as I sit deadly still
I hear the voices in the hall get louder
and louder as they go down it
until suddenly there's a shouting match in the kitchen
I could go, could try to stop the verbal carnage of the usual saturday squabble
be present for the slamming door and shattering glass
but I stay here, silent
portrait<3
FUCKING GETCH OU
If tonight be our last and the skies fall and the universe splits in two
i would like to go with the imprint of your head leaning on my shoulder
the sound of your laugh filling my eardrums and blocking the impact
the shatter of everything falling as you sigh and make some remark that they really picked their timing, you just mopped the floor-
that would be the blueprint, my dear sweet friend, for the rest of our short short lives
and I would like that.
hand over hand
in the firmest handshake
"I hereby declare these two kingdoms unified once more"
hand on hand
in the finest linin
we consecrate a marriage
the only one we could ever have had
the maids know to keep their mouths shut
the mattress will never know their lesson
hand in hand
I whisper an "I love you", so softly that the wind could never snatch it away
although I wish I could shout it from the rooftops
and yet
you hear
and whisper one back
so low it could never reach the church's high steeple
and be proclaimed at the masses to the masses
and yet
I hear.
It’s been so long since i said it but if you live with homophobic/transphobic parents no matter if you’re a minor or a young adult don’t come out <3
(cackles in transgender) her profits went down 74%
I absolutely love talking about transmasculinity it's genuinely so freeing and cathartic to be able to talk about my experiences and community. I love you, transmasculinity <3
!!trans angel!!
you're in your town, in your room, completely alone
maybe the house is empty and maybe you're still quiet anyway, terrified of someone seeing you
they think this came from nowhere and you know better
as you undo packages and slip the thing over you
you feel something in you start to sing
no sooner is it on then you have to take it off
but that soaring feeling is worth the four and a half hours worth of work it cost
you're in a street
bag in hand and headphones on trying to ignore the glares
when you hear the jarring tones of a child
high pitched, asking "mammy is that a boy or a girl"
and she doesn't know, and you don't really know either
all you know is you want out, out of this line, out of this body
out of this tiny town and it's tiny mindset
the mind boggles with wonder at how people could be this ignorant
you're in class
you're trying to focus
you're trying to be objective
but come on, how could you ever read
these two men who spent every waking moment together, who talked about each others bodies
as just good friends
and never wonder more
instead you lie sobbing as they have always been here
we have always been here
you're in a shop
and your mother calls
and you've just had sex with a man who likes men
yet still she calls you daughter
and as you try to protest that you're still normal you stay there half an hour trying to convince her
only to be utterly useless and walk out
broke and broken
you're on a path
walking back to your flat after yet another fight
you see your soul smoking on the ground and you break down
your friends lift you out and up that flight of stairs
it will be okay, you swear as you sob into the same old sheets
the ones who used to ask don't even want to know
funky lil man, he/him, i go by jaye! I write poems sometimes ❤️
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