The Oak tree in autumn
A tall mother with many sons
Swaying gently in the breeze
She drops her children without a care,
Hitting their heads on the cold hard ground.
The mother starts turning red,
A final notion before death.
Her children watch from the cold hard ground
Wondering why she dropped them.
The wind howls like a dog gone mad,
Waiting for the cold-hearted snow to emerge.
The children follow in rampage seeking revenge
On their absent mother.
The mother slowly withers away
Wishing her children would understand,
When the wind scratches mother gets weary,
She must lower her kids to the cold hard ground.
The mother slowly closes her eyes,
As her children are swept away by the gale,
And the wind howls like a dog gone mad
And air begins to shiver.
Heyo I'm Lily and I'm pretty new to the slam. I love writing(and reading) poetry although I haven't uploaded anything here yet. I' a HUUUUUGGEEE fan of the indie folk revival (think mumford and sons, lumineers, of monsters and men and Bon Iver) I'm bisexual although I'm not completely out of the closet. I hope to post some poetry in the near future!
hey mom. it's me, *****. i'm just here to tell you...
you can do this, you can.
i'm non-binary. I know it's a little strange to hear that and i'm sorry if it startled you but i just thought you should know. it means i don't identify with either male or female (the gender binary) and i'd be more comfortable with they/them pronouns. that's not all actually (sorry). in terms of my orientation i'm asexual panromantic. it means that i don't feel sexual attraction (asexual) but i feel romantically attracted to people regardless of gender (panromantic).
you probably have questions so here's an faq:
are you sure? yes, yes i am. I have been sure for a long time.
wouldn't it be easier if you just picked one, gay or straight? i can't, it's not how i was made.
are you confused? is this just a phase? no it most certainly is not, and i am not confused at all
well, do you require a pronoun change? it's what would make me most comfortable, so yes.
what about a name change? maybe later.
doesn't it feel nicer to have that off your chest?
author's note (bc i don't see a slot for it anymore):
i'm planning to come out to my mom this Saturday, which is also my birthday! i get too anxious when i have to make out loud announcements so i decided to do this by email and this is the rough draft. i'm nervous but i also can't wait. <3
i’m from the timeline where
we never met, lemmings. you
should know this by now. it’s why
i get so giddy when you call, why my
voice quakes and shudders around you.
and still i worry that part of me isn’t
quite over 2013-14, what happened
then. the things you said, the things i did
i tell myself it’s normal that i’m so drawn
to you. this isn’t your fault, you know. it’s
me. it’s the way i was programmed—to see
things in u.v. light only, a dark sort of glow around
it all. & around you, in my mind: steel blue.
you tell me that you’re sorry for what happened
back then, the things you said. how i reacted.
i don’t know how to tell you that i haven’t
processed any of it—just locked it all away.
explaining the undercurrent of terror that runs through
my talks with you, about you, etc., is impossible. that’s
not to say i don’t know where it came from—but i can’t
explain why it’s still here. i’m trying to convince myself
that this is fine, but you’re the only one of my friends who
scares me. i thought i had worked the terror out of my words,
but apparently not.
i swear i love you. there’s just this awfulness that lives inside
of me, whispering in my ear, maybe he’s still bad. maybe he
still wants to hurt you. and part of me knows that’s not true.
part of me doesn’t care. all in one breath i’m crying into a pillow,
saying what if he hates me, what if we’re growing apart, and then: it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter.
i don’t know what things would be like if i had stayed in
the timeline where we never met. but despite everything,
i’m glad to be in this one.