mama I promise I tried to take these to heart but what happens when I memorize the stories, that they live in me but I can't seem to see myself just as the princess or the knight or whichever you used to call me when I was younger

And why didn't you tell me about the "in between" people about the people who aren't the princess or the knight but the dragons who walk among us of how they aren't men or women, yet themselves all the same

Or about the people who are princesses AND knights those rare people with a dual rolls in the stories or mama mama what about when someone believes someone else is a knight but they're really a princess instead or maybe when someone is born a princess but becomes a knight

Why didn't you tell me about those types of people, don't they have stories like those too?

Mama, I'm so sorry that I never saw myself in your stories maybe that's why they never stuck with me because maybe I'm one of "those types of people" I hope you aren't mad

Well if they don't have stories for them, then mama how about we make some

M.P

[corvidpoetry]

love me not

deep in the garden, where the flowers blossom ve sits, surrounded by lilies, tulips, and foxglove naught exists more beautiful, for ver, I am solemn my eyes skim flowers, yet ve is all that I think of plants are my home, but from here to above... I swear. Should anything even slightly akin to this feeling I am still so far from admitting of my emotion; if unrequited, I will feel only chagrin and as my fingers brush just past ver skin breath caught, so odd for me to pluck a flower. confess my feelings, I wouldn't know where to begin but in truth, I've long since fallen under ver power beside them I sit, hope clear: I couldn't bear the thought if after pulling the petals I land on ve loves me not

[mushroomiegay]

when we went to buy bleach

CW: mentions of death and suicide

[kitkatt0430]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Another poem up.  This one is about my gender feels and how important the character Janet from The Good Place is to me.

I had a different version of this originally but it didn’t feel right so I ended up sitting on it for a week or so before coming back to rewrite it and I’m rather pleased with the results.