They/them
Very soft space
How many times
Do I have to rebuild myself
To not have
Fist sized holes in the wall
Somewhere between
Well insulated
And outright fat
Where I can hide
The 8 year old
Begging to be loved
Through the cracks in the floorboard
Looking into the kitchen
For..."
#poems #poetry #abuse
I do not like this thought at all
I do not like it big or small
I do not like it in my brain
I do not like it on refrain
I do not like it when I wake
Or every step I try to take
I do not like this grinding thought
I do not like its tragic plot..."
I do not like this thought at all
I do not like it big or small
I do not like it in my brain
I do not like it on refrain
I do not like it when I wake
Or every step I try to take
I do not like this grinding thought
I do not like its tragic plot..."
You’re the voice in my head that reads poems
I've never met you
A stranger on all counts
But your voice
Was the first one
I heard tell my story
I thought I knew what poems were
Until I cried myself to..."
@andreagibson.bsky.social
#poem #poetry
You’re the voice in my head that reads poems
I've never met you
A stranger on all counts
But your voice
Was the first one
I heard tell my story
I thought I knew what poems were
Until I cried myself to..."
@andreagibson.bsky.social
#poem #poetry
I used to be so ashamed
Of the shiny bumps
Hidden around my body
Letters like moonlight
Sunk into my skin
Soft
Cold
My love for them has
Waxed and Waned
With the tides of my love
For myself.
Now I have scars
That beam from my chest
To light the harvest
And..."
#topsurgery #ftm #poems
I used to be so ashamed
Of the shiny bumps
Hidden around my body
Letters like moonlight
Sunk into my skin
Soft
Cold
My love for them has
Waxed and Waned
With the tides of my love
For myself.
Now I have scars
That beam from my chest
To light the harvest
And..."
#topsurgery #ftm #poems
I‘d fallen in love
So often
I thought I knew what it meant
To love myself
But
Until the day I started
Counting
Chest hairs
And
Stopping to stare
At myself
In the reflection of the mirror in the hallway
I didn’t really know what it meant
To love
Me
#transmasc #lgbtq+ #poem
I‘d fallen in love
So often
I thought I knew what it meant
To love myself
But
Until the day I started
Counting
Chest hairs
And
Stopping to stare
At myself
In the reflection of the mirror in the hallway
I didn’t really know what it meant
To love
Me
#transmasc #lgbtq+ #poem
Winter has always been so soft to me
Each flake that falls
Lands
Silently adding all of its weight
To the blanket
Laid gently on the ground
Even when the cold is sharp
It’s silence
Rolls over
Frosty cheeks
Rounding its edges in
Comfort
We watch the snow..."
#winter #poems #writing
It’s not that I can’t breathe.
It’s that breathing feels like cotton balls
Stuffed down my throat
Filling my lungs
With itching uncertainty
My chest stretches out
Becoming the worn pillow
My anxiety can rest it’s head on
Each exhale
Clamors its way out of..."
#poems #anxiety #poet
"It all ebbs and flows
But the ebb is a drought
And the flow is a trickle
And my love our flowers need more
Than just sunshine
To grow
I'd love to make you a bouquet
But I picked the flowers
And didn't see you in time
Before they withered"
@o-rose
#poems #love #writing
"Grief
Is a terrible thing
So stricken with love
In the moment
Something is gone
So ached with memories
Plagued with time
Burdened with continuing
Grief is the keeper
Of lies
So quick to give us
Tear stained
Polaroid pictures
That will never do justice
To..."
#poems #love #grief