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LRMC
@lrmcstories.bsky.social
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20 y/o🏳️‍⚧️
Writer • Gamer • Poet
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LRMC @lrmcstories.bsky.social · Nov 14
Hi! My name is Ly'Jah [lie-juh] and I'm a transgender [FtM] writer and poet. A lot of my work can be depressing but I'm trying to write more happy stuff😅 I love anime, Sonic, TMNT, spiderman, The Last of Us, and witchcraft. So if you have similar interests let's be mutuals!
Selfie of myself wearing all black A poem I've written titled "Late-stage Capitalism". It reads: Tired. I'm tired of having to be strong. Dont you think I want to lay down and let the world run me over with their tanks and bulldozers??! God this strength i carry is too much to bare, give it to someone else. Please. No one understands the severity of everything going on in this world. I feel like I'm in a room with 1,000,000 people told to stand on one foot and grab on our balls, yet I'm the only one who ever questions we we're not allowed to sit. I swear to god this shit drives me towards insanity bit by bit piece by piece its killing me before THEY can finish executing their formula to do so themselves. The only other person who sees this all as I do is my lover, and the depressing nature of it has not missed its mark with her. No, in fact it troubles her greatly. And with god as my witness perhaps it's of my selfish nature, but I've done everything in my power so that I do not suffer alone. These reasons are of course because of my undying love for this woman, lest us never forget. But perhaps my disgusting mind is, just as the empire, holding her captive against her will in a reality that she would much rather be free from just as the rest of us. Is it truly love to force her to struggle and survive just so I musnt do so alone? Oh how i wish I knew.. But I cannot just simply REVEAL these things to her; such thoughts would send her into a spiral, and her happiness is of the upmost importance to me. I just simply have nowhere to turn. And once again to god I declare, if one more person tells me that this is all unnecessary or an overreaction on my part, they very well may not live to see the sun rise. A picture of myself posed in front of the mirror A poem that is untitled at the moment. It reads: to see. to see an appendage in which should not be. to see the unbridled hatred with no factual reasoning showcased as gospel to those ready with the pitchfork. i wish my eyes could remove themselves and run far, far away from this corrupted husk. to see a better life, a better future. to hear. to hear the unfortunate misunderstanding of fact morph into barely contained rage. to hear the constant nagging of my judgemental sentencing and who i ought to be. i wish my ears could dislodge themselves from my rotting head and crawl to some sanctuary. a place where i could finally be told "i love you for who you are. i acknowledge and vow to seek knowledge to understanding the complexities of who you are as a person". but who really talks like that ? to speak. to speak is to have your voice land on deaf ears. to learn after trial and devastating error that to speak was never a choice. i wish my mouth; my vocal chords my esophagus, could strip themselves from my insides; blood and all, and scream until every last motherfucker can finally hear a whisper.
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celticqueen13.bsky.social
The only way out is through. - Robert Frost
January 20, 2025 at 6:42 AM
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clearautism.bsky.social
If an autistic person asks for clarification, they are not:
- being aggressive
- being rude
- being obtuse
- trying to annoy you
- whatever ableist slur you are throwing at them

They are :
- asking for clarification

It's not about you, don't take it personally, just explain.
November 18, 2024 at 9:50 AM
lrmcstories.bsky.social
Recently got inspiration to post my writing again, so here's a poem that I wrote for my wife a little while ago. It touches on my fears of losing our connection and the type of love that I am so lucky to have found at a young age (I'm 19). Likes comments and RTs are appreciated!!
A poem I wrote titled "Unsure". It reads as follows: Scared. I am scared of losing the only good thing to have ever happened to me; Her. My bride. My wife. My friend. She's thoughtful, caring and bright. Her laughter and smile could bring the dead back to life. I'm fully convinced. Shes adventurous yet sensible. Quiet yet bold. She is the embodiment of the ocean that in which I love; Rage that intimidates yet never loses her charm. I suppose that's what is so alluring about her. How her very essence is the gift of Mother Nature's to which I am drawn to the most in life. But I truly feel it is beyond that. As if that is merely a hint pointing towards a much larger connection. For you see, our souls are bound to one another. You cannot tell me otherwise. When I say our meeting was meant to be, I am not a fool who says these things as "a grand romantic gesture" of a sorry excuse intended to charm a woman. No. That'd be an insult to what we have. When I say our meeting was meant to be, I am saying that our love is evidence that we have loved before in another life. I am sure of it. The soft touch of your fingers, the gentle caress of your lips, those eyes that declare I am yours and yours alone? Yes, we are not strangers to this Earth. And I suppose this fear of mine has been passed down from lifetime to lifetime, eon to eon. But it doesnt make it any less real. The confidence that I will love you again is unmoving. And to that truth I shamelessly declare. But fear is very present. It grips me tight when I wake and chokes me as i gasp for breath in the night. And I am unsure of how to conquer it this time around.
November 20, 2024 at 1:19 AM
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monstersovka.bsky.social
body 🩸
November 15, 2024 at 8:51 PM
lrmcstories.bsky.social
Hi! My name is Ly'Jah [lie-juh] and I'm a transgender [FtM] writer and poet. A lot of my work can be depressing but I'm trying to write more happy stuff😅 I love anime, Sonic, TMNT, spiderman, The Last of Us, and witchcraft. So if you have similar interests let's be mutuals!
Selfie of myself wearing all black A poem I've written titled "Late-stage Capitalism". It reads: Tired. I'm tired of having to be strong. Dont you think I want to lay down and let the world run me over with their tanks and bulldozers??! God this strength i carry is too much to bare, give it to someone else. Please. No one understands the severity of everything going on in this world. I feel like I'm in a room with 1,000,000 people told to stand on one foot and grab on our balls, yet I'm the only one who ever questions we we're not allowed to sit. I swear to god this shit drives me towards insanity bit by bit piece by piece its killing me before THEY can finish executing their formula to do so themselves. The only other person who sees this all as I do is my lover, and the depressing nature of it has not missed its mark with her. No, in fact it troubles her greatly. And with god as my witness perhaps it's of my selfish nature, but I've done everything in my power so that I do not suffer alone. These reasons are of course because of my undying love for this woman, lest us never forget. But perhaps my disgusting mind is, just as the empire, holding her captive against her will in a reality that she would much rather be free from just as the rest of us. Is it truly love to force her to struggle and survive just so I musnt do so alone? Oh how i wish I knew.. But I cannot just simply REVEAL these things to her; such thoughts would send her into a spiral, and her happiness is of the upmost importance to me. I just simply have nowhere to turn. And once again to god I declare, if one more person tells me that this is all unnecessary or an overreaction on my part, they very well may not live to see the sun rise. A picture of myself posed in front of the mirror A poem that is untitled at the moment. It reads: to see. to see an appendage in which should not be. to see the unbridled hatred with no factual reasoning showcased as gospel to those ready with the pitchfork. i wish my eyes could remove themselves and run far, far away from this corrupted husk. to see a better life, a better future. to hear. to hear the unfortunate misunderstanding of fact morph into barely contained rage. to hear the constant nagging of my judgemental sentencing and who i ought to be. i wish my ears could dislodge themselves from my rotting head and crawl to some sanctuary. a place where i could finally be told "i love you for who you are. i acknowledge and vow to seek knowledge to understanding the complexities of who you are as a person". but who really talks like that ? to speak. to speak is to have your voice land on deaf ears. to learn after trial and devastating error that to speak was never a choice. i wish my mouth; my vocal chords my esophagus, could strip themselves from my insides; blood and all, and scream until every last motherfucker can finally hear a whisper.
November 14, 2024 at 5:01 PM
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altnps.bsky.social
Agree 💯
November 14, 2024 at 1:18 AM
lrmcstories.bsky.social
In light of my feelings of absolute helplessness with the coming election and late-stage capitalism, heres a poem I wrote a while ago to emphasize the transgender aspect of some of it. If you feel relate just know you arent alone. I would love to post happier stuff to promote my work, but wutever.
Poem that reads: "an ocean of red is coming for me. their chants ring out like white noise, rattling my bones until i feel i'll explode-- they're coming for me. their faces have smiles but their actions read chaos they say it's for our protection meanwhile their foot is on my neck with a gun to my temple whispering "i cant wait till you die"-- they're coming for me. i see them in my father's laugh, his wrath. tht joyous man i've loved since birth contort his face and tell me I have no worth. my mommy my aunty, god this "god" He twisted their minds: "defected deviants breeding from demons whose family's love cannot save their souls and only the wrath of Heaven's god may bring about justice--" they're coming for me. they're everywhere. i feel helpless. i cannot escape. there is no escape. an ocean of red is coming for me."
October 24, 2024 at 10:26 AM
lrmcstories.bsky.social
Heres another sample to showcase the level of writing that I'm capable of. Next post will probably be pieces from stories I've written. As always if youd like to see more of my writing go ahead and check me out! I'll be taking commissions hopefully by December/January

**Reposts are appreciated**
An untitled poem that reads: The uncertainty of my own feelings in this regard have caused an inner turmoil so fierce it rattles the Earth. For you see, for years I've wished your death would be agonizing and painful. That no one would be around to watch as you scream out into the void in a sob of apologies for all your past transgressions. Years of abuse, terrorism, lies. The kind of thing that has split my very essence into that of two separate beings; a child, and the me that exists now. These people feel completely like two separate entities, and yet, apparently, they are both me. It's as if the memories of some stranger's child were implanted into my head, so I remember them, yet they are not my own. And when I look back, I can remember feeling a burning hatred deep in my core. Even now, I'd spit on your name and
October 21, 2024 at 6:59 AM
lrmcstories.bsky.social
Hi! I'm LRMC or L and I'll be taking commissions soon!! My services include stories/oneshots, poetry, co-writing, editing/revising your own work, and more! Heres a snippet of 2 poems that I've done that has some slightly darker themes to it:

**Reposts are appreciated<3**
#writingcommunity #poetry
October 19, 2024 at 4:54 PM