Call Me Frank

You burnt the mercy out of me
With your poisonous energy
And for years you haunted me
Hunting me in the night like an enemy
But now I've died and risen, I'm a zombie.

Life with you was absolute mayhem
And I'd kill you before I'd do it again
You always acted like you had some plan
Until I had the bright idea to time your attention span
And I realized I had to become a self-made man

Spent

How can you ask me to spend my life here
Always asking for permission
For space, for rights, for my vitality

Charged

You left me to figure out it all 

I was just a kid and I didn't know how to make sense of my body betraying me 

And everyone insisting my sex came with expectations

And that my gender came with consequences

Close your legs. Pull up your shirt. You're going out in that?

You made me feel like my body

Was a crime and I was guilty

So I felt ashamed.

Alchemy

It's difficult to say
whether I'm dissolving or here to stay
Assessing my own deliquescence
Before a second pubescence
Seems to me more than a little verbose
With this body still so pilose
But I find it impossible to resist
This dichotomy seems always to persist

And I am left here soliciting
Someone without an alchemical conditioning
For permission to transform from dissolute 

To precipitate, and understand I am most resolute,

In this quest I am destined for success

I will transform, my body I will repossess

Transitions: Two Hands

i reek of desperation
that's my prayer
a quiet whisper between two lips
through my skin and two hands pressed
for a life of peace without fear
without pain and without shame
to transition discretely
without unnecessary trauma
i'm so angry all the time now
and i haven't even started
so i ask dear goddex up there
to please help your lost lion
take the thorns from my paws
and lead me home to my pride
because i'm losing it down here
and i want to come home
send me soothing comfort
and your infinite patience
because im drowning in the way i feel

Transitions: Goodbye

I left some part of me
When I stepped off the platform
And disappeared into a subway car
To disembark at some unknown station
And she feels lost to me now
But I don't think I'd want her back
Her long green hair fluttering
And two hissing doors closing
That was the last I saw of her
The last bit of her to see.
Now it's just me.

Miss Me?

You missed me
Or maybe you missed her
And I was the ersatz replacement
Or maybe you missed something
You'd never even had before
And we were the vessels of your journey
Maybe you missed yourself
The person you closeted away inside
And we were false idols to be worshiped
In order to distract you from You

Stationary

I'm gonna get on that train
And I'm gonna ride it
Wherever it takes me, I will go
All that matters is that
I get far away from here

Slippery

I keep seeing movement at the edges of my vision
Perhaps that movement is just the reflection
Of the movement of my mind
None of this is sustainable
Because all things change inevitably
And never has my identity felt more slippery
But I think, I think revelation is near

An Urgent Truth

My propensity for self deceit has always been adept
So how can I trust my feelings in the past
Or even the ones I have now
Who's to say that I'm not deceiving myself again
How long this time will I force myself to wait
When I can see the truth
That I am struggling in the same ways I always have
And I find myself wondering
Did the caterpillar yearn so hard as I
When they saw a butterfly gliding and unshy
Because I find myself obsessed with a fantasy
And opportunity for it to become reality
And now each day is filled with activity
Frantically trying to find my way out
Of this constrictive cocoon

How do you know?

My body, notoriously disloyal
But how could I possible return with an act of betrayal
And am I wrong for internalizing like this
Perhaps this is my ticket to long awaited freedom
I smile when I imagine myself differently
How long do I have to wait
Before I say this is more than a passing thought
I wake up thinking about it
Fall asleep thinking about it
Dream all night about it
So how do I know?
How do I know?
How do I know?
How do I know myself?

The Bat

Creature of the night
I like you cannot see the light
I am comfortable in this darkness
Eating morsels of my sins
Upside down in my own identity
I slept for so long and like you
I have awoken without a dawn
And flown into the darkness

The Cull

A man takes a wife
She waits to be wed
Tell me how mad you are
When I grew strong
When I found a way to beat you at your own games
Tell me how you moved on
When I let you go
When I killed myself in order to be free
The world needed a weaker girl
Like the one I used to be
And I destroyed her in order to become my self
You witnessed a meaningless transformation
Because I had never changed
Your eyes deceived you as they watched me let go
Of your expectations and desires as I kept my own
I became my self, the self I had always been
That they sought to bury
In order to save a woman
Who never existed

Safe Spaces

Why am I responsible
For finding a comfortable space
In a system that
Doesn't even think I exist

Built Up

Life's been all over the place lately, showering me in glory and reward while also putting me through the ringer.  How very typical.  In any case, I haven't had much drive or time to write.  So here's three short freeform poems to tide you over until I'm back in May (hopefully sooner though).

Impeccably Poor Timing
I need to write.
Now is not the time.
I have studying to do.
Naturally, now is the best time to write.


Non-binary/Agender
More often a man
Less often a woman
Most often somewhere in between
Yet nowhere in particular


Genderfluid
So often striving for the unattainable
So often striving for something that
I won't even want by tomorrow afternoon
Yet will long desperately for the next morning

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Those feelings when
You realize how completely
You are trapped in the binary.
You thought you'd escaped;
But all you did was wake up
from a dream within a dream.
You were never meant to be part of this,
And here you are, immersed completely, drowning
In a toxic way of thinking about reality
And your own transexistence.

On Being Out

Coming out is like
Taking a deep breath after
an exhausting run.

Am I trans

If you are asking
I will just tell you right now
The answer is yes.

On Coming Out

So that I may start another year as myself

Witch

I can feel my powers reawakening.