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Sugar Coated Melodies
Engulfed in melodies so sweet.
My mind floats away into a world of unknown.
Diving past the pain, I smile.
Imagining, creating and shaping the unknown.
Birthing ideas, forming inside my subconscious mind.
Sugar coated melodies I hear.
Melting and morphing, they sing.
Almost into a trance I am.
Listening carefully to such harmony.
Colors splatter around me, painting perfection.
Letters paste themselves into words.
Creating brilliant ideas and thoughts.
Beating and humming, they come to me.
Like sugar coated melodies.
-TheDarkKitteh
Engulfed in melodies so sweet.
My mind floats away into a world of unknown.
Diving past the pain, I smile.
Imagining, creating and shaping the unknown.
Birthing ideas, forming inside my subconscious mind.
Sugar coated melodies I hear.
Melting and morphing, they sing.
Almost into a trance I am.
Listening carefully to such harmony.
Colors splatter around me, painting perfection.
Letters paste themselves into words.
Creating brilliant ideas and thoughts.
Beating and humming, they come to me.
Like sugar coated melodies.
-TheDarkKitteh
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Transgender is ...
Being transgender is not something that is easily influenced.
It's not because of the toys you were given as a child, you already know if they're the right toys for you or not.
It's not because of the friends you hang out with, you already know who you identify with.
It's has nothing to do with a lack of a certain parental figure(just like boys of a single mother can still be straight).
It's not because of how your parents raised you, you already know if what they're doing makes sense.
It has nothing to do with not being taught how to be a man or a woman, I was taught to be a man, and that surely made me grow up to be one. I still wor
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Gender Dysphoria
Gender Dysphoria,
an identity crisis
False impressions inside and out
Mind games for the chosen victim
Suffering from the lack of self esteem
Simple envy, but towards which gender?
A boy or a girl, what am I?
Maybe I'm just a freak
Emotionless people staring at me
Trying to guess,
But they don't see
Nor will they ever ask
What gender am I?
To who does it matter?
Friends shouldn't care,
what if I have a lover?
Whoever is involved,
needs to understand
I didn't choose,
What I am!
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Transgender poem.
I hate this name.
I hate this body.
I hate these hips.
I hate these breasts.
I hate the reflection.
I hate being in the closet.
I hate living 2 different lives.
I hate having to go into girls bathrooms.
I hate having to change in the girl's locker room.
I hate having to look at my name on school work.
I hate meeting new people.
I hate hearing 'she' and 'her'.
I hate trying to explain to people.
I hate feeling so depressed.
I hate being the 'boyish girl'.
I hate not being able to wear my boxers because I'm afraid people will ask questions when I'm in the locker room.
I hate being so awkward.
I hate getting undressed.
I hate m
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I was listening to sweet, sweet music while I wrote this. <3
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Technique ImpactI like this little gem describing so wonderfully and poetically the process of creation:
"Engulfed in melodies so sweet."
This is where it so often starts - for me, too. Listening to music is the first step that leads to the next:
"My world floats away into a world of unknown."
Maybe this world is called Boo'ya Moon, like Stephen King put it in his strange novel Lisey's Story, maybe it's another world we don't know the name yet. But fishing there it feels really close, and diving is the right word to describe what we do when we go and stay there for a while. Whatever this world behind the curtain - or behind the mirror, if you like - is, it's a magical place, and you know that for sure. So let's go behind the purple to see what we can get there, and let's wish to come back safe, 'cause it's dangerous to go there in the dark when strange creatures drink down by the pool.
And maybe it's just our imagination... well, we know better, don't we?