I write things. I call them poems but they're more suited to music, really. If I could actually play music this would be a whole different story. Here's something I did today, more to come.
Hidden
These gleaming neon signs illuminate this street,
Breathe in these human vapors, sweat and heavy heat.
A world of binaries, no analog allowed,
I walk the night alone in my masculine shroud.
Broken body built anew,
Spirit lingers, torn in two,
Metal fingers grip my heart, so cold.
People spouting senseless verse,
Dysphoria grows worse and worse,
Should I just believe what I've been told?
Still racing to my goal,
There's a heartbeat under my skin.
Search my electric soul,
For the hidden girl within.
Your secret science conquers Nature's cruel laws,
But still your work holds your inherent mortal flaws.
A restless sleep, I dream inside my warm cocoon,
My rebirth's imminent, my body is my womb.
Broken body built anew,
Spirit lingers, torn in two,
Metal fingers grip my heart, so cold.
People spouting senseless verse,
Dysphoria grows worse and worse,
Should I just believe what I've been told?
Still racing to my goal,
There's a heartbeat under my skin.
Search my electric soul,
For the hidden girl within.