I thought i would post some of my poetry, i guess i'll start with the one's that apply somewhat to transsexualism.
This one sort'a applies, but I wrote it about a friend disfigured in an accident:
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Crippled eyes cause crippled views of the beautifully broken.
Why do we look at such ugly things, not to realize that by closing our assumptuous eyes we can still see them so much better.
In the world there is Balance.
For that reason there is always good to compensate fo all bad.
We should admire that which is crippled, and not dislike it for our pleasure's safety,
But love it for still surviving despite.
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Here is one I wrote before I was sure about my self and i was always paranoid of what people thought, unsure that my male act was sufficiant:
A thought of Paranoia
Depression accompanied with scaring thoughts,
A fear I felt once.
Always reborn when i have no energy to fight it.
"Is it, true?" should I ever wonder that?
"If it is, my life is horrible, made so then, by knowing."
Again I think to deeply of what I should not.
Causing my own fear,
But then agitated by the compulsion to see if it fits reality.
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Here is one I wrote about my X-Step-Dad:
A ghost who's evil when apparent cannot be discussed.
Preventing the slightest thought and awareness of.
A manipulator.
No time to digest its evil suggestions,
So that they become deadly imprints.
Even writings cannot be wrot of this thing,
Not for inability to depict, but because in such as perfect description,
Only more putresance it will cause for it.
True to its depth by deceiving its self of its own darkness.
Seeing righteous its path by and for applying colors to the black of its unreality.
True evil because it is its self and not caused but by birth.
Seeing wrong where there is reason for right,
So punishing wrong for what is seen.
One who brings wood for another's fire
Only to warm its own desire
And when burnt by taking back its gift;
Upon the other it lets its own flames adrift.
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Here is a continuation of that one:
Sitting next to evil
Obvious manipulations
But we all manipulate
Obviouse so stupid?
Or obvious only under the right light?
Disturbing
All you can see is shadow
You feel the evil it radiates,
But you know that somewhere,
To close to the sun,
It faces the light that's path it disturbs.
Nothing can put out the fire that is its karma,
Melting it away.
For the heat consumes anything thrown its way.
Help only sustains the devastation that it spreads.
Though it still has some beauty to itself there is sadly no cure that can save the good from the path its evil has chosen.
The leprous existence must be left to eat itself.
Otherwise it will amicably feed off those who try to help.
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