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Never Again

Tears are beyond recognition
Again she'd failed her mission
The fear of hatred burning
The words are constantly spurning
They spit and spurt like embers
The flame being all she can remember
The flower has begun to rot and wilt
The girl will always feel guilt.
The weeping of sorrow of the nightingale .
Its singing for the ship that will never again set sail.
Wrecked memoirs of angry flight in a storm.
The words the girl will never again be able to form.
For how can she think of them?
The numbers of the good are some.
The negative had drowned her in an impending doom.
The hell that will never end not even soon.
The selfishness and greed all betraying .
The kindness and the weak will not be for saving.
She will never again hold that shimmering smile.
Its light has gone leaving her alone for miles.
In the dark and shadows of this place.
She had surrendered her lighted space.
Engulfed in the fear she lost her battle.
The good will always be moved like cattle.
She will never again hold that alluring smile.
The evil that came to her to defile.
It lighted up the path for everyone.
She had lost her spark and there ends the fun.
The war was lost, no one else to fight.
That girl was once so bright.
The world had crushed her like an old Barbie doll.
The girl began to destroy her own wall.
Make up splattered grin, purple or red with sin.
The storm will always be utterly enraged.
But that girl will be the only one, to be saved.

Cut My Ties

By: Vance Craig

It all happened, the morning of February 11, 2015
I wrote a letter and left it for you to see
Boy was I scared as hell
When you came home later that night you ignored me, more then usual
It was awkward between us, then 3 days later
You finally tell me what you think
After what you told me I don't think I can ever look at you the same
Or even call you my mother……
I'll just cut all my ties from you
If you can't accept your own kid!
Did you really care if I was male or female before?
No, I bet you you didn't, so why does it matter now?
I tell you who I truly am, and ask for your acceptance
Then you look me dead in the eyes and basically say; you won't accept me, or allow me to get surgery. Nothing
So you're saying saying I can't be myself, what the hell
That I have to pretend to be someone else, someone I'm not
Well ---- you just because you're my mother, you won't stop me
Let me be who I am if you can accept someone else for their gender identity
Why is accepting your own kid any different
You say you care about me, but when I truly need you to care. You show that you don't give a ----
Do you really hate me that much, you make me want to die
Why do you think I hide from you when you're near
Avoiding you as much as possible
I am transgender, and I am a guy
Whether you like it or not
How stupid must you be to not realize it's not a phase
Being a girl was a phase
How long will it be until you can accept me 5 years 10years how long
Or is it you're afraid of letting others know who I am
Afraid they'll call you a bad parent for letting me be who I truly am
It's not like you tried to influence me to be transgender
Because I was born this way
Well then ignore them, don't talk to them
But think about this, for real. Don't just pretend to listen, like always
Would you really have a daughter who hates their family because. They're afraid
Or would you have a son who is finally happy his family will accept him, and you'll lose a few friends
I've lost many friends over the years for being me and telling them who I am
But you know what I just thought if they can't accept me then they were never real friends just scared -------
Who wants to be friends with someone like that????
Eventually I found new friends though they were nicer also
But more importantly they all accepted me 100%
Not once have they even mis-gendered me since I've told them
For that i can call them true friends friends I never want to lose
Because this awesome group of friends of mine
That I've made in the 7th grade and some from before
We're the first to ever use my correct name and pronouns
I don't know where I'd be today if I didn't have friends who accepted me
I might actually be dead, but that doesn't matter right now
Because I've made it this far already
Hopefully I can make it farther and someday I'll find out
But parents of mine, you have not made me feel worth it
You just make me feel like dying even more
So stop saying ------ about me being transgender
You've only made things worse
But of course you haven't realized this
So if you can't accept me
Well then I'll cut my family ties
For I dont want to be around people who can't accept me
So don't expect to ever see or hear from me again
Unless you have finally come to understanding
That I'm transgender, and not you or anyone else can change that
I'd say it was nice having you in my life, but it wasn't

-- Written by Vance Craig

expletives deleted by forum mentor Annie

Someone told me not to be afraid of new beginnings cuz each ones the start of a new day dreaming oh sweet nightmare I just wanted to know you will still be there when it's hard to understand why we are falling and I've told you if it were you I'd be calling just to tell you I'm alright. In the years we have battled the tears that have shattered glass inside the potent problems in the world. But I still try. I still hear her. I still hold her in my dreams we both know her future like it was our distant memory. Goodbye Baby Brooklyn.♡

*Trigger warning * self harm & violence to others

I hate you Not in a quick rush But in a slow eternal burn Not an ache But a long since forgotten injury that flares into a sick throb and haunting memory I hate you in the ways science hates religion In the way literature hates math In a way that words can not express I hate you in a way that makes me want to kill myself rather than deal with you But also in a way that makes me want to slam your head repeatedly into a brick wall until I'm just hitting my knuckles

Slow-Motion Mutual Destruction

By: WinterSolace95

​They bite out harsh words

with sharp, poison tongues

For decades shred each other

with a curse called love

They are noon and midnight,

playstation and xBox,

pen and pencil, ink and lead,

rotting onion and moldy strawberry

We have front row seats,

the numbers on a clock

two broken hands

stuck at eight and one

Their gears spin, clicking

apart at just the moment

for a perfect explosion, and

so the clockhands fail.

We have front row seat

when the bomb finally blows

and then we are left

entirely alone.

Everything here is amazing, we should call it 7 cups of poetry

My whole life I've been a warrior without a war. Constantly repressing animal and rage, instinct and pain. Explaining away my reflex,putting things in other contexts. I don't normally say it, in fact I doubt I ever really have, I'm a soldier who never made it to the military, yet. But I can feel it, the brotherhood, the light hearted jokes in heavy hearted moments. The Trust, the tears, the fear, the overwhelming...near The call, the answer, the choice, the banter, laughing in crazy moments with a craze of hormones. An adrenaline switch, a cold dark ditch. Small blips of memory left to remembering in times when they would only bring severance. Not only can I feel the peace in war, I can aim. I can fire, I'm already burning. I'm already retired. Projectiles, bullets are the most taken for granted, they're super sonic lead implanted in copper jackets, making racket passing brackets, shrapnel flaking. Ration packets. Liquid splatters. I'm not sure what I shot first. Maybe I simply threw something with the intention of impact. No fact. I've got an addiction Hitting things with conviction. Virulent imperritance, compliance and denial. Not a life worth while, the opposite, worth and wild. I can hit arrow's, with an arrow only once but hey the chances are narrow. I throw knives, hits lie. Hit other knives, sparks fly, I can repeat, but as soon as I think it's defeat When I go there I can't see, my mind stops, heart rate flies then drops. Thought not, instinct kicks in, knives fling sticks in. The animal grins. It's found the target. It's marked it then put a mark on it. Something is laughing. It's not my conscience. The moment between the flown hit. The flying knife frees my mind, I get a feel of other life. Never known which or where it might lie. The moment between the throw and the owned hit, gives a feeling of past present and future to quick to see clear. Just a blur which I can grasp something to hold. Whether it be good or old, bad or bold. Stories untold. Remenants remembrance. Tenement contenders in. Paths of righteous, paths too far. Past too far, passed too far. Left eternal scar. Mind or matter, no mind in the matter. Shoot to kill or shoot to save, I'd fight for the latter

Caution: TRIGGER WARNING

The constant guilt, Never cease a moment. Blaming herself, All the time. The mind cries, With the battle of thoughts. Barely to breathe, Untolerated agony. Throwing stabs at heart, Couldn't resist. With confusion arises, They kept popping like popcorns. They just never cease. Fighting so hard.. Temptation to bleed All time high. She thought Focus on the pain As though it was in outer space..

Once our new day leaves us cold upon the floor will you still be able to look upon my grey face and say I'm important? Say that you still love me beyond the stars and the sky and everything that floats over us? My dear you are my sun and with your light extinguished, I can't feel my fingers wrappers up in yours so tight. Oh my pseudo sun, come and heat my blood once more so it may course through my veins and leave me fluid. ~Jay

~~What now
At first I fought and tried to stay
Separate within my walls
But as we talked each day
I couldn?t stay withdrawn

Once you asked me to jump
At the time I couldn?t
But eventually I leaped
Even though I said I wouldn?t

You excavated my heart
And broke through my barriers
Saw through and disregarded
My fear and doubt in layers

But now we are stuck
And I feel alone and lost
My lighthouse burned so bright
But I?ve lost him in the fog

I grieve for what we had
That we drifted apart
I?m all out of courage
Did I have any to start?

I know I am to blame
I wish it wasn?t true
You were my anchor
But I was your cement boot