I am the violet, fervent flower;
The bruise in silent bloom.
The purple nightshade, dark tulip.
Twisted limbs and choking skin.
I am the violet, swollen hue;
The scream of cosmos deep.
The more i am myself,
The less i can be seen.

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@violet-screams
I am the violet, fervent flower;
The bruise in silent bloom.
The purple nightshade, dark tulip.
Twisted limbs and choking skin.
I am the violet, swollen hue;
The scream of cosmos deep.
The more i am myself,
The less i can be seen.
you have to be kinder to people with memory issues.
you have to be kinder to people who are slow processors.
you have to be kinder to people who don't understand your jokes.
you have to be kinder to people who forget important dates.
you have to be kinder to people with cognitive decline.
you have to be kinder to people who were always this way, too.
you have to be kind. you have to be kind.
You were my lungs-
My very breath incarnate.
You were the vessel
Which animated my world.
You were innocence,
Like a living ghost-
Now gone, like smoke;
The smell of your hair
Swept in the cold wind
I am left behind
In a world coloured
In mourning, now draped
In your cold absence.
I was once a man,
Now im unwoven
By my own venom
And your unsaid words.
Why must i ruin
Myself in your name-
To rip apart the
Memory of our
Dead relationship?
Why cant i leave you
To remain a ghost
In the golden past,
Where you really are?
🏳️⚧️ TRANSGENDER DAY OF VISIBILITY 🏳️⚧️
DON'T LET THE BASTARDS GET YOU DOWN
using violence to liberate people from sweatshops, unsafe mines, and grinding poverty isn't the same as using violence to impose those things on people. the idea that violence is morally repugnant regardless of context is a belief that every oppressor throughout history would love for the oppressed to hold
Staring in the mirror,
The Ogre stares back
With my face and hide,
Flexing and weeping
As i carve away his shape.
I shave- My face, my chest, my legs-
I set myself on fire to burn the hair away,
But the ogre’s still there;
His onyx eyes, like a spider,
Stare indifferently back at me.
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I keep seeing ghosts Of the boy I once was
And all the men i could have been
Hiding in the pupils of those who once knew me
and in the wake of living i leave behind, now a strangers things;
I killed them, and they dont even know it…
I carve away at them too,
They fall away and melt
like cold grease in a hot pan,
And shimmer like starlight
Scattered amidst the wake
I need a doctor that'll help me transition into a beast of flesh and agony.
I need a doctor that’ll help me transition into a machine of aching steel and cable.
I don’t understand; why won’t I do anything about it?
“Hi. We’re here for feminist sex”
sleep is stolen time. don't let them take it from you anymore. tonight. we are staying up. til one billion o clock.
Laugh, clown,
About your shattered romance!
Laugh at the pain,
Which is poisoning your heart!
in another universe, I would be your summer sun forever.
but in this universe, it’s forever winter with you gone.