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Bottled Emotions: Always on Tap! (Ev's Poetry Thread)

Started by Ev, May 04, 2014, 07:52:46 PM

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Ev

Arm's Reach

It's raining outside
The world's cats and dogs
Gently tapping against my window
Wet as it may be out there
Inside it is dry as a bone
That rests in the desert sun
Hot on the outside
But inside it is rather cold
Greener grass on other sides
But my heart once made of stone
I have my space
Or so it seems to me
But to everyone else
All they see is emptiness
An arm's reach is all I need
To keep myself so close but so far
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Ev

By Your Grace


I stand before you a warrior
(I cower behind myself)
I stand before you a champion
(I have defeated myself)
I stand before you a savior
(I have condemned myself)
I stand before you a survivor
(I already killed myself)


While I am before you
I am not me
I am clearly something
You cannot see


I come to you a prophet
(I have lost myself)
I come to you a light
(I still shroud myself)
I come to you a way
(I was misled myself)
I come to you a healer
(I cannot mend myself)


When I come to you
I have no face
I search for something
By your grace
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Ev

Broadcast your Love (We'll Keep in Touch)


Blindness in high-definition,
Darkness has never been so clear.
Hate in surround sound,
Ignorance has never been so loud.
Three-dimensional transmissions
For you to see more intensely,
Never have lies looked so good.
Delusion more believable now
Than we could ever have imagined.
But it will all be ok,
As long as you:
Text me, dear.
I love to see your lol,
But the sound of your laughter
Is more than I can take.
Call me, friend,
We can keep in touch.
But the sight of your face
Is more than I can take.
Broadcast to us your love,
I know you have plenty to go 'round.
Just don't give it to me in person,
Because there is too much for me
To handle all by my lonesome self.
So we'll keep in touch,
We just won't touch.
You know what I mean, girlfriend.
You know what I mean, man.
Never mind all that,
Because I'm still here for you:
Let's play together, friend.
Just like we used to do as children.
But let's shoot hoops from separate rooms,
Because we just don't have time for outside.
The world is changing,
And I, inevitably along with it.
Forgive me if I leave you all behind,
But humanity has long since grown obsolete.
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gennee

Quote from: Shantel on May 04, 2014, 08:17:04 PM
Wrote this about homeless veterans, but it's also perfectly applicable to transgender people.

Wounded Soul


Do you see me, want to see me?
Walk briskly by and accept my mask.
Do you know me, care to know me?
Are you too afraid to ask.
Do you notice tears welling in my eyes?
Feel the pain within my sighs.
Am I just another faceless human being?
With heart and soul best left unseen.
If I speak softly will you hear?
Dare you reach out, attempt to draw near.
Tears run unnoticed down my face,
For lack of love in this lonely place.

Loved this poem, Shantel. I am a veteran and transgender. It speaks to me in a special way.
Be who you are.
Make a difference by being a difference.   :)

Blog: www.difecta.blogspot.com
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Shantel

Quote from: gennee on June 21, 2014, 08:34:41 PM
Loved this poem, Shantel. I am a veteran and transgender. It speaks to me in a special way.

Welcome home honey, glad you made it safely!
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Ev

I'm alive, but my internet is dead.  Hence the inactivity of the posting on my part.

I did, however, start HRT.  So that's the good news. 

Anyways, I will still be putting up a poem from time to time: not often, but to those who follow this thread I say thank you for stopping by.



My Wits Are About Me (But Not in My Head)

My wits are about me, but not in my head
Scattered across the floor like a bag of spilled marbles, and I've lost track.
I counted them, but I am one short tallying six.
Perhaps I can find them in a place called Crazy, I'm going there.
Put my case inside this basket.
Look over the side and take residence on this edge,
Build my dwellings with walls of rubber and white.
Call to the moon, it may have the answers
If it doesn't, I'll just ask myself (ha ha)
Get dressed in the tightest jacket
Take the short bus home.
Eat my sleepy candy
It makes me happy, not so mad.
Go back to looking for little, lost glass spheres.
I can't trust you, but I need your help.
Do you hear that?
My wits are about me, but not in my head!
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Shantel

Quote from: Ev on August 02, 2014, 07:27:01 PM
I'm alive, but my internet is dead.  Hence the inactivity of the posting on my part.

I did, however, start HRT.  So that's the good news. 

Anyways, I will still be putting up a poem from time to time: not often, but to those who follow this thread I say thank you for stopping by.



Hey Ev, my best to you as always hon!
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Ev

Hey, who is this Ev person posting all the poems I wrote?  Oh yeah, that's me! 

I am not really continuing this thread, but I am going to bump it up to the top and attach a link to my poetry blog I "just" started not too long ago.  I will also have this link included in another forum post including all my other blogs, when I get around to it.

Some of the poems I include over there will also be the ones I may have posted over here in the past.  What I post can be classified as "mature" content and so I have decided to move a lot of what I do off of this site (out of respect for Susan's).  So, follow the links to my blogs at your own risk.  I don't pull any of my punches when I am given my own realm to play in.

Poetry Blog:

http://cybraxisaxis.blogspot.com/


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