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Tasmay Aug 8
Oh Mother

A couple hundred pairs
Of pupils watch me walk
Every now and then.

The look of pitiness follows
Through their minds,
As if I’m an alien
Roaming around in the
Humankind.

Oh mother,
Why do they stare at me
When all I do is try to live
In the body that was
Given to me as I stood
In life’s entry line?

Oh mother,
When I look up
Into those eyes of mine,
All I can notice is
The hatred I buried inside

Enough to capture my territory
And mark it as disabled
On the south pole of my brain,
Which was, till date,
My biggest worry.

Oh mother,
Could you please hurry?
I’m losing the war
And in desperate need
Of somebody.

Tasmay
ring Aug 4
"You're not a monster," she said from two and a half feet away, across the table. And as those four words exited her mouth, it was like I could see them coming for my absorption like a dagger I had to receive. They arched up in the shape of a rainbow, over her bowl of pad Thai, over 3 remaining coconut shrimp, past both Thai iced teas, dipping down over my panang and fell down inside of my ears.

I heard them.

Quicker than sound, my eyes dropped down, staring at my bowl instead of letting anyone see that I was about to cry.  Where does all of that water come from so quickly anyways? It's like my body just decides to pull any water from any cell within. My own body takes from its own inside life to put on the outside so other life can see how I'm hurting inside. Those tears were stolen by a force I can't control to put my thoughts on display. It's twisted when you think about it that way.

Even if I were a monster, I would still be worthy of love and protection. Just recently I was at the optometrist and described my ears like the creature from goonies, and to adjust my glasses accordingly, please. She quickly reminded me that my uneven ears were normal and beautiful. Not just with words, with her hands touching my ears. She could probably smell the anxiety I exude, and chose to change the mood.

That was her choice.

Everyone has that choice. I know I'm a broken human, I'm as broken as the sunflowers in the picture. They don't look broken but two weeks after I took that photograph, they were all dug up and thrown away by the people that own that land. I just have to hope that some of their seeds fell during that removal so that they have an unexpectedly marvelous rebirth. I hope.

I know I'm not a monster, I've lived a life of service to others. Even my enemies don't have much meat inside the beef they have for me, it's mostly just my personality... which is light enough to crumble into a powder and be blown away by the wind. I've given away everything that I am. I've given love to people who didn't ask for it, I've given my best love to strangers, my longest and strongest love to family.

I'm not a monster. I just have a configuration that is unpopular.
3 Jun 14
art ain't about first tries
life's a slip but no slide
tears make for poor eyes
takes more than two hands to chin up
and you ain't a **** snake
no slide, just grind
no standing around
loitering not allowed
'blue billy' is a chemical or mineral deposit often encountered in contaminated land.
Odin & Mímir;
A one-eyed leader,
A paralyzed ascetic.
One traded vison for vison,
One traded appendage for appendage.
From two stylite existences,
Compassion for compassion.
Perspective for perspective,
From working together.

But is it all meant to be taken as mental?
But is it all meant to be taken literal?
Max Gisel Apr 30
Today was harder than usual.
As I sit surrounded by friends,
My descent into hell begins.
It starts at the base of my bony spine,
"Nothing more than a sting,"
I say. "Nothing more.."

The burning pain crawls higher,
A wildfire spreads up the mountain of my ribs.
"Just a sting, its just a sting.."
I feel my body sink into the seat,
My head drooping to the table.

Burning tears form in my eyes,
Rusted razors crowd my throat,
As the searing pain burns through my body.
I heave and shake,
My friends heads turn.

I can't move a muscle,
At least no more than a twitch.
My friends call my name,
pat my back,
try to get a response.

I can't hear a word,
But my ears crackle and burst.
My heartbeat slams my rib cage,
In an attempt to escape.
It is too late.

Groans escape me,
I claw the desk with my trembling hands.
The wildfire spreads,
Hips, chest, shoulders, neck, head.
My mind scratches the walls of my skull,
Trying to find an way out.

I hold the papers in front of me,
Now soaked with tears,
Trying to grab hold of anything.
Anything that will pull me out
of the wildfire in my bones.
Chronic pain often leaves me debilitated and unable to move, seemingly striking at random. This was two days ago, when I collapsed in front of my friends (and bf) while we were drawing together. I can't thank them enough for their understanding and support through my illness flares. I used to hide my pain, but I have found that sharing it and allowing myself to react often makes me feel better, at least emotionally.
Max Gisel Apr 28
Why should I care
If my useless parts hurt?
Why would It matter
If they fell off?
Why can’t I hurt them
If they are so wrong?
Why should I see a doctor
If they should rot?

In a way, I’m ashamed.
No one should have to see them,
Care for them.
Care for them like I never did.
They are dreadful,
Deformed, rotten, scarred.
Something so alien,
That I must rid myself of them.
They cursed me,
Cursed me to a life of deformity,
Self hate, disgust, pain.

By normal standards they’re useless.
They hurt, not even serving a function.
Barely aesthetic for a lover,
Completely foreign to me.
I hide them.
No one should have to bear witness
To this cursed form I reside in.
Free me from this flesh,
This broken, scarred frame.
Built wrong and improper.
With corrupt systems,
My crooked vessel fails.
Gender dysphoria and physical disabilities are really a duo from hell.
Mariah Apr 26
Lexapro to be a pro
At a mastering the status quo
No one likes a Debbie Downer,
Do you have to be so sour?

Adderall not working anymore?
Getting up is still a chore?
Vyvanse might be what what you need.
Anything to help me, please!

Xanax for anxiety
And so it works reliably
Take it with hydroxyzine

Trazadone to help you sleep
Choke down a handful of these
Won't matter the amount
As long as it knocks you out

Let's try this, let's try that
Uh oh, looks like that one made you fat

Once we finish with the vat
We'll let you know how to get you back

Shut up, shut up, shut up!!
Can't you just grow up??!

Brushed off, brushed off, brushed off
A little something to take the edge off

Maybe you should meditate
But for now we're sending you upstate

Medicated since 15?
Have you tried a guillotine?

Struggle, struggle, struggle
Let's fit you for a muzzle

Sit down, sit down, sit down
You look just like a clown

We heard you the first time
Can't you ask without crying?

This drama queen
Can't get past what happened at 17
Crybaby if you ask me
Did you even hear her speak?

She's lost and can't be found
Let's show some mercy
Put this one down
I don't trust doctors anymore.
Raven Dec 2024
18
I dont wanna turn 18
I don't wanna watch
As all my dreams
Fade and fall
Into the dark

I don't wanna turn 18
Because i know
That once I do
I have to deal with everything
And even more
With the thought of losing
You

I know that once I turn 18
Everything that is easy
Is gonna become
So much
Harder

I have to apply
To get money
Just to survive

I have to beg my mom
To pay
For me to get help
Cuz otherwise
I'm stuck here for life
With no one
To take care
Of me

I have to deal
With the possibility
That I can't receive help
Or funds
And I just become stuck

And i have to deal
With the thought
That if you leave too
I'll become lost
And gross
Because I can't even shower
Or go out anywhere
If you do

If i do receive the supports
That i need
I have to apply
For so many things

A service dog
Money cuz i cant get a job
A careworker
And a friend or two
Because nobody simply
Just wants to be friends
With you when you're this broken

I don't wanna turn 18
Even though
There's more things I
Have access to

Sure I can now
Buy ****
And alcohol
And consume it legally
But I might fall on those
As addictions
Not once in awhile
Supplements
For fun

I'm spending my birthday with
YOU
And I'm happy to
Because I'm happy with
The things we do

But I fear
That may be
The last day
You see me smile
Or even breath
And if I survive
It may be awhile
Before I can truly
Say
That I'm
ALIVE
Dec/9/2021
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